"..." Jiu Ying gave a dry laugh. "It's called the Shadow Wei Skill?"
"I thought it was because of Mother." Wei He was speechless. "Forget it. I'll do it."
He flipped through the contents of the scroll and pondered for a moment.
"This technique chooses neither bone structure nor comprehension, looking only at endurance and willpower. Its main purpose is to strengthen one's vitality and physique, making one immune to all poisons. It is truly the proper path to guarding Dharma and defending the Way, free of sickness and disaster."
"I think we should call it the Righteous Law Art."
"A fine name!" Jiu Ying nodded in praise. "Use evil to support righteousness, and let righteousness be the law."
"The Righteous Law Art takes nine systems of basic poisons as its foundation, firmly establishing the poisonous principles of nine different directions. Then one begins using Jin force to fuse the poisons, cycling through them step by step to improve. By my estimate, the stronger the poisons fused later on, the stronger one's own physique and vitality will become."
"How far can it reach?" Wei He asked.
"I don't know, but it will definitely far surpass ordinary martial masters," Jiu Ying said decisively.
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly, crisp knocking came from outside the door.
Wei He's expression sharpened. This was deep within Black House Mountain, surrounded everywhere by poisonous miasma. How could anyone have reached this place so easily?
"No need to be nervous." Jiu Ying smiled, stepped forward, and opened the door.
A small emerald-green bird with a pointed beak flew in from outside. Its head was gray, and there was a streak of black on its tail. It was clearly a woodpecker.
"This is Little Cui, a local resident of Black House Mountain whom I recently treated. Its sense