Who says there is no poison targeting the skin?

After being smashed in the face, Steward Zhang spun around, deflecting the attack, but he still couldn't understand. The poison he had given Tao Yaoye was his masterpiece. He didn't know how many cultivators had died full of resentment because of it, so how could it be ineffective?

Tao Yaoye didn't answer. After confirming that the parrot was indeed the Shang Family's young miss, she became more vigilant.

Everyone in the township knew that there was a talking Yao Bird flying around. If the Shang Family had just sent someone to look for it, they would have found the parrot. None of these later events would have happened.

The Shang Family's actions were against common sense, so there must be a problem!

In addition, the Shang Family's miss had an attitude that kept people at arm's length. It wasn't like she was trying to drive people away, but rather like she was saying that the Shang Family was in danger and urging them to leave quickly.

A lazy voice came from behind, answering for Tao Yaoye, "The Dao Seeking Sect's compulsory introductory course, Eighteen Hundred Common Poisons and Their Solutions, would you like to take a look?"

The poison that Steward Zhang was so proud of was just a joke to the Dao Seeking Sect. No matter how good you are at refining poison, can you be better than the poison refined by my Pill Cauldron Peak?

Steward Zhang suddenly turned around and found Lu Yang leaning against the door frame with an ancient sword in his arms, looking at him with a smile.

Steward Zhang understood. Tao Yaoye wasn't the prey; he was.

He asked in a deep voice, "How did you find me?"

He didn't think he had revealed any flaws. Everyone in the Shang Family was under his control, and no one had leaked any secrets.

When Shang Yuan and Lu Yang were talking in the room, he was worried that releasing his divine sense would be noticed, so he changed to eavesdropping, thus learning that Lu Yang and the other were Dao Seeking Sect disciples.

But even then, Shang Yuan hadn't revealed his identity.

Steward Zhang's hearing was very good, and even writing and drawing couldn't escape his ears.

Lu Yang smiled and said, "Do you know what the parrot said in the township?"

"What did it say?"

"It said, 'Who are you? Where is Zhang Guanjia?'"

"At first, we thought the parrot was looking for Zhang Guanjia, but then we realized it was just repeating it. At that time, I was thinking, Zhang Guanjia doesn't travel around, so where did the parrot hear this sentence?"

"Do you think it's possible that the parrot wasn't saying, 'Who are you? Where is Zhang Guanjia?', but rather, 'Who are you? Where is Steward Zhang?'"

Lu Yang imagined a scene:

Twenty days ago, the Shang Family's young miss accidentally discovered that Steward Zhang's identity had been replaced, so she asked in horror, "Who are you? Where is Steward Zhang?" Then she knocked over the bird stand, startling the parrot and causing it to fly away. This was the last sentence the parrot heard, so in the tailor shop, facing Township Chief Huang, the parrot repeated this sentence.

Perhaps the parrot's pronunciation was not standard, or perhaps Township Chief Huang's first reaction was to think of Zhang Guanjia, who he had the most contact with. In short, the parrot's sentence became, "Who are you? Where is Zhang Guanjia?".

Steward Zhang was furious. He didn't expect that it was actually that stupid bird that only repeated what it heard that had ruined his plan.

If he had known this, he should have killed it in the first place!

Steward Zhang wasn't new to the world. Facing the two people surrounding him, he laughed loudly, "As a Foundation Establishment Late Stage, if I want to escape, can you stop me?"

Tao Yaoye was a little anxious. If Steward Zhang escaped, then she would have to report to the sect and let her senior brothers and sisters handle it. Even then, it was still uncertain whether they could track him down.

This made Tao Yaoye feel a little embarrassed. She had completed two missions, but she didn't expect an accident to occur on her third mission.

Lu Yang still had that calm and unhurried look, which made Steward Zhang feel uneasy, "Have you ever thought that if you can poison us, we can't poison you?"

Steward Zhang relaxed when he heard this and said disdainfully, "I thought it was something important. Poisoning? What use is that kind of thing to me?"

As he said this, Steward Zhang's skin became loose and baggy, as if a snake was shedding its skin. The skin and flesh separated, and the shed skin was a complete human figure, standing in the center of the room, its facial features empty, staring straight at Tao Yaoye, making people feel uneasy. The body without skin fell to the ground with a thud.

Skin-Peeling Ghost.

Tao Yaoye's expression was solemn. She understood why Steward Zhang said that poisoning was useless.

Poisons have always targeted the flesh, specifically the internal organs, muscles, and meridians. Steward Zhang was a Skin-Peeling Ghost, and his main body was a piece of skin. Who would poison the skin?

Moreover, how could there be a poison specifically for the skin? At least Steward Zhang had never heard of it?

Lu Yang did.

Steward Zhang was about to show off his body when he discovered in horror that blisters the size of mung beans had grown on his feet. Layer upon layer of skin peeled off, and the blisters were swollen, painful, and itchy. They would break with a scratch, and Steward Zhang only brushed the ground a few times before yellow pus flowed out.

"This, what is this?!" There was some panic in Steward Zhang's voice.

Steward Zhang had never encountered this kind of thing before. When had he been poisoned?

"Athlete's Foot."

"What?" Steward Zhang thought he had misheard.

"Did you think I was chatting with you about everyday matters for so long? No, I was waiting for you to get sick."

"I predicted that you would come to find Tao Yaoye, so I left a poison that causes Athlete's Foot in this room in advance!"

Steward Zhang's face turned pale.

Tao Yaoye's face darkened.

Lu Yang smiled ferociously, approaching Steward Zhang step by step, startling Steward Zhang so much that he retreated again and again, falling to the ground with a thud.

"You, how did you know that I was a Skin-Peeling Ghost?!" If he hadn't known in advance that he was a Skin-Peeling Ghost, how could he have used such targeted poisoning!

The most important thing was that Steward Zhang had never heard of any Skin-Peeling Ghost getting Athlete's Foot!

Now his feet were itchy, and he was almost going crazy. He even had the idea of cutting off his feet, forcing him to devote most of his energy and Method Power to suppress the poison, making it impossible for him to escape.

Suddenly, Steward Zhang's eyes blurred, and Lu Yang actually disappeared into thin air.

"How is that possible!" Steward Zhang's eyes were about to split. Lu Yang had only just reached Foundation Establishment, so even if his movement technique was exquisite, it was impossible for him to escape his eyes.

"It's an illusion!" Steward Zhang suddenly reacted, quickly rolling to get away from the spot.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A cold light flashed, as fast as lightning. A thin line appeared, starting from Steward Zhang's forehead and ending at their crotch. Lu Yang sheathed his sword, and Steward Zhang split into two, the cut smooth as a mirror.

"Well done." Lu Yang gave Tao Yaoye a thumbs up.

Just now, Tao Yaoye used the Thousand Illusions Parasol to trap Steward Zhang in an illusion. The illusion wasn't perfect; Steward Zhang had been in the pugilistic world for many years, and could see through it after a moment of daze.

Lu Yang wanted that moment of daze. He drew his sword, made a vertical chop, and sheathed his sword, all in one go.

Skin-Peeling Ghosts are known for their weirdness, not for their defense. When they encounter the Sword Cultivator with the strongest attacks, plus that moment of daze, without circulating their energy to resist, naturally the outcome is decided in one move, without any suspense!

The Skin-Peeling Ghost's weirdness was rendered useless the moment Lu Yang recognized its identity.

The Skin-Peeling Ghost couldn't believe it, staring fixedly at Lu Yang, its mouth opening and closing, vaguely discernible that it was asking: How did you recognize my true form?

Tao Yaoye looked at Lu Yang; she also wanted to know the answer.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, and swung his sword again, cutting the Skin-Peeling Ghost into four pieces. He poured spiritual wine on it, lit it on fire, and the Skin-Peeling Ghost burned to charcoal amidst painful wails.

Who knows if this ghostly thing has any backup plans? Kill it first, then explain slowly.