Chapter 176: The Too Authentic Antidote for Sorrowful Breeze

"Someone is not poisoned!"

Zhang Jie's palm strike that killed Murong Fu was just a flash of lightning,

and the Xixia warriors, whose horses were frightened, reacted, one by one panicked.

Li Yan Zong was an outstanding talent among them, yet he was killed by that young Beggar Sect leader with one palm.

What terrified them most was that under Zhang Jie's palm,

he actually summoned a creature like a golden dragon; just one roar was like the descent of a prehistoric giant beast,

which made their specially trained warhorses lose control,

and also made them feel a huge stone pressing on their hearts,

and their sturdy arms, which had harvested countless heads in the past, felt a bit weak.

"Shoot arrows, shoot arrows!"

The leader, Helian Tieshu, immediately ordered a volley of arrows to pierce Zhang Jie's heart.

He didn't believe that the "Sorrowful Breeze," which even first-class experts couldn't be immune to, had no effect on Zhang Jie.

Even if he racked his brains, he would never imagine that Zhang Jie and the Empress Dowager Li Qiushui, whom he held in such awe, were disciples of the same master.

and practiced the "North-Dark Divine Art," one of the three great unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect, which had a very strong resistance to "Sorrowful Breeze."

Not to mention that Zhang Jie's cultivation had already far surpassed Li Qiushui's with the blessing of the shared space.

Looking at the entire Xiaoyao Sect, only the legendary founder Xiaoyaozi, who came from the Ageless Spring Valley, made him not dare to claim he could definitely win.

After all, Xiaoyaozi had disappeared for decades and had probably already passed away.

Zhang Jie didn't know what realm he had reached before he died—was it inferior,

or comparable, or did he surpass the Sweeping Monk hiding in the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library?

Creak!

Receiving the order, the Xixia warriors suppressed the fear in their hearts one by one,

nimbly took out arrows from their quivers, and the bowstrings of their horse bows were pulled.

They stared at Zhang Jie with red eyes:

They were the eagles of the Great Xia Kingdom; how could they feel fear toward the cowardly Song people?

Now they were going to use the bows and arrows in their hands to shoot and kill this Song person who made them feel ashamed!

"Noisy!"

Zhang Jie raised his eyebrows.

He could just stand here and let these Xixia warriors shoot, and these arrows wouldn't break his protective Qi,

but the other Beggar Sect disciples were all poisoned and couldn't dodge the arrows.

Looking at the indifferent eyes of these Xixia warriors, Zhang Jie knew they wouldn't avoid the Beggar Sect disciples.

Perhaps in their eyes, using the lives of Beggar Sect disciples to contain Zhang Jie was just right.

Zhang Jie wouldn't watch this happen; since he had become the Beggar Sect leader,

he should naturally fulfill the duties of the Beggar Sect leader—to protect the Beggar Sect disciples well.

He flicked his ten fingers, and dozens of sword paths—some majestic, with the momentum of mountains collapsing and rain arriving;

or clever and flexible, unpredictable; or open and closed, imposing and heroic;

or clumsy and ancient, or light and fast, or flickering back and forth,

with subtle changes—shot toward the Xixia warriors who were about to shoot arrows.

"Ugh~"

Helian Tieshu, who was waving his sword and wanting to start a massacre, suddenly felt a chill in his heart,

and the boundless energy he had in the past left him like a floodgate opening.

Thump!

The next second, this commander of the Xixia Hall of One-Class, ambitious, wanting to break through the Great Song,

and the Xixia General Conquering the East, fell headfirst from his horse,

and would never be able to climb onto the back of his beloved horse again.

The Beggar Sect disciples saw clearly that a hole the size of a baby's fist appeared on Helian Tieshu's chest,

the hole was transparent from front to back, and the heart inside was twisted into pieces,

blood foam splattered, staining Helian Tieshu's robes and armor blood-red.

He was dead as dead could be.

The heavy armor he wore ultimately didn't save his life.

For this Xixia General Conquering the East, who was best equipped and had not low martial arts,

Zhang Jie specially rewarded him with a heavy "Shaoshang Sword Qi,"

letting him go very cleanly and neatly, without any dragging.

Thump, thump!

With a series of falling sounds, the Xixia warriors who surrounded the Beggar Sect disciples

and had just been showing off their power were all wiped out.

These Xixia warriors didn't understand that it was never them surrounding Zhang Jie,

but Zhang Jie surrounding them!

"Gulp!"

The scene fell into a deathly silence for a time, and everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Not to mention the ordinary Beggar Sect disciples, even the elders who considered themselves well-informed had never seen such a shocking scene?

"This, is this my Dali Duan family's 'Six Meridian Divine Swords'?"

Duan Yu looked at the scene in front of him, which, if not littered with corpses, was close to it, and the whole person fell into a stupor.

Having practiced the "Six Meridian Divine Swords" and possessing a photographic memory, he recognized the sword technique Zhang Jie performed.

But even in the "Six Meridian Divine Swords" recorded in the sword manual, when it reached completion,

it was only firing six sword Qi at the same time;

how could it be like Zhang Jie, firing dozens of sword Qi as if they didn't cost money!

How deep must the cultivation and how tough must the meridians be to accommodate and transform so many sword Qi?

Duan Yu had known Zhang Jie's cultivation was unfathomable since Zhang Jie subdued the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva without any smoke or fire,

but he didn't expect Zhang Jie's cultivation to be so unfathomable, like an abyss without a bottom!

"Sect Leader's divine power covers the world!"

"Sect Leader's divine power covers the world!"

At this time, the Beggar Sect members who reacted cheered one after another.

The higher Zhang Jie's martial arts, the broader their future!

Some with more divergent thinking had already begun to imagine their bright future.

However, because the effect of the "Sorrowful Breeze" hadn't passed, although the Beggar Sect members were in high spirits,

the cheers weren't as earth-shaking as before.

Zhang Jie waved his hand to suppress the cheers, flashed to Helian Tieshu's corpse,

and after a little searching, found several small bottles in his pocket.

Perhaps to prevent misuse, each small porcelain bottle had a label written in black ink on red paper,

labeled "Sorrowful Breeze" and "Antidote" respectively.

Zhang Jie unscrewed the lid of the porcelain bottle labeled "Antidote,"

his nostrils moved slightly, and he smelled an indescribable stench.

This stench was as if durian, stinky tofu,

snail rice noodles, old Beijing douzhi, stinky mandarin fish, stinky gluten, etc., from the 21st century,

were mixed together with the socks of a roommate from his junior high school who hadn't washed them for a week,

and then fermented for a month.

He only smelled it lightly, and he had the feeling that a strong man had punched him hard in the nose!

He couldn't imagine how the researcher of "Sorrowful Breeze" could research such a thing; how big must their nerves be.

'Yes, this is the taste!

Too, too, too authentic!'

Zhang Jie, smelling this stimulating taste,

knew that what was in this bottle was the real deal he was looking for—the antidote for "Sorrowful Breeze,"

and not some fishing enforcement with other poisons labeled "Antidote."

The antidote for "Sorrowful Breeze" itself has a strong stimulating odor,

in stark contrast to the colorless and odorless nature of "Sorrowful Breeze."

Perhaps this is some kind of mutual generation and restraint, things turning into their opposites.

"Come, detoxify them; just let them sniff this in front of their noses."

Zhang Jie threw the two bottles of antidote to Duan Yu, who was still in a stupor, and told him the method of detoxification.

"Can this thing really detoxify?"

Duan Yu, who had returned to his senses, smelled the indescribable stimulating odor emitted by the medicine in the porcelain bottle,

and couldn't help but fall into doubt.

Just by this odor, its credibility as a poison was much greater than its credibility as an antidote.

Ultimately, his trust in Zhang Jie outweighed the doubt in his heart,

and Duan Yu began to detoxify the Beggar Sect disciples who were slumped on the ground.

"Ugh, ugh~"

This odor was too stimulating; after the Beggar Sect disciples took a deep breath,

they only felt their internal organs turning upside down, and couldn't help but retch repeatedly.

Although he was also a beggar who rolled in mud piles and was called a stinky beggar by others,

and should have been used to being with stinky air, this stench was still too stimulating,

directly piercing through his already high threshold for stench, making his brain dizzy,

and he felt his limbs and bones trembling and wailing in this stench.

But what surprised him was that after this stimulation,

his lost strength gradually returned to his body.

"It works, this is the antidote!"

He immediately shouted to the other Beggar Sect brothers to popularize it.

Hearing him say this, the Beggar Sect disciples all pinched their noses and sniffed it.

A few seemed to firmly believe that the more antidote they sniffed, the faster they would detoxify,

and they sucked on the porcelain bottle containing the antidote like a vacuum cleaner.

Zhang Jie couldn't help but give them a thumbs up in his heart:

Being so willing to sacrifice, they are real men!

Zhang Jie and Duan Yu, who possessed profound martial arts and were quick-handed, soon detoxified all the Beggar Sect members.

The four great elders and others with deep cultivation recovered their internal energy and neutralized the toxins, recovering as before in less than a quarter of an hour.

And the other ordinary disciples, depending on the level of their internal energy,

took about half an hour to an hour to fully recover.

"Sect Leader, how should these armors be dealt with?"

Chen Zhanglao and the others, who had recovered their mobility, asked Zhang Jie for instructions.

He didn't mention the horses; these horses were Zhang Jie's spoils of war,

and with the size of their Beggar Sect, they could completely handle these horses, but the armor was somewhat difficult to deal with.

Especially since, except for Helian Tieshu, Zhang Jie specifically sniped the Xixia warriors through gaps like necks and eyes,

these armors were all intact; as long as they found dozens of strong, powerful,

and tactically literate big men, this would be an elite heavy-armored army!

And for a person like this, the Beggar Sect, with its tens of thousands of members, was not lacking at all!

"What do you think?"

Zhang Jie didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Hmm..."

Chen Guyan stroked his graying beard: "Sect Leader,

our Beggar Sect probably shouldn't hide these armors privately; let's just sell them to the government."

"Chen Zhanglao's words are those of an experienced and prudent person."

The other elders all agreed with Chen Guyan's proposal.

Although the Great Song was bad at foreign wars, its control over the interior was still very high,

especially over strategic materials like crossbows and armor that could shake its rule.

There was always a saying among the people: "One armor is worth three crossbows, three armors send you to the underworld."

Since keeping them in their hands was like holding a hot potato, it would be better to sell them and make a profit.

Their Beggar Sect happened to be on good terms with several generals at the Great Song border, so they could sell them for a good price.

"Keep all these warhorses and armors, hide them; this Sect Leader will have great use for them in the future!"

Zhang Jie's eyes were deep, and he said meaningfully.

"This..."

The four great elders looked at each other, and all saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Zhang Jie's words almost undisguisedly revealed his purpose of causing trouble!

What should they do?

But thinking of Zhang Jie's unfathomable martial arts, a trace of heat rose in their eyes;

their hearts beat like drums; with Zhang Jie leading, such big things weren't impossible for them to do!

To be honest, having been reduced to beggars, saying they were very loyal to the Great Song was simply a joke.

The Great Song didn't love them, so would they love the Great Song very much?

Previously, they had always resisted Xixia and Great Liao, just fearing that their iron hooves would step on the Central Plains,

making their already not-so-good situation worse.

Now, they seemed to have a better choice! ===== CHAPTER 177 =====