Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 110 - 109: Xian Di’s Poison (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 110: Chapter 109: Xian Di’s Poison (Please Subscribe)

Shen Ying was gone, having passed away peacefully.

She was buried beneath the plum tree at the Yuzhu Villa, in a pit inadvertently left by the Murong brothers while searching for liquor, which they had never bothered to fill in.

The coffin was readily available, as was the pit, which saved the Murong brothers some effort.

Before being buried, Shen Ying had instructed that if she were to be exhumed, Duan Yun was to be the one to open the coffin.

The Murong brothers asked, "Why?"

After asking, they immediately regretted it, for Shen Ying’s reply indeed made them feel rather upset.

"Last time I opened the coffin, I found his presence quite agreeable. I wish to wake up to a pleasing sight again."

Feeling as though they had just been force-fed dog food, the Murong brothers cursed and stomped on the dirt a few times to pack the burial ground firmly before leaving.

In fact, Shen Ying didn’t want to "hibernate" so soon; her conversation with the Murong brothers was actually an indication that she wanted to follow Duan Yun.

However, she discovered that Duan Yun did not invite her, and she couldn’t just shamelessly tag along.

Moreover, she happened to be in the "Winter Silkworm" stage, so she chose to be buried.

Her previous cultivation of the Nine Death Silkworm had been interrupted by Duan Yun while submerged underwater, which caused some issues, so she took this opportunity to make amends.

Duan Yun left, Shen Ying was buried, the Murong brothers also left, and even the grey donkey was ridden away by Duan Yun.

Thus, Yuzhu Villa once again became a deserted estate that no one inquired about.

When the "traitor" Golden Snub-nosed Monkey came with a stack of apples to visit them, it didn’t find a single hair.

After waiting for a while longer, the monkey felt that it wouldn’t be seeing the residents of the villa anytime soon, so it had no choice but to rush back to relay the message.

In the deserted Yuzhu Villa, soon two figures arrived.

One was very tall and stout with bright eyes, resembling a great ape, the other had a long, red, fleshy lump on top of their head, looking quite terrifying.

These two were, of course, Monkey Face and Chicken.

Monkey Wuya caressed the Golden Snub-nosed Monkey’s head gently, yet the monkey trembled in fear.

The next moment, a ghastly scream of a monkey was heard.

Monkey Wuya had already inserted a thin tube into the Golden Snub-nosed Monkey’s head and took a sip.

After that, he withdrew the tube and while caressing the monkey’s wound, said, "Go find Old Demon Duan, it’ll be more than just a sip if you can’t."

The Golden Snub-nosed Monkey scurried out of the yard, and soon, more jumping figures appeared in the forest...

Duan Yun rode Little Grey at a leisurely pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

Gazing at the clouds on the horizon, he felt once again the sense of being on the road.

It was a pleasing sensation, especially since he wore a conical hat, with a long sword and saber on his back, he now looked even more like a young wanderer than when he left Lishui City.

It had been quite a while since the young hero engaged in chivalrous deeds since the battle at the graveyard.

He had rested long enough; there were still so many evil demons in the Martial World waiting for him to slay, and he could not afford to be slack!

The young hero’s sense of purpose rose anew.

His primary target this time was naturally to kill pigs.

The information about Pig Face, which he had acquired at great expense, turned out to be quite mundane.

Pig Face, Zhu Heimian, had not taken any action after announcing his intentions to torment him beyond recognition and stayed within his Zhu Yan Manor.

Zhu Yan Manor was located in the north, at the border between Yun State and Yu State.

Duan Yun did not know how long it would take him to arrive; that would depend on whether the guide had a conscience or not.

The further north he went, the steeper the mountains became.

On this day, Duan Yun was riding Little Grey on a narrow mountain path, with one side being a steep cliff that even monkeys would find difficult to climb, and the other side a deep ravine.

A pebble rolled down the path, disappearing into the sea of clouds below the cliff without a sound of impact.

It was nearing dusk at this time, dark clouds loomed, and gusts of mountain wind blew, occasionally carrying the cries of monkeys, eerie like the wailing of ghosts.

With no villages or inns ahead or behind, Duan Yun found it difficult to find a place to rest.

Although he was accustomed to sleeping in the wilderness, having spent about half of the past seven or eight days doing so, this area was particularly challenging—it always felt like one could be blown off the cliff by the strong winds.

Suddenly, Little Grey stumbled and nearly sent both the rider and the donkey tumbling down the cliff.

Duan Yun had no choice but to dismount and lead the donkey by hand.

Darkness quickly descended.

There were no stars or moon that night, and fog rose, leaving Duan Yun to lead the grey donkey step by precarious step along the treacherous path.

In the night, the mountain seemed full of spectral creatures, with wild trees growing on the cliffside, their branches gnarled like ghostly claws.

Deep into the night, some stretches of the path were so black one could not see their own hand before their eyes, leaving one with the eerie feeling that terrifying creatures lurked all around.

Suddenly, Duan Yun saw a glimmer of light.

The flicker of light lay not far ahead, like a swaying lantern.

Where there was a lantern, there were people. His water skin had run dry in the afternoon, and although this was nothing for someone with his level of cultivation, he still desired to eat and drink his fill and to relax.

The young hero was human after all, and he needed to eat and sleep as well.

Duan Yun quickened his pace, heading towards the lantern.

The lantern was red, and as he got closer, it looked like the eye of a demon in the mountains, somewhat eerie.

By this time, Duan Yun could hear voices.

"Sons of turtles, hurry it up!"

"Boss man, where’s my food?"

"Drink up, let’s go!"

...

From here, one could see not just one lantern but a series of lanterns forming a line along the mountain wall.

A night market had appeared in this sinister, frightening mountain with many people inside?

With no villages ahead or behind, where did all these people come from?

There must be other paths in the nocturnal forest, just not visible to the eye.

But this place is really bustling.

What Duan Yun found novel was that the path here wasn’t much wider, just enough for a carriage to pass, yet it somehow accommodated so many people and shops.

This was all thanks to the many bamboo poles inserted on the side of the road’s cliff face.

These bamboos, arranged together though not tightly packed, formed a certain space.

Quite a few people were lying on these bamboo beds, casually covered with a blanket, snoring heavily in their sleep.

You must know that beneath the bamboos lies a bottomless cliff—if someone were to be restless in their sleep, they’d likely tumble down to their death.

Yet these people sleep so soundly as if they were long accustomed to this peril.

At this time, new travelers were arriving on the path.

One was a fat man, sitting on a bamboo palanquin carried by two bearers, leisurely coming up the steep mountain road from below.

Up ahead, an inn appeared.

This inn too sat upon bamboo scaffolding, looking very unsteady as if it could tumble down the cliff at any moment.

But no one minded it, and on this late night, the small inn managed to seat several tables of patrons.

From here, Duan Yun could see a cook wrapped in a bandana, stir-frying dishes vigorously inside.

Duan Yun tied Little Grey to the side and strode directly into the inn.

"Drink up, drink up, come on!"

"Stop that nonsense, if you don’t drink then you’re not brotherly, I’ll bed you right here, right now!"

...

Zhu Yan Manor lies on the border between Yun State and Yu State, and judging from the steep mountain terrain and the dialect of the locals, this Yu State seems to have some similarities to the former world’s Sichuan.

The small inn had seven tables, with one empty, so Duan Yun sat down.

The voices inside were quite loud, especially the one urging others to drink.

Duan Yun noticed that patrons at two tables were wearing deerskin gloves on one hand.

Wearing deerskin gloves only on one hand, based on the shallow information Duan Yun had gathered on the road, should be the people from the Tang Sect.

Tang Sect, located in Yu State, had disciples who were very tough to mess with in the vicinity.

All because they had both money and poison.

Tang Sect’s hidden weapons and poisons were famous throughout the world, and those wearing deerskin gloves did so to facilitate the use of poisoned hidden weapons.

The poison of the Tang Sect acts too swiftly, sometimes even if one has the antidote on them, they’d be overcome before they could take it, thus they have to be extra careful themselves.

It’s said that once a Tang Sect master accidentally wiped his mouth with a handkerchief smeared with poison and ended up poisoning himself to death.

It must be said, just wearing those deerskin gloves exudes a strong oppressive aura.

After Duan Yun’s entrance, some people glanced over but then looked away.

Duan Yun’s attire was that of a standard hero of the Martial World, and the fact that he carried both a sword and a knife indicated that he was skilled.

Not everyone could master both a sword and a knife.

By this time, Duan Yun was truly hungry.

He looked to the adjacent table and said, "Hey, server, I’ll have what they’re having."

"Alright."

The food and drink were served quickly. The dish was a mixed hotchpotch in red oil, a typical fare of Yu State, with pork intestine, pig’s blood, pork liver, and pork meat all mixed in vivid red seasoning—it’s rough but satisfying to eat.

The wine came in bamboo tubes, just poured out when wanted to drink, carrying a fresh scent of bamboo leaves.

Duan Yun had been on the road for so long and was famished, so he dug in without hesitation.

However, during the meal, he was still careful to test for poison.

For someone in the Martial World, who had cultivated a pure flow of True Qi like his, testing for poison was much simpler than for ordinary Martial World travelers—just observe whether the True Qi flowed smoothly.

So far, so good.

He then ate and drank with relief.

Huh...

A gust of mountain wind blew in, causing the lanterns at the entrance of the inn to sway, and even the mist from the cliffs poured into the room, making the place momentarily hazy.

Suddenly, a Tang Sect disciple stood up and exclaimed, "This is bad, the wine is poisoned!"

With a thud, he collapsed.

Thud, thud, thud!

Soon after, many in the room fell.

Duan Yun too sensed that his True Qi suddenly became turbulent, as if it had exploded.

His True Qi was robust enough to keep him upright despite the poison, but he also chose to "fit in" with the crowd and collapsed.

Beneath the table, the wine he had drunk was now seeping out through his fingers.

"How can this be!"

One of the Tang Sect disciples struggled, trying to get up.

Indeed, the poison arts of the Tang Sect are world-renowned, and since childhood, Tang Sect disciples basically grew up among poisons. They need not taste to know if there was poison; they could tell just by looking.

But at this moment, the dozen people of the Tang Sect had been poisoned.

The wind outside grew stronger, and a sultry laugh of a woman came through—"Ordinary poisons can’t touch you, but our Holy Fairy’s Xian Di’s Water is colorless, tasteless, and even carries a natural fragrance. Even you poisoners wouldn’t be able to detect it."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Tang Sect members turned deathly pale.

"Xian Di’s Water, Red House fairy!"

Out of the swirling mist, three Red Building Women descended, looking truly like fairies fallen from the heavens.

"Red House Mad Woman."

At this moment, Duan Yun lying under the table had an excited change in expression.

Ah, Young Hero I, at last, found a target for my full-powered Flirtatious Finger Strength!

But what exactly is this Xian Di’s Water?

A poison?

A poison that even the Tang Sect experts could not detect?

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