'Fellow Daoist Please Stay' Brand Poison

"Ah! Despicable bastard, you're asking for death!"

Yuwen Ling watched as his three subordinates were so easily tricked to their deaths by Li Yang, and he flew into a frenzied rage.

He no longer bothered with divine abilities. Instead, he grabbed the Xuanhua Axe strapped to his back and charged at Li Yang with a roar.

He would... use the most brutal means to chop this vile little man into meat paste.

"Hey, you can't hit me, huh!"

After a hundred or so strikes, not a single one landed, which only fueled Yuwen Ling's already blazing fury.

To make matters worse, Li Yang taunted him with a smug, grating tone, sending Yuwen Ling into a fit of rage that nearly smoked from his seven orifices.

"Ah! Die!"

Yuwen Ling's eyes bulged, bloodshot and wild, as he decided to unleash his strongest blow.

He leaped into the air, surged his immortal power to freeze Li Yang in place, and swung his giant axe straight down at him!

Pfft!

As the smoke cleared, Yuwen Ling realized in horror that the Li Yang he had been fighting all this time was nothing but a clone.

But if this was a clone, then where was the real Li Yang?

Surely not at the Fourth...

"No, I've been tricked!"

He snapped back to reality, his face turning pale.

He had fallen for the Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain ploy.

"Fourth Young Master, wait for me!"

Realizing he had been duped, Yuwen Ling abandoned everything else and flew back toward the Fourth Young Master's location.

Moments later, he arrived at a chaotic battlefield.

The scene was a mess of massive craters, shattered rocks, and broken, burning trees.

Scattered across the battlefield and at its center lay four corpses.

Among them, one was none other than Yuan Qing.

Yuwen Ling's eyes went wide with disbelief. He swept his Immortal Sense frantically but found no trace of the Sixth Princess or Li Yang.

"No!!"

Yuwen Ling wailed in anguish, stumbling toward Yuan Qing's body, clutching it and weeping bitterly.

The Fourth... the Fourth Young Master had died under his protection!!!

And the Sixth Princess had escaped.

The mission had failed. How could he explain this to his master... "No!"

Amid his grief, Yuwen Ling suddenly remembered the most critical thing: his mission had failed, the Sixth Princess had fled, and that meant their scheme was exposed.

He wasn't afraid of the kingdom's ruler finding out, but rather the Immortal Crossing Sect.

They had plotted against the Immortal Crossing Sect and even trapped one of their True Immortals.

If the Sixth Princess hadn't escaped, it might have been manageable. But she had, and that meant their machinations were now on the sect's radar.

The consequences were beyond what they could bear.

At that thought, Yuwen Ling couldn't even afford to grieve. He hastily gathered Yuan Qing's body and flew toward the Eastern Divine Continent.

He had to bring this news back as quickly as possible and flee before the Immortal Crossing Sect reacted, or their doom would be upon them.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind him.

How to describe that voice?

It sent a chill down his spine, as if death itself was closing in.

He instinctively tried to speed up, but then felt drowsy, lightheaded, and his flight slowed.

"No, I've been poisoned!"

Realizing this, Yuwen Ling quickly pulled out a bottle of Detoxification Pills and poured them into his mouth.

But it was too late.

His movements grew sluggish, and he could no longer maintain flight. He fell from the sky, stumbling on unsteady legs, barely catching himself with his axe to avoid a humiliating collapse.

'What kind of poison is this? How is it so potent that all these detox pills are useless?'

Yuwen Ling's vision spun, and he nearly fell again as his feet faltered.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

Suddenly, the familiar voice sounded in his ears again, and a giant hammer hurtled toward his face.

Staring at that familiar axe, Yuwen Ling finally remembered whose voice it was.

"Li Yang, you beast!"

Yuwen Ling roared, staggering as he raised his massive axe to meet the incoming hammer, only to hear Li Yang's voice once more at his ear.

"Fellow Daoist, stop!"

With a sharp clang, Yuwen Ling felt a surge of chilling energy beneath his crotch, but he had no time to dodge or block—a sword cleaved him in two on the spot, immortal blood splattering across the ground.

"Ah!"

The scream shook heaven and earth, yet an Origin Immortal was still an immortal; even such grievous wounds did not kill Yuwen Ling outright.

But what followed filled him with terror. A cyan lotus-shaped flame drifted down and ignited him in an instant. Yuwen Ling discovered in horror that this fire was burning his immortal body, his immortal qi, and even his Primordial Spirit.

He had completely lost control of himself.

"W-what demonic flame is this? Li Yang, isn't your Immortal Crossing Sect a lineage of the Human Teachings? Why do you have such demonic fire?"

Yuwen Ling screamed in panic, and Li Yang's voice rang out again in his ear.

"If my Immortal Crossing Sect can produce someone like Yuan Qing, why can't it have such a flame? Besides, since when is Samadhi True Fire a demonic flame?"

What?

Yuwen Ling was stunned for only a moment before the fire rapidly engulfed his entire body.

With one final scream, Yuwen Ling was reduced to ashes.

Then, numerous 'Golden Pill' avatars appeared one by one, playing instruments, singing, and reciting Daoist scriptures. Amid the blazing flames, a full funeral and burial rite echoed through the entire space.

Once this was done, a circular rift suddenly tore open in the sky. The 'Golden Pill' avatars reverted into 'Golden Pills' and shot upward, vanishing, while the rift in the sky closed again.

In a forest on the Northern Juru Continent, Li Yang watched the several 'Golden Pill' avatars fly out of his storage pouch and chuckled lightly.

"'Fellow Daoist Please Stay' may be colorless and odorless, but it can only poison an Origin Immortal at the entry level. Compared to Senior Brother's 'Super Soft Immortal Powder,' it still needs further iteration."

He put away the 'Golden Pill' avatars, cast one last glance at the storage pouch left behind, and vanished in an instant.

The moment Li Yang disappeared, the storage pouch completely collapsed. Space around it shattered inch by inch, spatial turbulence churned, and soon the Primordial World repaired itself.

Meanwhile, inside a cave, by a campfire, Li Yang muttered to himself: "Scattering ashes still leaves matter behind, but space—space leaves nothing at all."

Beside him, Youqin Xuanya asked in surprise: "Junior Brother, what are you saying leaves nothing behind?"

Li Yang snapped back to reality and said with a hint of apology: "Senior Sister, I was just saying that we've been eating and drinking here these past few days—this Happy Water, I'm afraid, won't last much longer!"

Youqin Xuanya blushed and lowered her head. These past few days, she had drunk the most Happy Water of anyone.

But Li Yang often teased her about it, which had thickened her skin a little.

Besides, Happy Water was so delicious—she could just compensate her Junior Brother with something when they returned to the sect.

So she lifted her head again and asked Li Yang: "Junior Brother, what do you think Yuan Qing was thinking? He said he liked me, but then he wanted to control me and scheme to take my kingdom, all while claiming it was for my own good? How can people be like this?"

Li Yang took a sip of Happy Water, feeling the bubbles burst in his mouth, and smacked his lips.

"To put it simply, he just wants your body. He's despicable!"