Chapter 94

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon of the second day.

West of the town, thick mist swirled continuously, like a white sea surge, emitting waves of chilly air.

Fang Yi had successfully disguised himself, fully armed, carrying a large bow wrapped in animal hide on his back, with five spears inserted behind him, and holding a precious sword in his hand, heading to meet Jiang Wushang.

Upon seeing Fang Yi fully armed, Jiang Wushang and the two middle-aged men beside him all wore strange expressions, sizing him up from head to toe.

"It seems you're better prepared than I am."

Jiang Wushang laughed.

"Being careful is never wrong."

Fang Yi replied.

They walked toward the misty area west outside the town.

At this moment, the outskirts of the mist were already filled with a dense crowd of people.

There were both experts of the Seeking God path who had arrived early, and many helpers secretly invited by them.

Looking over, one could clearly sense the strong vital energy within some people, like surging waves, power permeating the air.

All are Muscle-Tendon Realm experts!

"Don't worry, these people were all brought from nearby towns, and some were brought from Chifeng City."

Jiang Wushang transmitted via voice.

Given the urgency, although the Seeking God group couldn't find helpers on the Transforming Demon path, it was still easy for them to go back and forth to nearby towns to recruit some Muscle-Tendon Realm martial artists.

Although Muscle-Tendon Realm cultivators are rare, each town still has a few.

You should know that the Chifeng region administers over a dozen towns.

All the Muscle-Tendon Realm experts together number over a hundred.

Fang Yi nodded and whispered, "Who are the experts of those three evil martial paths you mentioned?"

"For now we don't know their identities or where they're hiding; they're likely to burst forth suddenly inside and catch others off guard!"

Jiang Wushang transmitted, saying: "So you should act in advance; it's best to eliminate some people right from the start."

"If we do that, and they settle scores afterward, can you protect me?"

Fang Yi sized up Jiang Wushang, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Don't, for some petty gain, put yourself in an irredeemable situation.

"Rest assured, my master is nearby and can definitely protect you."

Jiang Wushang transmitted: "Moreover, in this treasure seizure, all parties have an unspoken agreement; regardless of the final outcome, there will be no settling of scores afterward!"

"Then that's settled."

Fang Yi nodded and replied, "Remember later to close your pores and don't gasp."

Another period of time passed.

The mist before them suddenly became more turbulent, surging mighty, bringing waves of tidal-like sounds, within which a large amount of five-colored rosy light was emitted, lush and fragrant, making people's pores almost open.

It was as if some precious medicine had matured.

In a hazy blur, a road formed of five-colored rosy light gradually emerged, deep and mysterious, leading far away.

"The road has appeared; why aren't you acting?"

Suddenly, an old and imposing shout came from afar, echoing in everyone's ears.

Boom boom boom boom!

Everyone no longer hesitated, immediately charging forward madly.

Ah!

Just as they rushed out, some began eliminating rivals, someone cried out in misery, being blasted and flung backward.

The two middle-aged men beside Jiang Wushang turned pale, barely reacting before being struck by two immense forces, coughing blood from severe injury, crying out, and flung backward.

Another person lunged straight at Fang Yi, his heavy fist wrapped in thick bloody light, like a meteor, mercilessly slamming into his back.

As a result, Fang Yi didn't even look, and swung a palm.

Crack!

Pfft!

The opponent spat out a mouthful of blood and instantly flew backward, dead.

Whoosh!

Then two sword lights, one left and one right, directly enveloped Jiang Wushang's side, sword qi crisscrossing, extremely swift.

From the moment he stepped onto the five-colored road, Jiang Wushang already felt his whole body suppressed; his originally surging spiritual power dwindled to less than a tenth.

At this moment, facing the sudden attack of two Muscle-Tendon Realm martial artists, even if he had earth-shattering abilities, he couldn't unleash them; his face changed in shock, and he hurriedly employed movement techniques to dodge.

But suddenly!

Ah ah!

Two cries rang out; the two Muscle-Tendon Realm experts lunging at Jiang Wushang suddenly spat blood, their bodies rapidly turning black at visible speed, collapsing to the ground, dead from poison.

"Hold your breath!"

Fang Yi's voice sounded again in Jiang Wushang's ear, and his body swiftly moved.

Jiang Wushang had no time to think, quickly pinning the poison-avoidance art, and silently activating a mysterious method from the Seeking Immortal path, reducing his existence to a minimum to be unaffected by the outside world.

Only saw Fang Yi strike like lightning, his palms waving everywhere, making a whooshing sound.

Each time he waved, an invisible deadly poison surged forth in an instant.

All that could be heard were miserable cries from all directions without end.

Figures continuously spat blood and collapsed to the ground.

Whether they were Muscle-Tendon Realm martial artists or experts of the Seek Gods path, without exception, they all fell victim to deadly poison.

Especially those Muscle-Tendon Realm martial artists, nine out of ten collapsed at the first encounter.

"Oh no, this air is poisonous!"

"The Poison Martial lineage has arrived, run!"

"Damn it, really damn it!"

"Who summoned the Poison Martial lineage?"

Miserable screams rang out continuously.

Many experts of the Seek Gods path fled hastily toward the depths.

Some, in panic, rushed swiftly outward.

In the blink of an eye, no one remained on the Five-Colored Road.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere, hissing as they rotted, all of them those who hadn't managed to escape.

Jiang Wushang watched, secretly shocked.

He still underestimated the opponent's deadly poison.

Is this Ouyang Feng truly unaffiliated with any sect, having figured this out on his own?

Even a genius of the Poison Martial lineage would be no more than this, right?

Could a martial artist without any inheritance have researched to this extent?

"Will the Poison Martial lineage produce another revival master again?"

Jiang Wushang was shocked.

Fang Yi's expression remained calm as he quickly scavenged on the ground, saying, "Let's go, let's take a look inside."

They continued running forward.

At this moment, around the passage, many senior figures of the Seek Gods path had appeared, their gazes calm, their bearing ethereal, observing the passage ahead from afar.

Inside the passage, a mysterious force suppressed vision, so even they could not see the interior clearly.

But from the sounds, they knew the battle was not minor.

"In this contest for the divine artifact, I don't know who will be able to endure until the end."

A middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, with fair complexion and three graceful strands of beard, sighed softly.

He exuded a hazy aura, neither truly real nor illusory, thick with incense aura, like the incense deity enshrined in a temple, giving an unreal feeling.

Beside him, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly smiled, saying, "Others dare not say it, but my Nine Heavens Sect's people will surely make it to the end. To smoothly seize that divine artifact, I have thickened my skin and invited a talent from the Monster Transformation path. With him here, I think no one can oppose him."

The other senior figures all slightly changed expression.

This old gangster actually invited someone from the Monster Transformation path?

They had wanted to invite someone from the Monster Transformation path before, but the mountains were high and waters long, making it impossible to find anyone in time.

When did they find him?

"I doubt it!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a black robe lightly shook his head, smiled, and said, "Those of the Monster Transformation path are not weak in the flesh, but not necessarily invincible. My Blazing Heaven Sect has called in favors to bring an expert of the Esoteric Teaching. Though young, he has cultivated the method of fleshly sanctity to a considerable degree; I think his flesh may not be inferior to that of the Monster Transformation path."

"An Esoteric Teaching person?"

Everyone's expressions changed again.

The Heretical Martial path has many branches, and the Esoteric Teaching is among the most mysterious.

They cultivate both martial arts and partially divine arts.

Especially in achieving fleshly sanctity, none can surpass them.

They have made those on the Monster Transformation path suffer major losses more than once.

Like a natural nemesis.

"I didn't expect you all to have hidden tricks."

Suddenly, a man in a white long robe sighed softly, "Fortunately I also have some preparations; otherwise, I fear I would truly be squeezed out by you in this opportunity struggle."

"Oh? Who did you invite?"

Everyone looked over.

"I have found a few martial artists who cultivate the Mad Demon Path; although not as strong as the Esoteric Teaching, they have some unique traits, and if they launch a sudden attack, I think they could cause some trouble."

The white-robed man smiled.

"Mad Demon Path?"

Everyone's expressions darkened slightly.

This path can be called the extreme of the Heretical Martial way.

In battle, they madly burn essence and blood, growing fiercer with each fight, fighting to the death.

The more severe the injury, the stronger their strength!

Even on the brink of death, they can unleash tenfold combat power!

"Although the Heretical Martial path is rejected by all sides, it still has some merits in certain situations."

Another person spoke up.

"It's still too early to say now; we'll know in a few days."

An old man shrouded in divine radiance spoke indifferently.

"Not bad, what's the rush?"

The others all smiled.

For this contest, who holds hidden cards in hand?

"Huh, someone has come out?"

Suddenly, an elderly figure showed surprise.

Only seen at the passage exit, more than ten people staggered, all purple‑black, surrounded by a rotting aura, faces full of panic, they fled swiftly.

Without exception, they were all followers of the Seek God path.

An elderly figure flickered, appearing instantly before them, and shouted:

"What's wrong with you?"

"We encountered a master of the Poison Martial lineage; as soon as we entered, we were poisoned, our attendants all died, and without our strange treasure protecting us, we surely couldn't have held on."

A person purple‑black all over, with a rotting body, said:

"Poison Martial lineage?"

Everyone's faces slightly changed.

"Who invited them?"

They all immediately approached and began detoxifying everyone.

"This is power toxin; elite disciples of the Poison Martial lineage have come!"

An elderly figure lowered his tone and said:

"Elite disciples are extremely rare."

"Across the entire Poison Martial lineage, they total no more than thirty."

"Just who are they?"

As they continued detoxifying everyone, another group stumbled out of the Five‑Colored Passage entrance, wailing, emitting a foul stench, as if drenched in concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Master!"

"Quick, save me!"

"What?"

Everyone's faces changed again; they hurriedly looked up.

Inside the Five‑Colored Passage.

Rosy light surged, waves billowed.

As soon as Fang Yi and the others exited the passage, they entered a vast space.

The whole space was filled with thin mist, vast in area.

This place seemed to be a ruined medicinal field, but unfortunately the ground had been burned, turning barren, with lingering scorch marks.

Yet from those marks one could tell they were ancient.

"Where is that opportunity? You know the way, right?"

Fang Yi surveyed the surroundings.

"Don't worry, I've already calculated; I feel our chances of seizing the treasure this time are even greater!"

Jiang Wushang's face lit up as he said: "Just now your deadly poison spread around; I can tell most people have surely been affected, and now they are likely seeking places to detoxify—this is our biggest opportunity, hurry!"

He rushed straight ahead.

Fang Yi directly followed behind.

One must admit, this space is vast.

At their speed, after running for about half a day, they finally reached the site of the opportunity.

Up ahead, a huge canyon suddenly appeared.

Inside the canyon, rosy light shone outward, and five‑colored divine light flickered continuously.

Streams of indescribable divine aura surged outward from there.

This aura even carried a hint of incense; it smelled faint, deep, and exuded mystery.

"Just like those Seek God path people, the aura is the same."

Fang Yi frowned.

"Yes, this is divine substance; only Seek God path practitioners can use it, but I am different—my lineage draws from a hundred schools, able to explore every path."

Jiang Wushang smiled.

"Could you introduce the differences among the four paths?"

Fang Yi said.

"Easy to say, but now is not the time; let's first seize the treasure, and once we have the divine substance in hand, I'll explain in detail!"

Jiang Wushang laughed.

Fang Yi nodded lightly.

The two, seeing no one around, headed straight for the canyon.

To guard against possible ambushes, before fully approaching, Fang Yi began releasing poison—colorless, odorless power toxin seeping into the canyon interior.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

After confirming safety, Fang Yi and Jiang Wushang then moved again, rushing into the canyon's depths.

Soon they saw the object radiating five‑colored light.

It was a pagoda.

About the size of a human head, it stood tall on a rock deep in the canyon, its five‑colored light gleaming, sandalwood scent permeating, colors gorgeous, divided into nine tiers, like some kind of divine sacrificial item.

"Go!"

The two sped up, approached, and soon stood before the pagoda.

Jiang Wushang grabbed the pagoda, overjoyed.

"Great treasure!"

This time entering the opportunity site went unexpectedly smoothly.

I thought all kinds of troubles would arise, but not a single one appeared.

Quick, go!

Jiang Wushang knew they couldn't linger here, and immediately bolted toward the outside.

Once he left this secret realm, he could restore his strength and then have nothing to fear from others trying to seize it again.

But just as they had rushed out of this canyon, their expressions suddenly shifted and they came to an abrupt halt.

A powerful aura surged in from all directions like a flood of ferocious beasts, unsettling even Fang Yi, who felt something was wrong—his pores went out of control, and the air filled with a thick incense scent.

God-Seeking Path!

Fang Yi's expression hardened.

Wasn't this place supposed to suppress all divine and spiritual power?

Yet the opponent's aura remained undiminished!

"Jiang Wushang, put that down, and I'll let you go."

A calm voice came slowly from not far away.

Divine light intertwined, incense aura permeated the air, as if a deity walked between heaven and earth, radiant light covering their whole being, giving an aura that forbade direct gaze.

Beside him followed another shadow.

That person had thick arms, a feral visage, a head of long hair not black but blood‑red, eyes blazing like a beast's, and exuded an indescribable bloody odor.

"Lu Mingxiao!"

Jiang Wushang's tone tightened as he looked at the god‑like man.

An elite of the Nine Heavens Sect, born in resonance with thunder, able to draw lightning into his body from childhood and survive heavenly lightning strikes!

"I never expected you to bring someone from the Poison Martial Lineage."

Lu Mingxiao's voice was calm as he glanced at Fang Yi.

"The Poison Martial Lineage has also done us a small favor, at least clearing out many of our opponents, right?"

Beside them, another figure stepped forward, smiling calmly.

His whole body was shrouded in rosy light, suffused with incense aura, like a temple deity walking about.

By his side followed many martial masters as well.

Among them, one person stood out particularly.

He was tall and slender, his gaze icy, clad in a gray robe like a blade ready to unsheathe, giving off a sharp, exposed edge.

"Xiao Wuchen!"

Jiang Wushang's expression changed again.

This is a genius of the Burning Heaven Sect, and he hasn't been poisoned either?

"Don't rush, we're here too, Jiang Wushang—long time no see, hope you've been well."

Other laughing voices rang out.

Only to see several more figures leap from the surrounding mist, their bodies awash in divine light, exuding a rich fragrance, kicking up sand and stones, emitting an indescribable aura in waves.

"Ye Qingchan, Luo Qingyu!"

Jiang Wushang's voice sank low.

No exceptions!

All are renowned figures on the God‑Seeking Path.

And yet they are all unharmed!

Moreover, each is accompanied by many martial masters!

"I'm curious why we haven't been poisoned."

That Ye Qingchan suddenly laughed and said, "The Poison Martial Lineage has its unique strengths, but I don't know if you've heard of Holy Spirit Water—though its poison is fierce, it is still restrained by Holy Spirit Water."

"Holy Spirit Water?"

Jiang Wushang's face grew grave as he said, "I never expected your elders to go to such lengths to obtain this for you!"

"So many changes have occurred upon entering, and experts of all kinds abound—how could we not be prepared?"

Xiao Wuchen spoke calmly.

Especially the Evil Martial Path, with its branches too mixed and scattered.

If they faced them head‑on, they would naturally not fear.

But here divine power is suppressed by over ninety percent; if they encountered some strange Evil Martial practitioners, it would be a huge trouble.

Thus, whatever they could think of, they basically prepared for.

"Gentlemen, this brother is merely a friend I temporarily invited; he has no part in our dispute—might he be allowed to leave first?"

Jiang Wushang looked at the crowd and gestured toward Fang Yi.

He did not want to implicate Fang Yi.

Because he had other means to preserve his life.

"I've said it—put that down, and I'll let you leave; otherwise there's only death."

Lu Mingxiao's voice was flat.

"Well said."

Xiao Wuchen smiled: "Leave or die!"

"How about you? Can you handle it?"

Jiang Wushang instantly sent a mental transmission to Fang Yi, his thoughts shifting as he prepared to abandon that thing.

"Five"

Fang Yi muttered under his breath.

What does that mean?

Jiang Wushang sent a mental transmission.

Four

?

Three

Two

Several others furrowed their brows, revealing a cold look.

But suddenly they sensed something wrong; a surge of intense pain welled up from their chests, accompanied by dizziness and vertigo, their faces changed, and they spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

It's poisonous!

This is impossible!

Hurry up and attack!

They shouted loudly, not daring to delay any further.

How is that possible?

They had already taken the Holy Spirit Water; how could they still be affected by such deadly poison?

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

Several people held their breath and instantly rushed over.

Lu Mingxiao, Xiao Wuchen, Ye Qingchan, and Luo Qinyu all lunged at Jiang Wushang.

The remaining people all pounced wildly at Fang Yi.

Ah!

However, as soon as most of them lunged out, they suddenly screamed, collapsed to the ground, thrashed violently, and died a miserable death.

Fang Yi's four-attribute lethal poisons intertwined; in terms of power, they could already completely overwhelm the power toxin.

Before, he had only ever used the power toxin.

Only now did the four-attribute lethal poisons erupt together!

Boom!

A splendid blade qi suddenly surged forward.

The eye-catching grey-robed man from before shifted sideways dozens of zhang in an instant, lunging forward first; at this moment Fang Yi actually felt an illusion, as if the one lunging at him was not a person but a long blade whose sharpness pierced the heavens.

Blade qi crisscrossed!

In an instant, sand and stones flew from all directions.

Fang Yi furrowed his brows; a layer of toxic fire covered his entire body, instantly enveloping him like a thick mantle of molten lava armor, making his physique appear mighty and robust, as if he had suddenly doubled in size.

Bang!

Their palms collided instantly, like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

Immediately afterward, their bodies swayed and they instantly separated.

Are you the martial artist who cultivates the 'Way of the Weapon'?

Fang Yi's voice was hoarse.

After just one exchange, he could sense the opponent's body contained a metallic halberd aura.

Not bad—you can withstand one of my strikes!

The grey-robed man's tone was icy; as he moved his wrist, a deafening metallic sound emanated from his pores, clanging, and blade qi spilled outward, as if a supreme divine blade were hidden within his body.

The ground in all directions was sliced and shattered by this invisible blade qi.

Die!

The grey-robed man ceased talking, his voice icy; he suddenly surged forward, and this time the metallic halberd aura within his body multiplied severalfold, the terrifying aura enveloping his form as if he had donned a thick layer of metallic armor.

He lunged forward, raising his hand to strike down.

At this moment, the descending palm was no longer a palm but had turned into a terrifying blade unmatched in sharpness.

His entire arm was covered in chilling blade qi.

As if to cleave Fang Yi in two!

Fang Yi felt no fear; the Myriad Toxin Refining Prison Technique activated instantly, his body roared, his membranes trembled, the toxic fire on his skin boiled, the four-attribute lethal poisons and power toxin within him surged forth, as if a volcano had erupted inside him.

He met it with a palm!

Bang!

Ah!

The next moment, a tragic cry rang out; fragments of metal scattered chaotically, and blood sprayed everywhere.

The grey-robed man's descending palm was actually exploded by Fang Yi's single strike; shards of fingers flew everywhere, each broken finger resembling a piece of snapped steel.

Even the wound surface showed a metallic cross‑section.

Fang Yi then seized the opportunity; his massive body, shrouded in toxic fire, took a step forward and surged straight into the opponent's chest.

The grey-robed man let out a loud cry, utterly disbelieving.

He cultivated the Merging Weapon Body Refinement; his body had just fused with a newly acquired treasure weapon, destined to make his flesh unparalleled, yet the instant he touched Fang Yi, that treasure weapon, which had originally been united with him, suddenly trembled violently as if affected by an invisible force and severed its connection with him.

How could this be?

He did not know that Fang Yi's metallic lethal poison could corrode all metal under heaven; his treasure weapon possessed a spirit, sensed the danger, and naturally restrained its power.

Boom!

Fang Yi's palm landed solidly on his chest; endless toxic poison surged into his body instantly, blasting a hole in his chest, flesh and blood exploding like shattered metal.

He was flung backward, dying with eyes unclosed!

Whoosh!

Just then!

The remaining group finally lunged forward, attacking Fang Yi.

Especially the blood-haired man, whose whole body was wrapped in a thick, gloomy blood light, like a crimson meteor, he slapped out with a palm.

Fang Yi's eyes turned cold; he suddenly drew his waist blade, whipped around, and fiercely slashed at the blood-haired man rushing at extreme speed.

Bang!

A terrifying roar erupted between them.

Poisonous fire and blood light burned everywhere.

Upon contact, the blood-haired man's expression changed instantly; he felt his blood throughout his body surge uncontrollably, like flammable oil meeting flame.

He suddenly understood what the gray-robed man earlier was all about.

His poison was beyond expectation.

Multiple toxins attacked together, severely affecting his condition.

Boom boom boom boom!

Frenzied Devil Blade Technique!

Fang Yi's eyes ice-cold, he activated the Frenzied Devil Blade Technique with the Myriad Poisons Purgatory Technique, turning into countless flames of light, slashing at extreme speed toward the blood-haired man and the other group of martial masters.

This blood-haired man reeked of blood, a pungent smell; he was undoubtedly a master of the Blood Dao.

The other few martial artists had unknown origins, but each possessed their own secret skills, with top-tier martial arts emerging one after another.

"Down!"

Suddenly, Fang Yi let out a loud shout.

The blood-haired man and the others, who were blocking the blade light, instantly saw darkness before their eyes, felt intensified stabbing pain in their chests, spat out fresh blood again, and showed looks of shock.

"Not good!"

Pfft!

Fang Yi swung his blade, a surging blaze of fire, heavily striking the blood-haired man's body, instantly exploding his shoulder; the terrifying four-attribute deadly poison instantly clung to his body, making him scream in agony.

"The sea of blood is boundless!"

The blood-haired man let out a great roar, activating the secret art of their Blood Dao.

With a boom, behind him a foul, bloody stench arose, and a huge blood-red shadow emerged, dark and sinister like a terrifying demon, letting out a roar as it lunged to devour Fang Yi's body.

"Get lost!!"

Fang Yi suddenly bellowed, toxic fire surging, shooting up into the sky.

Splash!

"Ah!"

That huge blood shadow instantly ignited, emitting sharp, piercing cries that were harsh to the ear.

The blood-haired man, however, took advantage of the moment to retreat swiftly.

As Fang Yi clung like a shadow, ignoring the terrifying attacks of the others, his Frenzied Devil Blade Technique—each strike a flame—became like a dreadful whirlwind, relentlessly pursuing the blood-haired man.

The blood-haired man used every means to resist; the myriad blood within his body turned into sword qi, thick and dense, bursting from his skin to meet Fang Yi's body head-on.

But without exception, they all shattered.

Pfft!

The blade light flashed.

A fine head shot up into the sky in an instant.

The others spat out mouthfuls of blood, shocked in their hearts, no longer daring to attack, and hastily turned to flee.

But they hadn't fled far before being overcome by deadly poison, collapsing to the ground with screams.

"You!"

Lu Mingxiao, who was besieging Jiang Wushang, turned with a shocked and angry face and said, "Excellent technique, truly worthy of the Poison King's reputation!"

Obviously they had secretly investigated Fang Yi.

They recognized his armor of toxic fire.

Fang Yi frowned, turned, and looked at those few.

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