The Imperial Preceptor stood amid the ruins, his clothes tattered, his hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched. He had already been seriously injured, and now he had also been poisoned. His formidable cultivation had been almost entirely crippled.
Trembling, he pulled out a Detoxification Talisman and barely gathered enough strength to slap it onto himself. Spiritual light flashed from the talisman as it entered his body, but the Imperial Preceptor discovered that it was completely useless against the Centipede Poison.
The Golden Cymbals Dharma King was a Four-Calamity Demon Cultivator. Centipede Poison was his strongest method—how could it be so easily neutralized?
The Imperial Preceptor gritted his teeth, his gaze dark as he considered how to save himself. Just then, a figure flew over from afar and landed not far from him. It was an elderly Daoist in a splendid robe, with grizzled hair and a kindly face. The Imperial Preceptor could sense that this man possessed Nascent Soul cultivation.
The Imperial Preceptor felt slightly tense. His cultivation was gone at the moment. Could this Old Daoist be here to take advantage of his misfortune?
"Who are you?" the Imperial Preceptor asked in a low voice.
The Old Daoist looked at the Imperial Preceptor, then at the surrounding ruins and the ashes left behind by the Golden Cymbals Dharma King in the distance.
He cupped his hands toward the Imperial Preceptor. "This Old Daoist is Jiang Chengzi, from the Kunlun Mountains. I have been traveling in the capital these past few days. You must be the Imperial Preceptor, sir?"
The Imperial Preceptor forced himself to nod. "Correct. I am the current Imperial Preceptor."
"Were you attacked by a demon? You are seriously injured—and you have also been poisoned." Jiang Chengzi looked at him in surprise.
The Imperial Preceptor watched Jiang Chengzi