Chapter 615: Nurturing a Strong Martial in a Doll Urn

Originally, this cultivation technique required one to be a Strong Martial Master to operate, but since the Poison Dragon aura could be extracted in advance, the Ying Feng, still in its egg state, could also rely on devouring the Poison Dragon to condense a physical form.

This Ying Feng egg was the trump card Zhou You would use to turn the tables in a desperate situation.

As for the fact that he could unleash Strong Martial power with a palm strike from his festering wounds, it was all intentionally revealed to let Du Taiyue think he had grasped his secret.

The other party was cunning and treacherous, but he had certainly never encountered someone like Zhou You in his life, who cheated so outrageously—using both system panels and alternate identities—directly trapping him in a dead end.

It was expected that Du Taiyue would soon use methods to squeeze his vitality and potential, forcibly elevating him to the Strong Martial realm.

This kind of Strong Martial was at best a Pseudo-Strong Martial, much like a white-feathered chicken raised in a month; it was fine as fast food, but nothing else.

Hmm, it has to be eaten by someone anyway, so why not feed it to the Ying Feng egg?

Lu Zhigang estimated that feeding it with the Poison Dragon of a Strong Martial would be enough for the Ying Feng to break its shell and assist him in formally switching to the Ying Feng Swallowing Dragon Art.

There is no master-disciple relationship without grievances; you scheme against me, and I scheme against you. Everyone loves and kills each other; as the saying goes, those who are not of the same family do not enter the same house.

The next day...

"Zhigang, as your master, I feared you would be lonely, so I specifically found your pet concubine and servant."

Qiu Dajun and Lu Chongsheng stood before Lu Zhigang with helpless expressions.

Du Taiyue chuckled and pointed at them, "You are quite lucky; they haven't been discovered by the lackeys of the Thousand Faces Hall yet."

"Uh, thank you, Master. Also, this woman is my goddaughter, not a pet concubine."

"It's all the same. Whether surnamed Cao or Lu, pet concubine or goddaughter, there is no difference."

Lu Zhigang clearly knew that Du Taiyue's move was to take hostages to threaten him against having ulterior motives, but he still respectfully cupped his hands, "Thank you, Master, for your favor."

With the hostages secured, in the days that followed, Du Taiyue began to 'cultivate' Zhou You.

"You previously used the Desire Immortal Cauldron to stimulate your potential and break through to an Advanced Martial Master, but to upgrade to a Strong Martial, the Desire Immortal Cauldron is not enough."

Furthermore, there was no way to find a Desire Immortal Cauldron at the moment; Du Taiyue's lair had been raided, and all the Desire Immortal Cauldrons had become spoils of war.

"Therefore, we must use... the Doll Urn."

Du Taiyue flicked his hand, and sixteen insect-slaves grunted as they carried over the Doll Urn.

Ever since the anomaly on the battlefield, Du Taiyue had guessed that the Poison Nest had been tampered with, so he sealed it away and used only insect-slaves as manual labor for transport to eliminate hidden dangers.

"Zhigang, I have extracted the Duli of the Nine Insects and used a drop of my own poisonous heart-blood as a primer."

"You only need to soak inside for forty-nine days, and you will succeed, becoming the second Strong Martial of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop."

"A Strong Martial is different from an ordinary person. Once you become a Strong Martial, we will no longer be master and disciple, but peers. You will become the Deputy Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, and thousands of insect-slaves and tens of thousands of Poison Martial artists will all be under your control."

It had to be said that the future Du Taiyue described was very tempting.

"This disciple can't wait!"

"Haha, that's good. Go bathe and purify yourself, rest well, and enter the Doll Urn tomorrow."

That night, Chan Juaner found Lu Zhigang in private, "Senior Brother Lu, I feel uneasy in my heart. I always feel like something bad is going to happen. Could there be danger this time?"

She did not yet know about Du Taiyue's scheme and only thought the environment inside the Doll Urn was perilous, fearing that Lu Zhigang would not be able to come out once he went in.

In reality, the true danger was not inside; it would wait until after Zhou You came out.

"No need to worry, help me look after the two of them!"

Lu Zhigang pointed at Lu Chongsheng and Qiu Dajun.

Chan Juaner nodded earnestly, "I will certainly not fail Senior Brother's entrustment, waiting for you to come out of the Doll Urn."

"Master, I..." Qiu Dajun still wanted to be sentimental, but was pointed to the side by Lu Zhigang, "Stand over there."

Then he said to Lu Chongsheng, "My life and death are uncertain this time. If I die, you will likely not survive either."

"Then we shall die!"

Lu Chongsheng said resolutely. After the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop was destroyed, those of them involved were hunted everywhere, and they only realized at the end that the brand on their bodies could not be removed.

Once one becomes a Poison Martial artist, one can never wash it off for a lifetime; there is only one path to follow to the end.

Qiu Dajun saw her face full of determination and thought to himself how he could be less than a woman, "Master, don't worry, I will protect the young lady."

After making the arrangements, the next day, Zhou You flew and landed inside the Doll Urn under Du Taiyue's gaze.

The Doll Urn was worthy of being a supreme poisonous treasure; the atmosphere inside was fresh and stimulating, melting a layer of his skin immediately, followed by a massive variety of virulent poisons taking turns.

This object contained all the poisons in the world, and with the addition of the Duli of the Poison King's Nine Insects, the concentration had reached a new historical high.

A misty expanse could be seen, with a golden blood droplet floating and sinking; that was Du Taiyue's poisonous heart-blood, acting as a primer to mobilize the power inside the Doll Urn and catalyze the improvement of Lu Zhigang's realm.

Going from an Advanced Martial Master to a Strong Martial was a major threshold; breakthroughs were difficult, yet there were shortcuts for breaking through to Martial Master from Qi and blood, so there was no reason why this bottleneck shouldn't have one.

Du Taiyue was using virulent poison to stimulate Lu Zhigang's vitality and potential, overdrawing the future in advance to elevate him to the first level of Strong Martial.

If it were Lu Zhigang himself, he certainly wouldn't be able to withstand this torture.

However, the current 'Lu Zhigang' was essentially Zhou You wearing a mask. Zhou You's Qi and blood were vast, and his vitality was so robust that he was not only at the peak of Martial Master but had also touched upon many conditions for those just entering the Strong Martial realm.

Eight times the Qi and blood weight of an Advanced Martial Master, and a lifespan value of 150—how terrifying was that? Gurgle, gurgle—bubbling sounds came from the Doll Urn.

Du Taiyue watched for a moment and sat cross-legged on the ground, "Everyone leave. You are not allowed to come and disturb. Let me guard this place alone."

The disciples who didn't know the inside story were so jealous their eyes turned red. Lu Zhigang was actually valued this much? The space inside the Doll Urn was much larger than the Desire Immortal Cauldron.

Zhou You soaked inside and could move his hands and feet freely. He didn't stand on ceremony and began to perform the Seven Step Poison Sand Palm, move by move.

From beginning to end, dismantling, merging, and repeating, he contemplated it over and over. As the Duli strengthened his physical body and raised his realm, this palm technique gave birth to many changes and power.

The strongest move, 'Step Heaven Flood Subduing Palm', could unleash Strong Martial power even without the enhancement of the festering wounds.

Nineteen days later, Lu Zhigang's body shook. He had grasped the Strong Martial Omen and was one step closer to the threshold.

Because he was under Du Taiyue's nose, he dared not use the Poison Dragon phantom to feed the Ying Feng egg and could only secretly accumulate it.

Days passed one by one...

On this day, Lu Chongsheng finished a set of the Seven Step Poison Sand Palm, her Qi and blood stabilized at the Intermediate Martial Master realm.

"Not bad. Your aptitude was excellent to begin with, and after switching to Poison Martial arts, you have progressed by leaps and bounds."

After Chan Juaner finished giving pointers, she couldn't help but scold Qiu Dajun, "Look at you, marking time. Are you really willing to be a servant for a lifetime?"

"I am a butler, not a servant."

Qiu Dajun emphasized.

Lu Chongsheng sighed gloomily, "I wonder how Foster Father is faring right now?"

Chan Juaner did not know either; the three of them were bound too deeply to Lu Zhigang—if he prospered, they prospered; if he suffered, they suffered.

If Lu Zhigang failed to walk out of the Doll Gu, and perished inside, their future would turn completely dark.

Counting the days, it had been over forty days.

(End of this chapter)