Chapter 748: Ye Lin's True Identity

The poisonous smoke billowed in every direction.

The self-detonation of a Poison Pill by a Soul-Ascension realm evil cultivator is terrifying; this cloud of smoke is enough to poison countless cultivators below the Soul-Ascension realm to death.

After the poisonous smoke slowly dissipated, Ying Wushou used his blade to prop himself up, kneeling on the ground.

The skin on his body began to rot and fall off bit by bit, looking like a sculpture about to weather away.

Rows of black poisonous insects burrowed back and forth beneath his eyeballs, a horrifying sight.

At this moment, the poison had already reached Ying Wushou's heart meridian; he was beyond saving and lacked even the strength to speak.

Ying Wushou's face was filled with despair.

Du Wen staggered to his feet, blood continuously gushing from the sword wounds on his body.

Whether due to the severe damage to his vitality from self-detonating the Poison Pill or from excessive blood loss, Du Wen's complexion was deathly pale.

"Fighting me? You're still too green. Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. I know a disciple of the Joyous Sect's Evil Mirror Hall; I will have her help me refine you into a human puppet!"

"This Innate Supreme Treasure is mine!"

Du Wen sneered and walked toward the Life-Severing Sword embedded in the rock wall.

Ying Wushou's face revealed despair, and he could only watch helplessly.

But at this moment, Ying Wushou suddenly widened his eyes as if experiencing a final flash of clarity, staring fixedly ahead.

Because he actually saw someone who should have been dead stand straight up!

Ying Wushou was severely wounded and poisoned by Du Wen; he could not open his mouth or make a sound, his mouth opening and closing mechanically, his eyes filled with terror.

By now, Du Wen had grasped the Life-Severing Sword and pulled it from the rock wall.

But in the next second, Du Wen's expression suddenly changed.

"There is poison on this hilt?!"

Du Wen retreated repeatedly, his face full of panic.

As a poison cultivator, he was extremely sensitive to toxins; no one should have been able to poison him without his knowledge.

Yet now, he was certain he had been poisoned.

The hand that had gripped the sword felt incredibly itchy, as if countless ants were crawling between his flesh and blood, accompanied by a burning sensation.

He tried to scratch it with his other hand, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot—completely useless—and soon the other hand began to itch as well.

"What kind of poison is this?"

Cold sweat poured down Du Wen's forehead.

He had dealt with toxins his entire life; there were only poisons he couldn't refine, rarely any he didn't recognize.

But now, he truly could not identify what kind of toxin this was.

"Don't waste your energy. You've contracted a potent case of athlete's foot, with toxicity and contagion hundreds of times stronger than the ordinary kind."

Ye Lin's lazy voice rang out from behind Du Wen.

With Ying Wushou severely wounded and poisoned, nearing death, and Du Wen's vitality greatly damaged from his self-detonation, Ye Lin naturally couldn't be bothered to keep up the act.

"Potent athlete's foot?!"

Du Wen's face turned green instantly.

He had studied poison his whole life and had never imagined that someone would actually refine such a thing!

The key was that this guy had even applied this poison to the sword hilt.

This meant that whether he won or Ying Wushou won, both would end up infected with this potent athlete's foot!

Ye Lin had gotten this stuff from Danyangzi, the master of the Pill Peak, who claimed it was a waste pill with no effect.

Because this stuff required direct contact with a cultivator's skin to take effect.

Moreover, the toxicity wasn't strong; it only caused intense itching, at most leading one to scratch until they bled, but it couldn't cause any fatal damage.

That was why Danyangzi thought the item was useless.

But Ye Lin didn't believe it; he had slammed the table and shouted on the spot.

"There are no useless pills in this world, only useless cultivators!"

Danyangzi had scoffed, thinking Ye Lin was indulging in wild fantasies.

And yet, hadn't it come in handy now?

Coating the Life-Severing Sword with potent athlete's foot ensured that anyone who touched it would suffer from unbearable itching in their hands.

Jia Xu, the greatest poison strategist in history, read the books of sages.

Ye Lin read a much wider variety of books, so it was only reasonable that what he came up with was even more poisonous than Jia Xu.

"Who the hell are you?"

"No!"

Du Wen suddenly realized something.

"Aren't you already dead?"

"Dead, yes, but not thoroughly. So don't worry, I'll make sure you're thoroughly dead now."

"Forbidden Curse: World-Extinguishing Mad Thunder!"

Ye Lin took out the Heart Demon Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and under the reinforcement of one hundred thousand heart demons, this bolt of thunder was terrifyingly boundless, like a true ancient thunder dragon roaring toward Du Wen.

Du Wen wanted to cast a spell to dodge or block, but he had self-detonated his Poison Pill and possessed less than one-tenth of his strength, and with both hands afflicted by the athlete's foot, where was there any room for resistance?

The thunder dragon slammed into Du Wen's chest, sending him flying; his chest collapsed inward, charred black.

Arcs of lightning ravaged Du Wen's entire body, emitting the smell of cooked meat. He collapsed to the ground, clearly gasping his last, with black poisonous blood continuously gushing from his mouth.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on Ye Lin, filled with resentment.

"You... you did this on purpose. You intentionally led us to kill each other! So you could sit back and reap the rewards!"

On the verge of death, Du Wen finally understood that he had been played.

Both he and Ying Wushou were just unlucky fools who had been schemed against!

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?"

Du Wen used his last breath to demand an answer.

As a Soul-Ascension realm evil cultivator, he was renowned throughout the entire Withered Bone Wasteland.

To be schemed to death by someone in the Yin-Yang realm—if he didn't even know the true identity of his opponent, he would truly die with his eyes wide open in regret!

"Guess?"

Ye Lin smiled faintly and raised his hand, preparing to refine Du Wen.

"Please! Tell me! I know I'm going to die today, but at least let me know who I, Du Wen, died at the hands of! I have seen much in my life; I don't want to die a fool!"

Du Wen stared at Ye Lin, and a look of pleading actually appeared on the face of this Soul-Ascension realm evil cultivator.

Looking at Du Wen's watery eyes, Ye Lin felt as if the most fragile part of his heart had been touched; his remaining conscience was thoroughly awakened at this moment.

Ye Lin sighed softly; when a person is about to die, their words are kind indeed.

"Sigh, very well. Since you're dying anyway, and this is your only simple final wish before death, I really should help you fulfill it."

Du Wen's eyes brightened slightly, as if his injuries had vanished.

Even Ying Wushou, who was nearly poisoned to death nearby, stretched his neck.

He also wanted to know who this person was, who had treated two Soul-Ascension realm evil cultivators like pawns!

Ye Lin picked up the Life-Severing Sword, began to clear the powder of the athlete's foot poison pill from it, and then spoke slowly.

"Listen carefully. I will say this once; I will not repeat it a second time."

Du Wen nodded like a pounding pestle, making 'mm-mm' sounds, just like the expression of the internet meme character 'Yaoshui Ge'.

"Prick up your ears and listen well. My true identity is actually..."

Du Wen stretched his neck, his face full of anticipation, like a traveler in the desert who had been thirsty for a long time, longing for water.

But just as the most critical information was about to be uttered, the Life-Severing Sword in Ye Lin's hand suddenly pierced through Du Wen's throat, extinguishing all his life force!