Chapter 403

In a forest near the Primitive Spirit Realm.

Lei Wuya looked at Mu Ya, who had a stalk of dry grass in his mouth and a carefree expression, a hint of helplessness in his eyes; that Mu Ya was exactly the extreme rumor-monger who had been dragged by everyone to entertain in the tavern before.

"Mu Ya, you really aren't afraid of the joint retaliation from the cultivators of Taiyin Shengdi and Purple Mansion, are you?"

"They know you slandered the great trend of the Two Great Orthodoxies; they will surely issue a death order from Huanyu, ordering their disciples to flay your skin!"

Lei Wuya's eye twitched, his voice tinged with complaint.

Mu Ya is like a hooligan, basically a fearless master.

Lei Wuya really doesn't know what the Nine-tailed Fox King is thinking, sending this oddball to teach him; what good could someone like Mu Ya teach him?

This guy first crippled Wu Yong, son of Wu Feng of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, with his ice obsession; now he's spreading rumors about Da Yao of Purple Mansion and Taiyin Shengdi—if the Two Great Orthodoxies find out, they'll surely surround and hunt the two to kill them!

"You are now the son of Lei Ze, the Law Enforcement Hall chief of the Wind Thunder Pavilion; your status is too great."

"You must make good use of it, otherwise it's a huge waste."

Mu Ya's face showed a look of frustrated disappointment, and he didn't take Lei Wuya's words to heart.

Lei Wuya is strong in strength but a blockhead, utterly unaware of flexibility, viewing the Universe Cultivation World overly simplistically, not grasping human deceit and strife.

The Nine-tailed Fox King ordered him to teach Lei Wuya worldly wisdom, but he felt it was too difficult.

He simply couldn't be led.

But now.

He took an unorthodox path; since the orthodox could not properly guide Lei Wuya, he decided to give him some deviant lessons.

"I only know how to kill enemies!"

Lei Wuya heard this, his face returning to an icy cold expression.

At that moment, the whole forest rustled with a papery sound.

In an instant, seven cultivators dressed in Taiyin Shengdi attire landed beside them; the arrivals were Taiyin Shengdi cultivators.

Behind the leading cultivator, a gloomy-faced man with powdered, sooty cheeks had one hand slung at his waist, holding a man in fine clothing; the man's face was bruised and swollen, his mouth occasionally dripping scarlet blood.

"Is it them?"

The Taiyin Shengdi cultivator who had the fine-clothed man slung at his waist pointed at Mu Ya and Lei Wuya and asked coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's that Taiyin Shengdi rumor-monger. I'm just spreading it; the real culprits are them. If you want to kill, kill him, but please don't kill me—I'm innocent."

(continuation of previous line) The bruised, fine-clothed man said desperately, his voice urgent.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the Taiyin Shengdi cultivator who had just been holding the fine-clothed man suddenly pressed another hand onto his head.

The fine-clothed man's head, at visible speed, quickly condensed into snow-white frost and then enveloped his whole body, turning into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the Taiyin Shengdi cultivator, who had just been wrapped in fine silk and splendid clothes, suddenly pressed another hand onto his head.

The Taiyin Shengdi cultivator released the fine-clothed man's waist; the ice sculpture fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"I'm really curious—who gave you the guts to spread rumors about Taiyin Shengdi, the leader of the Ten Great Orthodoxies of Huanyu?"

The Taiyin Shengdi cultivator who had just been holding the fine-clothed man patted off the residual frost on his hand, blew on his sharp fingernails, and spoke in a strange yin-yang tone.

That sound was incredibly delicate, giving a feeling of bone-chilling cold.

In an instant, Mu Ya and Lei Wuya felt the ambient temperature drop considerably.

"Hey hey, that corpse demon is asking you something. Speak up, husband, you should speak, husband."

Mu Ya shook Lei Wuya's arm, actually imitating the way that Taiyin Shengdi cultivator had just spoken, even surpassing him.

All the cultivators present were suddenly stunned, staring unblinkingly at Mu Ya and Lei Wuya, especially that Taiyin Shengdi cultivator just now, whose eyes were filled with deep jealousy.

He also sneakily glanced at the leading man of Taiyin Shengdi.

Lei Wuya heard Mu Ya suddenly emit an off-key sound, his whole head buzzing, feeling as if he had misheard.

But when he saw that, aside from the effeminate cultivator, all the Taiyin Shengdi were glaring at them with disgust, Lei Wuya's previously calm heart surged tumultuously.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

As if stung by a bee, Lei Wuya jerked open Mu Ya's hand and angrily said.

"Last night you said you loved me, today your eyes are empty. Could it be that you saw that beautiful corpse demon and forgot our vows? Sniffle. With that ugly face, how could it compare to my flower-like beauty? Husband, have you changed your heart? Speak quickly!"

Mu Ya pinched his Plucking Flower Finger, feigning a sobbing tone as he spoke.

His voice was soft and whiny, causing most of the cultivators present to get goosebumps on their souls.

Mu Ya watched Lei Wuya's expression finally change dramatically, his heart gradually feeling a bit of relief.

The Nine-tailed Fox King ordered him to stay by Lei Wuya's side, secretly altering his personality; Mu Ya originally thought it would be easy, but only now did he discover Lei Wuya was utterly unresponsive, forcing him to even sell his charm.

Wuu—

With that misshapen melon-and-split-date face, how could it be as beautiful as mine?

Husband, have you changed your heart?

Come on, speak!

Mu Ya pinched the Pinching Flower Finger in his hand and spoke with a feigned sobbing tone.

His voice was all soft and sweet, causing the souls and spirits of most cultivators present to break out in goosebumps.

Mu Ya watched as Lei Wuya's expression finally underwent a drastic change, and his heart gradually felt a bit of relief.

The Nine-Tailed Fox King ordered him to stay by Lei Wuya's side, secretly altering Lei Wuya's personality. Mu Ya originally thought it would be very easy, but only now did he discover that Lei Wuya was utterly impervious to persuasion, forcing him even to sell his charms.

Who let Lei Wuya, due to his memory loss, have a head as if filled with water, making both his wisdom and emotional intelligence far below that of ordinary people? It seems that in Lei Wuya's eyes, only relying on strength to kill enemies is something innate he must do.

As Mu Ya's words just fell, Lei Wuya's whole body trembled; he had wanted to shout insults, but under Mu Ya's expectant gaze, he forced those words back down his throat.

Alas.

Mu Ya let out a soft sigh upon seeing this, instantly wilting like a frost‑hit eggplant, his spirit somewhat listless.

He felt ever more hopeless about changing Lei Wuya's intelligence and emotions.

Around Taiyin Shengdi, some effeminate male cultivators, upon hearing this, turned livid with anger.

He obviously heard the subtext of Mu Ya's words; that was clearly pointing at mulberry while cursing the locust tree, leaving an afterimage on the spot and lunging straight at Mu Ya's forehead.

Jiu Tai, capture him alive.

At this moment, the man leading the Taiyin Shengdi crowd shouted.

His eyes flashed with cold light as he stared at Lei Wuya; Lei Wuya, standing beside the stone, gave him the feeling of a huge mountain, a dangerous instinct honed from life-and-death training.

Zhang Miao had trained several times in the Primitive Spirit Realm, often managing to avoid danger in advance, relying on this vague, almost imperceptible guidance.

Therefore.

When Jiu Tai and Lei Wuya's teammates were fighting each other, Zhang Miao summoned the nearby Taiyin Shengdi disciples to guard the side, ready to defend against Lei Wuya's sudden attack.

The Taiyin Shengdi cultivators watched Jiu Tai's constantly shifting figure in the air, their eyes flashing with confidence.

Although Jiu Tai is a man, don't be fooled by his yin-filled, effeminate appearance; his cultivation method is extraordinarily strange, each move vicious and yin, specifically targeting cultivators' most hidden parts.

Countless experts from major powers have died under Jiu Tai's yin-cold claws.

Jiu Tai is also narrow-minded; once, when a Huanyu cultivator accidentally bumped into him, he that day peeled that cultivator's skin off.

Therefore, although Jiu Tai entered the Primitive Spirit Realm for training together with the Taiyin Shengdi cultivators present, aside from the leader Zhang Miao, none of his companions were willing to interact with him.

You damn freak, no wonder you're a guy without a belt.

When attacking, they're really vicious, damn it's strong.

Mu Ya's whole body emitted a yellowish light; facing Jiu Tai's attack, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.

Jiu Tai's vicious methods either attack the lower body or strike the two points in the chest; a slight oversight can easily sever one's lineage.

Hmph, once I catch you I'll definitely peel your skin.

Jiu Tai's eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent, and he glanced at Lei Wuya standing nearby.

Lei Wuya is actually more handsome than Zhang Miao, his whole body exuding a masculine aura; just a glance makes my heart itch, yet that damned creature in front of him is so lucky to be with such a handsome man.

What does Jiu Tai lack? His voice is alluring and delicate, his figure slender like a willow in the wind; in strength he is second to none, yet he is obsessed with Zhang Miao, who always keeps him at arm's length at night.

Moreover, the guy fighting him in front actually started eating meat earlier than him, making Jiu Tai jealous to death.

Jiu Tai imagined the scene of Mu Ya and Lei Wuya coupling at night, his hatred for Zhang Miao growing to the point of gritted teeth, yet he couldn't muster anger toward Zhang Miao face-to-face, fearing Zhang Miao would ignore him if angry.

Jealousy breeds hatred; Jiu Tai vented all the anger born of jealousy onto the entangled Mu Ya.

But Jiu Tai didn't know that Lei Wuya is a cloned lifeform of cultivation, with some memories erased by Earth cultivators.

Earth cultivators valued Lei Wuya's awakened Thunder Divine Body, but although his strength is formidable, his mindset is like a child's, his mental age too low.

To force Lei Wuya to mature quickly, Mu Ya, heeding the Nine-tailed Fox King's advice, exerted all his power to stimulate Lei Wuya, not in the sordid way Jiu Tai imagined.

You damn freak, your behavior is disgusting, don't let people speak.

That's not confidence, it's arrogance.

You can't peel my skin with that crooked-neck garlic of yours.

Upon hearing Jiu Tai's words, Mu Ya slapped aside the incoming neck attack and said coldly.

Taking advantage, he delivered a perfect spinning kick like a fleeting white colt, kicking Jiu Tai in the face.

Boom

Jiu Tai felt a sudden pain in his face, then his feet lost support, his body shooting backward at great speed, the impact tremendous, accompanied by a spray of red and white in the air, his body slamming into a nearby stone.

That stone turned to dust upon contact with Jiu Tai's body; amid the flying dust, he crawled out from the rubble, grimy and disheveled.

The left side of his face was purple and swollen, as large as a baby's fist; when he spoke, the six front teeth fell out, and each utterance sent a trickle of blood from the gaps, his speech slurred.

￠o

Holy shit, what the hell is this look.

Seeing this made my viscera churn, I want to vomit.

Mu Ya, seeing Jiu Tai's bizarre appearance, took the chance to mock him.

Against sinister, crafty, selfish cultivators, one must surpass them to throw them into disarray, revealing openings in combat.

The Taiyin Shengdi cultivators watched Jiu Tai's constantly shifting figure in the air, their eyes flashing with confidence.

Not only did Zhang Miao avoid his gaze, lowering his head to stifle laughter, but the other companions turned their faces away, covering their mouths for fear of laughing.

This made Jiu Tai lose his composure.

He hurriedly pulled a bronze mirror from his storage ring to shine on his face; in an instant, the whole space echoed with piercing screams.

At dusk, the birds returning to their nests were startled by the sudden sound, booming as they fled the whole forest; even smaller birds perched on treetops feigning sleep were shaken by the harsh noise, their eardrums rupturing and dropping to the ground.

Damn it.

You little bastard, you dare ruin my flower-like beauty.

I'll kill you.

Jiu Tai went berserk with rage; his swollen face made him look like a man-eater, his body emanating a purple chill as two strange sunflower trees sprouted from his left and right sides.

On the purple sunflower trees, purple mist surged; the hibiscus-sized blossoms had their stamens turned into gleaming fangs, constantly inhaling and exhaling in the air, while the stems swayed violently like poisonous snakes.

Boom.

The purple sunflower vines lunged at Mu Ya at great speed, the purple mist exuding a chilling cold, turning any grass or tree it touched into purple ice sculptures.

Bang.

The fangs in the purple sunflower petals shattered the air, biting the massive ice sculpture tree; the huge trunk was snapped in half, falling to the ground and turning into purple powder, sending out thick purple mist.

Mu Ya, be careful, the purple cold mist is poisonous.

Lei Wuya stood outside the battlefield, restraining the Taiyin Shengdi disciples from interfering in the fight between Mu Ya and Jiu Tai; his eyes crackling with lightning, he was the first to notice the extraordinary purple mist and spoke up to warn.

Warning is useless.

Jiu Tai cultivates the Taiyin Shengdi forbidden technique, the Nether Hibiscus Purple Corpse Controlling Spirit Technique.

To cultivate this method, one must extract corpse poison from countless ancient corpses and combine it with Taiyin power, condensing it into Nether Hibiscus.

Nether Hibiscus is nourished by the cultivator's own flesh and blood, and also bears terrifying corpse poison.

Once a cultivator touches the purple mist, corpse poison will instantly attack the heart; even a supreme expert cannot change their fate.

Zhang Miao saw Lei Wuyai's face tense, a faint cold smile curling his lips as he spoke mockingly.

The Netherworld Mallow Purple Corpse Spirit Controlling Technique is stored in the Taiyin Shengdi Cangjingge; for thousands of years, countless heavenly talents of the holy land have once economized on cultivation methods, but the technique's harsh cultivation conditions scared off countless people; even those who dared to try mostly ended up infected by corpse poison, their bodies dead and their Dao vanished.

Jiu Tai can be said to be the only disciple of the Taiyin Shengdi over thousands of years who has cultivated the Netherworld Mallow Purple Corpse Spirit Controlling Technique to minor accomplishment; otherwise, why would Zhang Miao constantly keep at his side a man who schemes against him? To him, Jiu Tai is a powerful aid.

Since Jiu Tai is willing to be a bootlicker, fortunately he turned the tables.

He can make Jiu Tai risk his life with just a single sentence; in the vast Universe Cultivation World, where could one find such a deal with ten-thousandfold profit?

Boom—

The purple Netherworld Mallow followed close behind Mu Ya like a poisonous snake, its speed swift as an arrow; if not for Mu Ya's quick reflexes, several times the fangs of the Netherworld Mallow would have gnawed at Mu Ya's body.

"Hmph, dodge

No way up to heaven, no door down to earth, where can you escape to!

Ahahaha"

Jiu Tai saw Mu Ya frantically moving his body all over the air, his face showing a ferocious smile.

She let out a piercing loud laugh, shaking the treetops of the entire forest violently.