Venerable Black Wind howled like thunder, clearly unable to accept this outcome for the moment. But facts were facts; denying them was useless.
"Pfft..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood. His bonded treasure had been destroyed, and his Primordial Spirit had suffered damage.
Yet the matter was not over. The ancients said blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone; naturally, there was some truth to those words.
His grief and fury had yet to subside on this side when, on the other, his stomach had already begun to rumble and churn.
"Is this because I drank too much wine, or because the food wasn't cooked through and I upset my stomach?" The thought flashed through his mind, but Venerable Black Wind immediately shook his head. No, I'm an immortal cultivator. How could something like that happen?
"You poisoned the wine you poured for me just now?"
Venerable Black Wind finally guessed the answer. At this moment, the expression on his face was marvelous to the extreme—shock, bewilderment, confusion, and of course, even more anger.
"Why?"
No wonder he was puzzled. The other party's strength was terrifyingly formidable; he could destroy Venerable Black Wind's unique weapon barehanded. By common sense, he had no reason to poison him. After all, since he could defeat him openly and aboveboard, why bother with such a low, underhanded trick?
Even in the mundane martial world, poisoning was looked down upon, let alone among immortal cultivators.
"Idiot!"
Lin Xuan's cold voice entered his ears. It seemed this fellow really did regard himself as some heroic wanderer of the jianghu. True, poison was rarely used in battles between immortal cultivators, but in the final analysis, that was not because they did not want to—it was because they could not, because they had no