Should We Get Our Stories Straight First?

Tang San had not pursued the matter further only because he felt it was not yet time to settle the score. Still, he had already committed it to memory.

As for using Hidden Weapons to defeat Zhao Wuji, Tang San might have been tempted before Shi Yang spoke up, but now he had completely abandoned the idea.

He would still follow Chu Zhao's arrangement and drag things out.

Though they had not launched an attack, Zhao Wuji was not about to stand there and let them off so easily. He attacked them again.

"Up we go."

Tang San held Xiao Wu while using Blue Silver Grass to carry Shi Yang. Chu Zhao grabbed Zhu Zhuqing in one hand and Ning Rongrong in the other, and all of them dodged Zhao Wuji's soul skill attack.

It was then that Tang San keenly noticed that Zhao Wuji's attacks were not as powerful as before. The effects of his soul skills had weakened considerably without anyone noticing.

Zhao Wuji naturally noticed as well. He covered the wound on his abdomen and felt his sluggish Soul Power, his expression turning extremely ugly.

"I really was careless. A dignified Soul Saint was injured like this by a little girl. Your martial soul is actually poisonous too. This definitely isn't an ordinary Scythe martial soul."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's words and actions, everyone looked at Chu Zhao in surprise.

"You could say it's poisonous. Look, there's only a quarter of the incense left. It won't be long now. How about we shake hands and make peace?"

Chu Zhao smiled faintly without explaining too clearly.

What had injured Zhao Wuji and restricted his strength was not exactly poison.

It was merely the Death Qi inherent in the Death God Scythe martial soul. Once the martial soul broke through someone's skin, the Death Qi would cling to them like gangrene in the bone, lingering without dispersing as it gradually wore away the vitality in their body and sent them to meet the Death God.

Since Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint and Chu Zhao's strength was still far below his, the Death Qi could not affect Zhao Wuji too much for the time being.

But if it were someone weaker than Chu Zhao, they would meet the Death God within a day.

"That's a nice thought, little girl, but—"

Zhao Wuji demonstrated his rejection of Chu Zhao's proposal through his actions, throwing a heavy punch at her.

After swiftly dodging the attack, Chu Zhao smiled and teased, "Does this count as a sneak attack? That's hardly Martial Morality!"

Yet as she spoke, the Flying Sky God Claw on her arm shot out, hooked onto a large boulder in the distance, and sent that boulder flying toward Zhao Wuji.

"You're pretty fast, little girl. And quite strong too."

After shattering the boulder with one punch, Zhao Wuji waved away the dust drifting through the air. Seeing that little incense remained, he decided to use a powerful move to keep them there. Otherwise, what would it look like if a Soul Saint could not defeat a few children?

But the moment he circulated his Soul Power, he realized something was wrong.

"You poisoned me again???"

Zhao Wuji's face went completely dark. He had never expected such a method. If he had known, he would have emphasized beforehand that they were not allowed to use anything other than martial souls and soul skills.

This time, he had truly fallen for it.

His dignity was truly gone.

"What are you talking about? I only poisoned you once, and you inhaled it yourself."

"That boulder just now?" Zhao Wuji's face darkened even further.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his entire body toppled forward, and he began snoring soundly.

"Teacher Zhao! What happened to Teacher Zhao? What did you poison him wi—"

Dai Mubai ran over anxiously to check on Zhao Wuji while questioning Chu Zhao. But halfway through his words, he abruptly stopped.

Because he heard snoring.

It was coming from Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground.

Dai Mubai's expression became extremely complicated and somewhat speechless. What kind of test was this, with the examiner falling asleep halfway through?

The others were equally speechless. For a moment, they did not know what to say to Chu Zhao, who had created this situation.

"This is Datura Flower pollen? The effect seems much stronger than normal?"

Tang San, who was very interested in poisons, stepped forward to inspect Zhao Wuji and quickly determined what he had been drugged with.

As he spoke, Tang San reassured the somewhat anxious Dai Mubai. "Datura Flower pollen is not poisonous. It only makes people sleep soundly and numbs their sense of pain."

"Good guess. It's enhanced Datura Flower pollen. I was worried it might not work just now, so I used a generous dose. He'll probably need to sleep for two or three days before waking up?"

Chu Zhao also checked Zhao Wuji's condition and quickly came to that conclusion.

The Datura Flower from which the pollen had been collected had been planted by her own hand and grown under her careful care. Enhanced by the Seed of Life martial soul, its medicinal effects had been concentrated countless times over, making it unbelievably effective.

"Two or three days? That long?"

Dai Mubai was stunned. He had not expected the harmless-looking Chu Zhao to be so formidable, silently taking down a Soul Saint.

"So how does the fourth trial count now?"

Xiao Wu looked at the tiny bit of incense remaining. That was what she cared about more.

"It can only count as your passing. After all, if you rushed him together right now and each gave Teacher Zhao one stab, you could finish him off."

Dai Mubai was still somewhat frightened. Zhao Wuji's sudden collapse had shaken him too deeply.

"How about you find a way to wake Teacher Zhao up first?"

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San and Chu Zhao. Only once Zhao Wuji woke up could his startled little heart be soothed.

"If it were ordinary Datura Flower pollen, I could undo its effects. But this is far too potent, so I'm helpless as well. We can only count on Zhao Zhao. Zhao Zhao? Zhao Zhao?"

Tang San called twice before Chu Zhao finally came back to her senses. She felt a little speechless right now.

Because the moment Zhao Wuji fell asleep, the Death God Cultivation System in her mind had sounded.

Congratulations, Host, for successfully unlocking the "Defeat a Soul Saint" achievement. Reward obtained: one ultimate Soul Douluo-level strike, usable at any time.

This counted as defeating a Soul Saint?

Chu Zhao stared at the soundly sleeping Zhao Wuji and fell into thought.

She truly did not understand the system.

What she understood even less came afterward. Before long, her Farming and Wellness System joined in the commotion as well.

Temporary Mission: Respecting teachers, respecting the elderly, and caring for the young are traditional virtues. Please use the Longevity Art to heal and awaken Teacher Zhao Wuji as soon as possible, ensuring the teacher's health.

Mission Reward: One-time Impeccable Aura (can block one fatal injury and ignores the opponent's Soul Power Level.)

Was this system playing with her?

One system had rewarded her for knocking Zhao Wuji down, and then another immediately told her to hurry up and save him.

Could these two not get their stories straight first?

What if next time one told her to kill someone while the other told her to save them? That would be amusing.

"Zhao Zhao, see if you can wake Teacher Zhao first."

After successfully bringing Chu Zhao back to her senses, Tang San repeated himself.

"I'll try."

Chu Zhao nodded, walked over to Zhao Wuji, and crouched beside him.

She planned to follow the Farming and Wellness System's instructions. She liked the second mission's reward more.