Infected by Corpse Poison

Tingting looked at the sticky rice in Wencai's arms, immediately reached out to take it, and asked Uncle Nine.

"Uncle Nine, how should this sticky rice be used?"

"Tingting, take half and pour it around Qiusheng, then take the rest to boil into sticky rice water; prepare it for his bath."

"Wencai, take the money and go back to town to buy more sticky rice."

"Remember, it must be pure sticky rice; do not mix in any other grains."

Uncle Nine urged Wencai.

Hearing Uncle Nine's instructions, Tingting and Wencai immediately sprang into action.

One hurriedly poured half the sticky rice onto Qiusheng, then took the remainder and ran toward the kitchen.

The other rushed toward the rice shop in Ren Family Town without a moment's delay, running at full speed.

"Senior Brother, don't worry. With Qiusheng's current cultivation, it's just a minor case of corpse poison; he would be fine even without the sticky rice."

Four Eyes looked at the grave expression on his senior brother's face and spoke up.

"Hmph, I know he will be fine, but the necessary precautions must still be taken."

Although Uncle Nine was worried sick, he refused to admit it in the slightest.

Watching his senior brother's stubbornness, Four Eyes rolled his eyes and decided to let it be. He reached into his robes, took out a medicinal pill, and popped it into his mouth.

He then sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

Although he hadn't been infected by the corpse poison this time, Ren Weiyong had broken his God-Inviting Technique head-on, causing him significant internal injuries. If he didn't pay attention to his recovery, it could easily lead to complications.

Just as Four Eyes sat down, Qiusheng, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Cough, cough."

With a few low coughs, thick corpse miasma was expelled from his mouth.

"Damn it, I really had the worst luck this time. I actually got sprayed directly by the source corpse miasma."

Qiusheng muttered to himself with a bitter expression, opening his attribute panel as he spoke.

Character: Qiusheng (Inner Disciple of the Maoshan Sect).
Spirit Body: Earth Spirit Body (Infected with corpse poison; Earth Spirit Body temporarily suppressed).
Cultivation: Human Master (Late Stage) (To break through, must awaken the Five Elements Spirit Body).
Exorcism Points: 2200.
Daoist Arts: Talisman Making+ (Advanced), Shangqing Dongxuan Record+ (Intermediate), Maoshan Basic Martial Arts+ (Advanced), Palm Thunder (Advanced)+, Lightning Bolt Fist (Advanced)+, Feng Shui Geomancy (Entry)+, God-Inviting Technique (Beginner)+.
Lifespan: 62+).

Seeing the note behind his spirit body attribute, Qiusheng felt a sharp ache in his gums; this was truly a headache.

"Qiusheng, were you sprayed by the source corpse miasma?"

Uncle Nine saw Qiusheng wake up and, hearing his muttering, asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, but it's fine. I possess a spirit body; otherwise, I would have been turned into a zombie instantly."

Qiusheng looked toward the voice and saw Uncle Nine staring at him with a grave expression, so he replied immediately.

"Hmph, that's what you get for being so impulsive. That zombie had clearly been beaten back to its original form. If you had just stuck close behind it instead of fighting to the death, it would have fallen into your hands sooner or later. Why were you in such a rush?"

As Uncle Nine spoke, he crouched beside Qiusheng, grabbed a handful of sticky rice from the ground, and used it to draw a Zombie-Suppressing Talisman on the floor. He then pressed a palm down, forcing Qiusheng to lie flat.

"Don't move for now. I'm using the Zombie-Suppressing Talisman drawn with sticky rice to draw the corpse poison out of your body."

"Later, when Tingting finishes boiling the sticky rice water, you'll soak in it for half an hour. That should be enough to purge most of the corpse poison."

Uncle Nine tore open Qiusheng's collar, reached for the cinnabar on the altar, and drew a bright red Zombie-Suppressing Talisman on his chest.

Seeing his master place such importance on the corpse poison in his body, Qiusheng couldn't help but curl his lip.

Truth be told, although he had been sprayed by the zombie's source corpse miasma and was infected with highly concentrated poison, he hadn't been bitten directly, and the poison hadn't entered his bloodstream. It really didn't require such solemnity.

However, seeing his master's serious face, Qiusheng decided to say nothing and just watch his master's performance.

And so, as Qiusheng lay on the ground, feeling the subtle sensation of the corpse miasma being drawn out of his body, he unexpectedly fell into a state of epiphany.

As Qiusheng's mind emptied, the mana within him suddenly began to circulate on its own.

His primary cultivation technique, the Shangqing Dongxuan Record, displayed unprecedented power at this moment. In Uncle Nine's eyes, streams of spiritual energy were continuously pouring into Qiusheng's Baihui Acupoint, constantly strengthening his disciple's cultivation.

That wasn't all. As the spiritual energy poured in, Qiusheng's understanding of the Shangqing Dongxuan Record deepened, and without even using his Exorcism Points, he spontaneously elevated his mastery of the technique to the Advanced level!

This was quite unexpected. One had to know that for a practitioner of the Dao, the most difficult thing to improve was usually one's own cultivation technique.

Yet, in Qiusheng's case, it had been a constant surge of progress. Especially this time, he had broken through simply through an epiphany. Uncle Nine, who was observing the changes in his disciple from the side, couldn't help but gasp.

"This kid's comprehension is truly terrifying. Has he really cultivated the Shangqing Dongxuan Record to such a realm?"

Uncle Nine stood to the side, muttering to himself, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Good grief, Senior Brother, how exactly does this disciple of yours cultivate?"

"He has cultivated the God-Inviting Technique to a level comparable to my own, and his Lightning Bolt Fist is nearing perfection. Now, he has even mastered the profound cultivation methods of our sect. Is this what they call 'accumulating thin and releasing thick'?"

At this moment, Daoist Four Eyes had finished regulating his breath. He stood up, looked at Qiusheng before him, and could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"Indeed, Qiusheng's aptitude for cultivation is excellent. It is a pity that he is still young and cannot yet commit himself to single-minded, arduous practice."

"If not for that, in a few more years, the heavy burden of being the Maoshan Sect Leader could be placed entirely upon his shoulders. By then, even if our Senior Brother—his grand-uncle—refused to submit, I suspect he would be forcibly suppressed by this lad."

"Hah, Senior Brother? Does he even deserve to be called our Senior Brother? He is nothing but a fame-seeking, profit-driven man. If his cultivation weren't so high that we couldn't possibly defeat him, we would have purged him from the sect long ago."

Hearing his senior brother mention their Senior Brother, Daoist Four Eyes was instantly filled with resentment and began to clamor loudly.

"Enough, Junior Brother. Let us not speak any more of Senior Brother's affairs. After all, he is our senior; we must not use such language."

After Uncle Nine offered this word of comfort to his junior brother, he said no more, simply keeping a quiet vigil by Qiusheng's side to protect him.