Sucking Out the Toxins

"Damn it!"

Fang Mu angrily beat the Green Snake he was holding.

This bastard actually harbored rebellious intentions. Although he did not know how Fang Jing had protected herself and successfully contracted the Green Snake,

Fang Mu felt that he had been too careless and had almost harmed Fang Jing.

Xixi was too timid and unreliable, so Fang Mu had wanted to find Fang Jing a protective talisman, but he had almost made things worse and harmed her instead.

Thus, Fang Mu flew into a rage and landed blow after blow, pounding the Green Snake until its scales split and its flesh tore, leaving it on the verge of death.

The Green Snake ultimately transformed into a streak of azure light and merged into the contract rune on Fang Jing's arm, not daring to appear again.

This time, the Green Snake had been scared witless. After Fang Mu had beaten it black and blue, it still did not dare harbor the slightest resentment.

It had seen something terrifying and no longer dared show the slightest disrespect. After being beaten by Fang Mu, it instead felt much more at ease.

With a trembling, terrified heart, the Green Snake fell into a deep sleep.

Watching the Green Snake disappear, Fang Mu cursed under his breath and finally stopped.

He felt that whenever he had the time, he should beat the Green Snake once, making it remember its place so it would not run wild or plot anything malicious again.

Carrying the unconscious Fang Jing on his back, Fang Mu controlled the Demon Vine to wrap around her and secure her in place.

After walking out of the dark corner, Fang Mu discovered some bloodstains on the ground. Clearly, the wild beast that had ambushed them earlier was either dead or seriously wounded.

He ignored it. The most urgent matter was finding Wen Xuan and the others.

Under the Black Pupil's pupil technique, he could see wisps of blood energy drifting through the air.

Following the wisps of blood energy that were nearly invisible to the naked eye, Fang Mu arrived at a dark stone wall.

There were many rotten, splintered wooden planks on the ground by the stone wall. Beneath one broad plank was a hollow-sounding stone brick.

Fang Mu pushed the stone brick aside and discovered a cellar underneath.

Those faint wisps of escaping blood energy were drifting out from inside the cellar.

Fang Mu flashed into the cellar, only to suddenly come under attack.

Several sounds tore through the air as streaks of sword light howled past. Fang Mu was so startled that he hurriedly activated Extreme Wind Speed to dodge.

"Friendlies! Don't attack!" Fang Mu dodged several hidden weapons and shouted.

"Fang Mu?" An incredulous voice filled with surprise rang out.

"It's me!" Fang Mu recognized Qi Zhu's voice and hurriedly replied, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

As light blossomed, Wen Xuan took out a fire starter and illuminated the surroundings.

Fang Mu discovered that only Wen Xuan and Qi Zhu were inside the cellar. Beside them lay two corpses, along with several snake corpses hacked into multiple pieces.

"You've been poisoned?"

Fang Mu came to Wen Xuan's side. Seeing that Wen Xuan's face was somewhat purplish, he asked in surprise.

Wen Xuan pulled up his trouser leg, and Fang Mu saw that his leg had actually turned black.

"Shamefully, I was ambushed and bitten by a venomous snake. If Qi Zhu hadn't protected me, I might have lost my life."

Listening to Wen Xuan's sigh, Fang Mu realized that the poison in him seemed quite deep and severe.

Qi Zhu's face was somewhat pale as well, and she seemed to have expended a great deal of Vital Energy and physical strength.

With no time to ask further questions, Fang Mu took out a low-grade Essence Blood Pill and handed it to Wen Xuan.

He then drew the dagger at his waist and directly opened a wound on Wen Xuan to let the blood out.

"Hiss!" Wen Xuan sucked in a cold breath and hurriedly swallowed the pill.

Fang Mu did not find Wen Xuan's trust particularly surprising.

Wen Xuan was a clever man. He knew that if Fang Mu wanted to harm him, he only needed to ignore him. Wen Xuan would not last much longer before the poison flared up.

Wen Xuan was extremely surprised by Fang Mu's pill because its effects were astonishingly good. It definitely had not come from the County Office.

"The pill is good, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. That venomous snake was too troublesome. Even letting the blood out is useless—the poison has already invaded my body."

"If letting the blood out is useless, then I'll suck it out."

"What the hell?"

Wen Xuan stared dumbfounded as Fang Mu lifted his leg, bent down over it, and directly sucked out the poisoned blood.

"Fang Mu! Have you gone mad?" Qi Zhu cried out in alarm, startled, thinking, You two aren't close enough for this, are you?

"Uh, Fang Mu, if you poison yourself to death, I'm not going to owe you anything."

Although Wen Xuan was somewhat moved, he also found it awkward and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Fang Mu's face was very dark—not because the poison was flaring up, but because he had noticed the strange, disgusted look in Wen Xuan's eyes and felt irritated.

It was not that he had any peculiar hobbies. It was simply that the little Xixi possessed the ability to detoxify poison.

But in order not to expose it, Fang Mu had no choice but to resort to this.

Of course, without a benefit, Fang Mu would not have been so eager to help.

Although Wen Xuan's blood contained poison, it also contained a powerful energy.

If he could absorb this energy, it would definitely strengthen him.

Fang Mu had a feeling that once he absorbed and refined this energy, his physical body might improve further.

As for the Demon Core in his dantian, it had been constantly radiating energy during this period, pouring into his body and imperceptibly strengthening his physical body.

Thus, Fang Mu did not need to worry about it. Instead, he felt that if he could obtain a few more Demon Cores,

wouldn't his physical body grow rapidly every day, like a rocket taking off, without him needing to cultivate at all?

"Fang Mu! Stop sucking! You'll be poisoned to death if you keep going!"

Qi Zhu dragged him with all her might, bringing Fang Mu back to his senses.

Seeing the worry filling Qi Zhu's face, and the ill intent with which she looked at the arm he had wrapped around Wen Xuan, Fang Mu suspected that she was about to bite him.

Fang Mu hurriedly let go and exclaimed, "Don't make a fuss! My constitution is somewhat special and can detoxify poison, so sucking out the toxins won't hurt me."

Fang Mu's shout startled Qi Zhu. She really had been about to bite him.

"Really? You can detoxify poison?"

"Obviously. If I couldn't detoxify poison, why would I suck it out? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Uh..."

"..."

Wen Xuan was speechless as well. The small flutter of emotion in his heart instantly vanished without a trace.

However, he also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking, Thank goodness, thank goodness. Fang Mu is still straight, not bent. Otherwise, I'd have to consider whether I should continue being friends with him.

Ignoring Wen Xuan and Qi Zhu, Fang Mu continued sucking out the toxins.

At this moment, he was experiencing both pain and pleasure. After those toxins entered his body, they began spreading and infecting his blood and vital energy.

Streaks of light from Xixi surged into his body. After enveloping the toxins, they absorbed and refined them.

Once the toxins were stripped away, the remaining streams of pure energy were foreign, aberrant energy, completely different from the Vital Energy within Fang Mu's body.

Before those energies could rampage through Fang Mu's body, the Demon Core absorbed them, transformed them into gentle medicinal power, and merged them into his limbs and bones.

As time passed, a massive amount of energy was refined and absorbed, and Fang Mu could feel his physical body rapidly improving and growing stronger.

His physical body became even stronger. Much of the energy merged into his body without being fully absorbed, leaving quite a lot accumulated inside him.

Wen Xuan's cultivation was only around the third or fourth rank of a martial artist, yet his blood could contain such a tremendous amount of energy.

Fang Mu could sense that Wen Xuan's physical body seemed no weaker than his own, which left him deeply astonished.

Fang Mu was a body cultivator, after all. He had no idea how many pills he had swallowed to achieve his current physical strength.

Yet Wen Xuan clearly was not a body cultivator, but he still possessed such a formidable physical body. It seemed that he, too, had quite a few secrets.