Chapter 276: Poisonous Tongue

Liu Liu Chengxuan and the other two sat in the room, listening to the sounds outside the door with trepidation.

No matter how confident An Shen Ziyang was, he was only a first-rate expert after all. And a first-rate expert whose hand skills were poor, whose meridians hadn't been fully opened, and who had only just broken through.

And opposite him, there was at least one top-tier expert, two first-rate experts, and more than a dozen second or third-rate experts. The top-tier expert was also a Tang Men outcast who countered almost all of An Shen Ziyang's methods.

In such a lopsided fight, if any other first-rate expert in the Ordinary Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu came, they would probably despair.

But since An Shen Ziyang asked them to wait here, they wouldn't go out on their own; if they distracted An Shen Ziyang or ruined his arrangements, the few of them would truly have ten deaths and no life.

They could only watch the shadows cast on the door, listening to the movements outside with trepidation, ready to respond at any time.

"Come over here~"

As An Shen Ziyang said this, the evil-path experts opposite didn't hesitate at all, several roars sounded at the same time, footsteps were chaotic, and they all rushed toward this side.

Suddenly, only "swish," "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," "crack," and "boom" sounds erupted together, accompanied by wails.

"The floor is empty!"

"Your mother! Digging traps on the second floor!?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah—"

"I bought the whole inn; I felt the first floor was too empty, so putting some poison-dipped bamboo spikes to decorate it was just right, is that not allowed?"

"You!"

"Careful, use your weapons to test the ground first, then go over!"

*Swish, swish, swish, swish*—

"There are mechanisms on the wall too! Don't touch them!"

"Didn't say earlier—ah!"

"Senior Tang He, the antidote!"

"... This poison has no antidote."

"What!? You!"

"Knowing long ago that this unfilial disciple would come, how could I use poison she could solve? Just go kick the bucket obediently."

"You think this is enough to have us in the bag!? This distance of a few yards, I can cross without touching the ground!"

"Brother Li, step on the corpses of the others and kill your way over together!"

"Good!"

*Swish, swish. *

The corners of their clothes brought wind, approaching rapidly.

"I was waiting for you to leave the ground! Has no one told you that when facing a Tang Men elder, the biggest taboo is to leap into the air?"

"Careful! Pear Blossom Needle in the Rain!"

"What!?"

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*—

"Ah!!!"

Cries of pain sounded.

"Even if I die, I'll have you accompany me! Die!"

*Crack. *

*Pfft. *

*Splash*—

Blood splashed on the door, soaking through the yellow paper, a piece of scarlet.

"Brother Li!"

"You set traps under your own feet too!?"

"Of course, I've been stepping on the spring, just waiting for you to rush my face."

The candlelight cast An Shen Ziyang's shadow on the door.

"Come on, come try my sword technique."

"You have no mechanisms left! Die!"

Two shadows overlapped in one place, arms flying up and down.

"Let go!"

"Take it, take it, really, my family is rich, I don't care about this one sword, I'll give it to you as charity."

"No mechanisms, no weapons, let's see how you block my—ah!!!"

A shadow suddenly fell, and the sound of weapons hitting the ground rang out.

The outside of the door quieted down.

An Shen Ziyang's shadow walked over slowly, bent down to pick up the long sword, and fiddled with it a few times; only "zing, zing" sounds were heard, and the poison needles on the hilt retracted.

His shadow lifted the sword loosely again, pointing toward the stairs.

"Hey, unfilial disciple, why aren't you moving?"

"These accomplices of yours, except for the few guarding outside, are all dead, you know."

A hoarse female voice sounded.

"You have the scent of poison on you. I naturally wouldn't come forward until I let them consume all your mechanisms and poison."

"But, who exactly are you? Pear Blossom Needle, can this thing be used by outsiders so casually?"

An Shen Ziyang's shadow put down the sword.

"Who said I am an outsider? After the fifteenth of the eighth month, I will be the Deputy Sect Leader of the Tang Men!"

"What!?"

The hoarse female voice gritted her teeth.

"But you are not a Tang family member!"

"I was just saying that your talent is clearly excellent; if you had stayed in the Tang Men, you might have been able to fight for the next Sect Leader, so how did you end up betraying the sect and falling into the Ordinary Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu?"

"It turns out it's because your brain is stupid."

An Shen Ziyang's voice carried mockery and ridicule.

"Does whether I am a Tang family member have anything to do with whether I can be the Deputy Sect Leader?"

"The money I spend accounts for one-third of the Tang Men's income, so I can naturally be an elder. After the fifteenth of the eighth month, the Tang Men will have to rush to lick my boots, so the Pear Blossom Needle and the position of Deputy Sect Leader will naturally be offered to me with both hands."

"Even so, the Tang Men have to beg me, and I will consider whether to accept it."

An Shen Ziyang's tone was like a playboy who had occupied a goddess's body, mocking and ridiculing the victim.

"If your brain had been a little better, this Pear Blossom Needle and the position of Deputy Sect Leader should have been yours. It's a pity..."

An Shen Ziyang's shadow shook his head.

"Stupid people just like to play a good hand of cards into a mess."

"After you die, I really want to pry open your skull and see if the brain inside is the size of a pig or dog."

"You're over forty, and you still talk like a child. Saying things like 'You are clearly not a Tang family member~', heavens, do you want me to buy you a candied hawthorn to comfort you?"

"It's a pity you are an 'outcast,' but this elder has no status to comfort you, this stupid pig. Why don't you kneel down now and shout three times 'I am a stupid pig,' and I will show mercy and point out how you should behave as a human, how about that?"

An Shen Ziyang's words were like a barrage, with no intention of stopping at all.

"Yo yo yo, your eyes are red, you think I snatched your candy and you want to cry, right?"

"Anxious, anxious, want to kill me? Come on, come on, don't tell me you don't dare? A top-tier expert, afraid to kill a first-rate expert like me?"

"You—"

"Out—cast."

"Stupid—pig."

Silence.

Dead silence.

The three in the room suddenly shivered.

They all felt it; an extremely crazy killing intent was sweeping from the direction of the stairs. An Shen Ziyang outside the door bore the brunt, and even the three in the room had their hair standing on end.

This set of words from An Shen Ziyang could be said to be digging into the heart and lungs, scolding the mother while hitting the windpipe, and all of them were scolding the pain points that Tang He cared about most.

Even the three in the room felt it was a bit "unnecessary," let alone Tang He, who had been scolded bloody.

And Tang He was no pushover.

Famous for poison and hidden weapons, in the dozen or so years she had walked the Ordinary Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu, the number of people she had killed far exceeded other top-tier experts, often exterminating entire families.

And she was insidious and vengeful. Before today, probably no one dared to scold her to her face, let alone use such words targeting her pain.

"I will use your intestines to choke you to death. Then tear off your mouth and sew it to your—"

"Oh yo yo yo, you scared this elder to death."

An Shen Ziyang's shadow moved, as if taking something out of his bosom, and wiped his forehead.

"It makes me want to use this Tang Men's 'Poison Classic' to wipe my sweat."

"Eh?"

"Stupid pig outcast, did you steal this back then, and kill a few people who knew about it, before being expelled from the Tang Men?"

"Oh, what a pity, my wiping sweat has made it a bit dirty. I'll ask the Tang Men for a new one tomorrow."

An Shen Ziyang's shadow flicked his hand.

*Slap. *

That thing was thrown to the ground, slowly soaking through with blood.

"Anyway, it's just like you—"

"Worthless thing."

*Grind*—

The sound of teeth grinding.

Along with it, there was heavy breathing.

The three in the room looked at each other, all swallowing saliva.

"Young Master An's tongue is probably ten times more poisonous than Tang Men poison to Tang He."

Qi Qi Shuyun was covered in cold sweat.

"This time, it's truly an endless death."

*Grind, grind. *

Footsteps approached gradually.

"You want to provoke me, let me take the initiative to step into your layout."

The hoarse female voice had become even hoarser, and the killing intent in her words was almost about to form substance and drip down.

"You, succeeded."

"I must kill you, kill you slowly, kill you for a year—I want to dry every piece of meat I shave off your body, chew it bit by bit, and swallow it."

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*—

*Clang, clang, clang, clang*—

"Locusts, useless."

*Bang! *

*Splash*—

"Poison Sand of Noon, old-fashioned. Anything else?"

"Of course."

An Shen Ziyang's shadow suddenly flashed.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*—

Dozens of objects shot toward the opposite side.

*Clang*—

The sound of iron hitting the ground.

"Back-tightening crossbow, Seven-Step Life-Taking Needle, Heavenly Demon Rain, Gut-Breaking Soul-Dissolving Powder, Fire Salt, Poison."

"The Tang family really gave you everything."

"It's a pity, you only rely on mechanisms to shoot hidden weapons, without changes. Perhaps you can sneak attack other top-tier experts, but you can't hurt me."

Tang He's shadow had been projected onto the door by the candlelight.

"Anything else?"

"You guess?"

"I guess you don't have any; your art of hiding objects should be learned from the God-Thief Sect, indeed profound, but I have also learned it. You don't have many places left on your body to hide objects."

"Die!"

Two shadows suddenly overlapped.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*—

Countless tiny shadows burst out from An Shen Ziyang's shadow. Several broke through the yellow paper, shot into the room, and nailed into the wall, emitting a faint blue light.

"Useless!"

*Bang. *

The sound of a palm hitting a chest.

*Pfft*—

An Shen Ziyang spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying Tang He all over her face.

"Your internal art is indeed profound, but your cultivation is still shallow. If you only have this much ability, just start praying now that I am willing to torture you for a few months less..."

Tang He's voice sounded, and she stuck out her tongue and licked An Shen Ziyang's blood, as if wanting to fulfill the harsh words of "eating An Shen Ziyang alive" in advance.

Then she suddenly froze.

"You motherfucker, you poisoned your own blood!?"

She said in shock and anger.

"Hahahaha!"

An Shen Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Stupid pig outcast, you don't think I only have Tang Men stuff, right!"

"Miao Frontier Gu poison, Miao King's true transmission! Once it leaves my body, it's ten times more ruthless than poison!"

"You like drinking my blood, I'll give you enough to drink!"

*Bang! *

An Shen Ziyang crashed through the door, retreated several steps, hit the table, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The three hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"That's strong."

An Shen Ziyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Tang He walked in.

Her eyes, nostrils, corners of her mouth, and ears were already slowly bleeding, her face scarlet, and the blood An Shen Ziyang sprayed on her face seemed to be alive, squirming, and things seemed to be moving under her skin, occasionally bulging several marks.

Tang He stared at An Shen Ziyang like a ghost.

"Good method."

"I guarded against all your poison, caught all your mechanisms and hidden weapons, but I didn't expect that your killer move was yourself."

She said hoarsely.

Tang He already understood that from the beginning, An Shen Ziyang had never thought of using Tang Men's mechanisms and poison to deal with her, a top-tier expert from the Tang Men.

An Shen Ziyang first provoked her, making her have the intention to kill. Then he deliberately let her break all the mechanisms and let her see that he had no hidden weapons left, so she felt she had An Shen Ziyang in her palm and could slowly torture him and vent her hatred.

Only then did An Shen Ziyang have the opportunity to spray that mouthful of blood on her.

An Shen Ziyang tore off the close-fitting soft armor and chest mirror that had been broken by Tang He, threw them on the ground, and smiled mischievously.

"You reacted, stupid pig."

"If you had stood in place and thrown hidden weapons at me, I really wouldn't have had any way."

"But, killing with hidden weapons is the most boring way to kill. The more you hate me, the less you will throw me to death from afar. If you don't come up and dismantle my bones and peel my skin yourself, how can you vent your hatred?"

"I know all your life stories, and even more so your temperament. These methods are all tailored for you!"

Speaking of this, An Shen Ziyang pointed outside the door.

"Right, do you want to see what I used to wipe my sweat?"

Tang He was stunned and suddenly turned to look at her feet.

"Spring Night... Secret Play Pictures?"

She looked at An Shen Ziyang sharply, her teeth almost being bitten off by herself.

"No, 'Poison Classic'."

An Shen Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Of course not, Tang Men's handed-down cultivation, how could it be as worthless as you! They would give me mechanisms and hidden weapons, but they would never give me cultivation, just as you said, I am not a Tang family member!"

"As long as you look down, you won't fall into my trap. It's a pity—"

He smiled and shook his head slowly.

"You are not only stupid, but also impulsive."

"You are just a stupid pig who only knows how to lower your head and gore people."

"*Pfft! *—"

Before the words fell, Tang He's face suddenly turned red, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sound of blood hitting the ground sounded along with An Shen Ziyang's mockery.

"Look at you, anxious again."

"If you had turned and left just now, with your internal art, you would have had a two-in-ten chance of suppressing the Gu poison and surviving. But now you are anxious, your Qi is running wild in your body, and the Gu poison is traveling all over your body—"

"You are dead, stupid pig."

Tang He pressed one hand to her chest, supported her knees with the other, and gasped for breath.

"Ha—ha—"

"Good, good... good!"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at An Shen Ziyang.

The three of Qi Qi Shuyun suddenly shivered.

Tang He's eyes had completely lost a trace of white, black pupils embedded in a piece of blood red, filled with resentment that almost drove her crazy.

"You, very good."

"But you still missed one point—even if I can only live for another cup of tea, I can... before I die..."

"Per—son—al—ly—kill—you!"

"Even if you calculate everything, you have to accompany me!"

After speaking, she was about to rush over.

Qi Qi Shuyun looked at An Shen Ziyang, then at the two from the Huanhua Sword Sect. An Shen Ziyang was already injured, his own Wu Gong was poor, and the other two were only second-rate.

The only one who could fight Tang He was himself.

He gripped the hilt of his blade and was about to meet her.

Suddenly, his pulse point was grabbed.

A powerful and domineering Qi poured into his body along his pulse point, instantly shattering his original Qi, traveling to his dantian, and slowly settling down.

Qi Qi Shuyun suddenly turned to look at An Shen Ziyang.

"Zen Sect of Martial Arts, Wedding Dress Divine Art."

An Shen Ziyang smiled.

"Just right, after I reached the first-rate level, it was time to pass on my power. Hero Qi, after replacing it with the foundation of the Wedding Dress Divine Art, the top-tier barrier that has stuck you for more than ten years is now a matter of course."

"Now you, dealing with a dying top-tier expert who has Gu poison and is suffering from Qi deviation, shouldn't have any problems, right?"

Qi Qi Shuyun was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"Young Master An, please rest first."

"I will take her head off!"

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The 24th year of Jiajing, August 14th.

The heads of Tang He and two first-rate evil-path experts were all pickled, packed in a bundle, and hung on An Shen Ziyang's saddle, swaying constantly with the rise and fall of the horse's hooves.

Qi Qi Shuyun had completely lost his reserve at this time, sticking tightly to An Shen Ziyang's side, asking about his well-being. It was An Shen Ziyang who looked at this burly man with disgust, constantly keeping his distance.

An Shen Ziyang's group had already left Tang County and arrived at the foot of Mount Song.

A few miles from the foot of the mountain, it was already a scene of bustling noise.

Liu Liu Chengxuan looked out.

Surrounding the foot of Mount Song, it was already densely packed with camps, and just a rough look showed there must be ten thousand people, the sound waves rolling, dust flying, and various scents constantly surging.

"So many people..."

Liu Liu Chengxuan said in astonishment.

An Shen Ziyang smiled.

"Of course, the Mount Song faction is only so big, and this time it's a gathering of all forces above the second-rate in the world, at most leaving some space for figures like Sect Leaders and elders."

"Even so, the Mount Song faction is a bit unable to hold them."

"Ordinary Ordinary Ordinary Jianghu people who haven't been invited, and the disciples who followed, can't get into the mountain gate. I estimate only one-third are here, and others have probably touched the mountain, wanting to get closer to see the excitement."

After speaking, he dismounted, reached out to grab the bundle containing the heads, and walked toward Mount Song.

"Let's go, you three."

He smiled mischievously.

"'Hero Li' is already waiting on Mount Song."

"You will see him very soon."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 277 =====