Chapter 380: with translation of chapter title

Dao friend, why must you make things difficult for our sect's junior? Acting like this is really too much loss of face!

Accompanied by a low, deep explosive shout, the thick five-colored toxic miasma parted to both sides, and finally a middle-aged cultivator dragging a grayish-white small cauldron in hand, with a deep purple long beard, flew out from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

The mouth of that small cauldron stood open, and the surrounding toxic miasma flowed into it like the sea accepting a hundred rivers.

The arrival narrowed his eyes, cold-faced, tightly staring at Yunhe, and said in a deep voice: 'This humble Daoist is Ten Thousand Poison; I do not know what brings you here.'

Since Yunhe's action of shaking the mountain gate cannot be considered friendly, the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord's tone was also not good.

As for this, Yunhe didn't mind either.

Anyway, with him currently using the power of a second Yuan Ying as a disguise, given that the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord is also at the early Yuan Ying cultivation base, it would be impossible to notice any clue.

So Yunhe directly said:

Your sect's disciple stole my spirit beast's egg; Dao friend, what do you think I should do?

Yunhe's tone also showed some firmness.

Putting myself in his shoes, if his spirit beast's egg were stolen by someone else, his reaction probably wouldn't be any better.

The Ten Thousand Poison True Lord pondered for a moment, showing a somewhat stiff smile while shaking his head.

The fact that a Golden Core cultivator of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect obtained a poison dragon egg in the Thousand Poison Mountains cannot be hidden from him; for that poison dragon egg, even he, a Yuan Ying Cultivator, regards it highly.

How?

Yunhe took back the two somewhat uncontrollable poison dragons, and looked toward the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord.

Xuan Ya glared at the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord; afterwards, his gaze shifted to Xuan Lin, who looked past him toward the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, his eyes showing anxiety, worry, and hope.

Hmph!

However, upon seeing the two poison dragons, he realized Yunhe was not speaking nonsense.

As a Yuan Ying Cultivator skilled in using poison, the significance of these two poison dragons to the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord far exceeds that of Yunhe; if he could obtain these two poison dragons, he could surely extract extremely toxic liquid from their bodies to refine deadly poison elixirs, to the point that even Yuan Ying Cultivators would have to fear them a bit.

The fact that two third-level poison dragons actually submitted to Yunhe made the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord feel slightly resentful.

Yunhe let out a cold snort, flicked his black-sleeved robe, and a male and female poison dragon appeared at his sides.

Third-level poison dragon?

If that is indeed the case, then it truly is a loss for our Ten Thousand Poison Sect; the other party's actions can be somewhat justified.

Moreover, if he uses his cultivation method to tame these two poison dragons, it would bring great benefit to both him and the poison dragons.

Furthermore, if he forcibly takes the poison sacs and inner cores of these two poison dragons to refine them, perhaps he could further advance his cultivation base a bit.

I'm afraid this will disappoint you, Dao friend, but our sect has no poison dragon egg.

Upon seeing these two poison dragons, the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord narrowed his eyes, a hint of greed flashing in the depths.

Hearing that, the Ten Thousand Poison True Lord showed a hint of surprise; he turned his head to glance at the people behind him, thought briefly, and asked:

""A waste of heavenly treasures!""

Your spirit beast's egg? I don't know what kind of spirit beast it is.

Ao——!!

As long as he refuses to say he wants to die, could they possibly force the Myriad Poison Sect upon him?

Based on just a few words, they demand he hand over the extremely precious poison dragon egg—his Myriad Poison Sect is no charity.

"Oh?"

Yunhe narrowed his eyes, emitting a cold glint, his voice turning cold: "In that case, Fellow Daoist of Myriad Poison, do you intend to cover this up? Surely you don't think that this 'Myriad Poison Cauldron' in your hand can stop this venerable one?"

"How? Do you still wish to be enemies with my Myriad Poison Sect?" The Myriad Poison True Lord's expression also turned cold.

"Hahaha——" Yunhe burst into laughter, the sound shaking the mountains and forests: "I have cultivated for a hundred years and have never seen such shameless people! Well then, let's see the true skill beneath our hands!"

Saying that, he swept his hand over his waist and threw out a corpse‑refining bag.

As the bag opened, numerous refined corpses immediately appeared around Yunhe, all Golden Core corpses, no fewer than ten or so, among which there were even Late Jie Dan Stage corpses, their bodies densely inscribed with many strange patterns.

Thereafter, Yunhe slapped his storage bag again, and another corpse with an even more terrifying aura flew out; just from its aura one could sense that this was a Nascent Soul corpse!

Although this Nascent Soul corpse does not contain a corpse‑transformed Nascent Soul, its strength and power have also dropped several levels; nevertheless, judging by its fleshly body forged through countless hammerings, it is not something an ordinary Golden Core corpse can compare to.

Now this Nascent Soul corpse is less a corpse and more like Yunhe has already taken it as a magic treasure.

"Nascent Soul corpse!"

Upon seeing this corpse, the Myriad Poison True Lord exclaimed in alarm.

Corpse refining can almost be said to be a practice of demonic path cultivators, and this cultivator before us, who calls himself Heavenly Corpse and is an early Nascent Soul stage practitioner, is clearly a demonic cultivator.

Possessing a Nascent Soul corpse, even without a corpse‑transformed Nascent Soul, at least shows that this person once defeated a fellow cultivator of the same realm, forcing the opponent to abandon his physical Nascent Soul and flee.

No wonder they would start fighting at the slightest disagreement; moreover, with those ten or so Golden Core corpses, even facing the entire Myriad Poison Sect, they still have the strength to fight.

More importantly.

Poison cultivators are reluctant to face corpse refiners or puppet cultivators who practice such left‑handed ways, after all, whether corpses or puppets are dead things, and their poison arts are hard to work on corpses and puppets.

But by now, even if the Myriad Poison True Lord does not want to fight, he must engage, otherwise the other side will think he is short‑winded and, relying on his strength, act even more recklessly.

"Good! Then this true lord will see just how capable you are, daring to act so recklessly!"

The Myriad Poison True Lord's spiritual power surged all around, his robes rustling loudly, as he gazed at Yunhe and shouted in a low voice.

"I have heard that the Myriad Poison True Lord's poison arts are unmatched; I, too, would like to learn them well!"

Yunhe burst into laughter, and as he moved his hands, the Fourth Level Corpse Soul Parasite within his body hissed, and under his command the corpses began to move.

That Nascent Soul corpse's patterns flowed with brilliant light; as its foot stomped down, accompanied by a sudden boom, it thrust out a clenched fist, its momentum like a rushing thunder.

Whoosh!

In an instant, fierce winds rose all around, and as the ambient spiritual energy surged, a thick corpse‑qi spread forth.

Under the terrifying aura and the chilling corpse‑qi, the faces of the Myriad Poison Sect's disciples all changed dramatically.

At the same time, ten or more Golden Core corpses followed closely behind, flying out in succession.

Led by the Nascent Soul corpse, its speed extremely swift, like a black streak meteor, it charged straight at the Myriad Poison True Lord's face.

And the remaining refined corpses also spewed corpse qi into the air, transforming into various weapons. In an instant, swords, spears, halberds, and axes rained down.

Seeing this, the Myriad Poisons True Lord gave a cold snort, not panicking, and brushed his hand over the "Myriad Poisons Vessel".

Immediately, a thick five-colored gorgeous poison gas spewed forth; within that poison gas, countless poisonous creature silhouettes flickered in and out—scorpions, centipedes, toads, poisonous snakes, spiders, and more—these poisonous creatures spat poison, making the color of the poison gas ever brighter.

And the corpse qi of the refined corpses, as well as the various weapons formed from that corpse qi, upon contact with the poison gas, emitted a "hiss" sound and were instantly dissolved.

As the Myriad Poisons True Lord pinched a seal and flung the "Myriad Poisons Vessel" away, the surging poison gas, under the pull of the "Myriad Poisons Vessel", transformed into a lifelike five-colored centipede, roaring as it lunged at the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse.

Bang!!

The Nascent Soul Refined Corpse and the five-colored centipede collided head-on.

Its punch shattered the solidified centipede, and a large amount of poison mist scattered.

Hiss hiss hiss!

However, correspondingly, when the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse touched the centipede's fist, a corrosive sound was emitted; although the refined corpse fears no poison, the poison's corrosive strength is so great that it can even corrode the flesh of the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse—perhaps even a magical treasure, if wrapped in the five-colored poison mist, would also be corroded.

"What a powerful refined corpse."

Upon seeing this scene, the Myriad Poisons True Lord couldn't help but feel secretly startled; such a direct contact merely corroded the surface of that Nascent Soul Refined Corpse, and he was well aware of just how powerful the five-colored deadly poison he had painstakingly condensed truly was.

At the same time.

The five-colored centipede that had been shattered by the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse almost instantly recondensed, but it abandoned the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse as its target and instead lunged at Yunhe.

With this five-colored centipede's ability, as long as it gets close to Yunhe, even if it is shattered, the spreading poison gas will be absolutely difficult to handle.

Seeing this, Yunhe's expression remained unchanged; he changed the hand seal he was holding.

Hum—

Suddenly.

The strange patterns on all the refined corpses glowed with a special faint light; immediately after, the bodies of all the Golden Core Refined Corpses went limp and fell down, but the patterns on the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse became even more distinct.

Moreover, the aura of the Nascent Soul Refined Corpse grew even more fierce and menacing.

With a low growl, it chased after the five-colored centipede, catching up in an instant.

Jet-black claws emerged and came down fiercely on the five-colored centipede.

Swish!!

The five-colored centipede was instantly torn apart, turning into a hazy poison gas.

However, when that poison gas tried to recondense, a black light flashed on the refined corpse's body; it took a fierce step forward, actually passing through the layers of poison gas and striking the "Myriad Poisons Vessel" entwined with the poison gas.

Clang!!

A grayish-white poison vessel was directly slapped out of the poison mist, and the poison gas that had intended to recondense fell still.

"Formation?"

Catching the "Myriad Poisons Vessel", he saw the three strikingly abrupt claw marks on it, as well as the wisps of black qi entwined around it, and the Myriad Poisons True Lord felt a pang of heartache.

Such damage, while not enough to render the "Myriad Poisons Vessel" ineffective, would still require some cost and mental effort to restore.

At the same time, the Myriad Poisons True Lord also secretly felt startled; although that Nascent Soul Refined Corpse and the many Golden Core Refined Corpses were strong, he had confidence in dealing with them.

Moreover, that peculiar formation caused the strength of all the Golden Core Refined Corpses to gather into that Nascent Soul Refined Corpse, making him suddenly feel it was troublesome.

While he felt that pang, Yunhe's body suddenly surged with an extreme cold qi, twisting the stern corpse qi, making it impossible to tell whether it was pure cold or corpse cold.

Not far from Yunhe, the poison mist transformed from the five-colored centipede, under the scouring of this cold qi, gradually condensed into five-colored ice crystals, extraordinarily beautiful.

However, from those ice crystals, a "hiss" sound continually emanated, indicating that fully condensing that poison gas was no easy task.

"What a potent poison." Yunhe stared, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally sighing.

Upon hearing this, the Myriad Poisons True Scripture's countenance shifted, and it then gazed at Yunhe, solemnly saying: "Your refined corpse, combined with the formation's power, also makes the Myriad Poisons feel admiration."

Yunhe waved his hand, recalling over ten Golden Core Refined Corpses, and the fierce-aura Nascent Soul Refined Corpse also obediently returned to his side.

Seeing this, the Myriad Poisons True Lord's expression eased slightly; he held up the "Myriad Poisons Vessel", extended his divine sense, but it was not directed at Yunhe, instead sweeping toward the Myriad Poisons Sect's mountain gate.

Feeling the movement of the Myriad Poisons True Lord's divine sense, Yunhe's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he remained silent.

Soon.

A voice came from within the Myriad Poisons Sect: "Reporting to the Grand Elder and the Heavenly Corpse Senior, this junior has indeed discovered a demon beast egg within the sect."

Upon hearing this, the Myriad Poisons True Lord looked at Yunhe, his tone easing as he said:

"Oh? Could there be something in the sect that even this ancestor does not know?"

Seeing this, Yunhe smiled without speaking, did not expose it, and silently watched the other's "performance".

The Myriad Poisons True Lord bowed to Yunhe, saying: "Heavenly Corpse Dao Friend, there must be some clue here; Dao Friend, you might wait a moment."

At this time, Yunhe also became very agreeable, clasping his fists and saying as he went along:

"Please trouble you, Myriad Poisons Dao Friend."

The two who had just been fighting in combat now showed an uncanny rapport.

(End of chapter)