Scorpion's Flying Blade

When Li Shuidao heard the words "Dragon Spring Pool," he became very interested, though he kept a calm expression.

His Companion was a Jade Toad.

His first Spiritual Power was Toad Poison, and his second was the Water Breath Technique.

Li Shuidao hadn't cultivated the Water Breath Technique; instead, he had directly awakened a hidden Spiritual Power: the Wind Catching Eye.

According to miscellaneous records, once cultivators from the Five Poisons Sect reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm and generated Magical Power within their bodies, they would stop training their Spiritual Powers and focus solely on cultivating Daoist magic.

However, while Spiritual Powers might not be as versatile as Daoist magic, they could accompany a cultivator for their entire life.

Li Shuidao estimated it would take him at least another year or two to advance to the mid-stage of the Spirit Channeling Realm. During this time, he could also try to awaken the Water Breath Technique, as the saying goes, "More skills won't weigh you down."

It was just that he had been disguising his Companion as a Gecko all along. If he were to spend all day practicing the Water Breath Technique in the water, it really wouldn't be appropriate.

"Is the Dragon Spring Pool deep?" Li Shuidao suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question, leaving Wang Tiankun completely bewildered.

He could only reply truthfully, "The Dragon Spring Pool is a deep pool, bottomless."

"What about the surrounding environment?" Li Shuidao continued to ask with great interest.

"The environment is serene, with flowing water and a beautiful view," Wang Tiankun described.

"Is it hidden?" Li Shuidao pressed on.

"This..." Wang Tiankun was momentarily unsure how to answer. After his eyes darted around for a few moments, he finally said, "It's reasonably hidden."

Seeing Wang Tiankun's eyes darting around, Li Shuidao frowned, his guard rising. With a smile, he said, "You said Senior Sister is waiting for us at the Dragon Spring Pool?"

"Yes?" Wang Tiankun nodded.

"Oh... then why aren't you taking me there?"

"Yes, yes, yes... I'll take you right now." Wang Tiankun's face lit up with joy as he turned to lead the way, with Li Shuidao following at a leisurely pace.

As Wang Tiankun led the way, he glanced back at Li Shuidao. Seeing him following, he began to walk faster and faster.

"Junior Brother, the Dragon Spring Pool is just ahead. We'll be there after one more turn," Wang Tiankun said, then turned his head again, only to find that Li Shuidao, who had been following behind him, had suddenly disappeared.

"Junior Brother?"

"Junior Brother, where did you go?" Wang Tiankun shouted loudly.

The mountain path was empty.

At that moment, a person walked from the end of the road, it was Wang Xuanfeng.

"Cousin, Li Shuidao is gone! He didn't follow?" Wang Tiankun asked in a panic.

"I've been following behind! He hid in the woods, chase him!" Wang Xuanfeng rushed into the woods and indeed saw a fleeing figure.

Judging by the build, it was Li Shuidao.

"Cousin, you must kill him. Otherwise, if he goes back and complains, I'll lose my Companion," Wang Tiankun followed closely, his eyes filled with malice.

"Don't worry, he will surely die today!" Wang Xuanfeng moved like a leopard, rapidly closing in on Li Shuidao. He then threw a hidden weapon, a Flying Knife, directly at Li Shuidao's back.

Hearing the wind whistling behind him.

Li Shuidao, who was fleeing for his life, glanced back. The trajectory of the Flying Knife entered his sight.

Wind Catching Eye, dynamic vision.

The faster the projectile, the clearer he could see.

If he continued to run forward, he would inevitably be hit in the back by this knife. So, he shifted his feet slightly. At the same time, his body moved by a mere three inches.

Pfft~

The Flying Knife missed its mark and embedded itself in the trunk of a tree.

Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh...

Several more hidden weapons broke through the air.

These Flying Knives were all poisoned and possessed immense power, capable of killing with a single drop of blood.

However, all these Flying Knives missed, not a single one hitting Li Shuidao.

Every shot missed!

This completely baffled Wang Xuanfeng, who had practiced the art of Flying Knives for three years.

Wang Xuanfeng: Are my Flying Blade skills that bad?

Just as Wang Xuanfeng was eager to prove himself, Li Shuidao, who had been fleeing ahead, suddenly turned around. He held a gleaming, three-foot-long sword, its sharp tip pointed directly at him.

Why did he stop running?

Wang Xuanfeng saw a swift river behind Li Shuidao.

This was the reason he stopped running!

A desperate counterattack, a cornered beast's struggle.

The corners of Wang Xuanfeng's mouth curled into a sinister smile, no longer hiding his smugness.

"Let's see how you escape?" Wang Xuanfeng sneered. Suddenly, he seized an opportunity, raised his hand, and threw a Flying Knife. The knife flashed with a cold light, speeding rapidly towards Li Shuidao.

Li Shuidao's gaze sharpened. He gripped his sword with both hands, as if holding onto his very life.

Wind Catching Eye, dynamic vision.

Li Shuidao accurately judged the trajectory of the Flying Knives.

The long sword in his hand seemed to move, yet it also seemed not to.

Clang!

The long sword precisely blocked a Flying Knife.

"Impossible!"

Enraged, Wang Xuanfeng directly pulled out eight Flying Knives from his person.

Li Shuidao's eyes narrowed at the sight.

With the Wind Catching Eye, he could easily swat down even the fastest Flying Knives.

But if eight Flying Knives were thrown at him simultaneously, while his eyes could track them, his sword might not be able to block them all.

After all, he was wielding a heavy long sword, not a Bamboo Sword.

A Bamboo Sword was light enough, but Metal breaks Wood. It was impossible to block Flying Knives made of metal with it, unless it was a higher grade.

A sword like nature, nature becomes a sword. Calm your heart and mind, guide the sword with your intent, attack the enemy invisibly...

At the brink of life and death, Li Shuidao repeatedly muttered four words: Unity of Intent.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The eight Flying Knives slashed towards Li Shuidao like flowing water. Li Shuidao, holding an Azure Steel Treasure Sword, swung his sword to defend. Clang, clang, clang, sparks flew.

He managed to block three of the eight Flying Knives. These were the three most lethal ones, enough to pierce through his body. The other Flying Knives tore through his clothes and grazed his skin.

He blocked all eight Flying Knives thrown at once with the smallest possible movements, the price being poisoning.

Scorpion Venom!

Scorpion Venom corresponds to Metal Poison. Li Shuidao, influenced by his Toad Companion, had a Water Element poison constitution.

In the Five Elements, Metal generates Water. Therefore, even though his skin was grazed and he was poisoned by Scorpion Venom, he was actually unharmed.

"Hahahaha..." Seeing that Li Shuidao's skin had been cut by his Flying Knives and he was surely poisoned.

Wang Xuanfeng felt victory was within his grasp. He reached for his waist again, only to find he had run out of Flying Knives.

Wang Xuanfeng was only in the early stage of the Spirit Channeling Mirror and did not yet possess Magical Power. Without Magical Power, he could not use storage equipment. The dozen or so Flying Knives he carried with him were all gone.

Since that was the case, he simply drew the curved saber at his waist for close combat. Now that Li Shuidao was deeply poisoned and staggering, Wang Xuanfeng felt he only needed one strike to lop off his head, take the Gecko Companion, and allow his Golden Scorpion Companion to advance to Grade 1 Mid-rank. He would also gain Magical Power and his strength would greatly increase.

"Die!" Wang Xuanfeng leaped forward, swinging his saber. He jumped high into the air.

Although Li Shuidao still held his long sword, his body swayed as if he were drunk.

This was the effect of the poison!

Squelch!

Li Shuidao, who was supposed to be poisoned, suddenly thrust his sword into Wang Xuanfeng's right wrist, the one holding the saber.

He could have killed Wang Xuanfeng with a thrust, but he would have certainly lost his head to the curved saber.

Li Shuidao naturally did not want a mutual kill, so he stabbed the wrist.

"Ah!" Wang Xuanfeng cried out in pain, and the gleaming curved saber fell from his hand.

However, Li Shuidao did not stop. He pulled the sword downwards along the pierced wrist. The sharp blade sliced through the muscle on his arm, following the gaps between the bones, and directly cut towards the joint connecting his right arm. This strike almost severed his arm.