Little Cai, Nine-Colored Poison Scripture

"This..."

Fang Ming looked at the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python curled into a ball before him and fell into thought.

It seemed Queen Medusa had already fallen asleep.

He reached out and curiously poked the little seven-colored snake.

"Hiss..."

The next moment, the little seven-colored snake suddenly woke, its tiny head lifting slightly.

There was a hint of confusion in its pale violet snake eyes as it curiously studied Fang Ming.

Fang Ming looked at the awakened little seven-colored snake before him.

It was only about two centimeters long, slender in form, its entire body covered in tiny seven-colored scales.

A faintly sinister air showed through its pale violet snake eyes.

An unusual, fresh fragrance lingered around its body. Though it was merely a snake now, it radiated elegance and nobility.

"Hello, little one."

Fang Ming spoke softly, his tone gentle.

Hearing this, the little seven-colored snake let out a soft hiss toward Fang Ming. Its gentle tone made it seem as though it were acting coquettishly.

"What a good girl."

As Fang Ming spoke, he reached out and stroked the little seven-colored snake's head. It felt smooth and delicate, with a faintly cool temperature.

The little seven-colored snake seemed to enjoy the touch. She narrowed her pale violet eyes slightly and gave a contented little hiss.

"Little one, let me give you a name."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ming said, "From now on, you'll be called Little Cai."

The little seven-colored snake tilted her head. It was unclear whether she understood, but she merely let out another soft hiss.

Fang Ming could not help smiling at the sight.

Just then, Little Cai yawned, looking sleepy again.

"Little Cai, if you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Fang Ming spoke softly, his tone full of affection.

Little Cai lightly coiled around his left wrist, transforming into an exquisite Seven-Colored Bracelet.

She then quieted down and fell asleep.

Fang Ming glanced at the Seven-Colored Bracelet on his wrist and turned to walk into the house.

He returned to his room, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and breathed long and steadily.

His consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness, where an ancient, colorful scroll appeared in his mind.

The Nine-Colored Poison Scripture!

This was a cultivation technique, and it also contained texts on the Dao of Poison.

Among its abilities, the Nine-Colored Poison Scripture could evolve by continuously devouring all kinds of toxins.

Fang Ming could not help grumbling inwardly, Damn, isn't this just the Flame Mantra? Or rather... a Poison Mantra?

He calmed his mind and adjusted his breathing until his heart became tranquil.

Then, following the cultivation path of the Nine-Colored Poison Scripture in his mind, Fang Ming guided his Soul Power through specific meridians.

At first, the Soul Power moved through his meridians with extreme difficulty, as if flowing upstream. Every inch of progress demanded immense concentration.

He did not grow impatient. Instead, he circulated the technique again and again. Gradually, the flow of Soul Power began to smooth out.

Like tiny streams converging into a river, it eventually formed a stable cycle.

After a long while, Fang Ming's eyelashes trembled lightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Phew!"

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

His entire aura seemed to have undergone a subtle change, gaining an additional hint of depth and danger.

"The Nine-Colored Poison Scripture has been cultivated successfully!"

Fang Ming muttered inwardly. Feeling the abundant Soul Power within his body, a smile curled across his lips.

With a thought, he activated his Soul Power.

"Puff!"

A ball of green Flame rose from his palm. It was his martial soul, the Netherworld Poison Flame.

Compared to before, the Netherworld Poison Flame had clearly grown several degrees stronger.

As the Flame flickered, its aura became deeper, as though it had undergone some sort of tempering during the circulation of the technique.

As for why he did not directly devour the Netherworld Poison Flame to evolve?

That was because Fang Ming knew that the current Netherworld Poison Flame simply had no excess energy—or rather, toxins—for him to devour.

"Next, it's time to refine the Whale Rubber."

Fang Ming took the golden piece of Millennium Whale Rubber from his storage ring.

He activated the Netherworld Poison Flame and enveloped the Whale Rubber within it.

The green Flame scorched the Whale Rubber, producing sizzling sounds.

In moments, the golden Whale Rubber gradually melted into a viscous gelatinous mass that emitted a rich aura.

Fang Ming did not hesitate and swiftly swallowed it.

At first, he only noticed a slight fishy taste, but it soon turned into scorching liquid that slid down his throat.

There was no reaction at first. He only felt warm all over, indescribably comfortable.

But soon, a blazing sensation swept through his body, his blood boiling as though a raging fire were burning within him.

Fang Ming sat cross-legged once more, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, guiding the medicinal power to seep into his muscles, bones, and meridians.

The medicinal power of the Whale Rubber was tyrannical and scorching, rampaging and surging constantly within his body.

He clenched his teeth. Fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead, and veins bulged faintly, yet his breathing remained steady throughout.

The Nine-Colored Poison Scripture circulated without pause, absorbing and refining that violent medicinal power bit by bit before merging it into his limbs and bones.

Time passed second by second.

Who knew how long had passed before Fang Ming opened his eyes, a glint flashing through them.

He clenched his fist and felt that his strength had become considerably greater than before.

"As expected of Millennium Whale Rubber. Its reputation is well deserved."

Fang Ming rose to his feet and stretched his body. His joints crackled, and his entire being seemed renewed.

He looked at the Seven-Colored Bracelet on his wrist. Little Cai was still sleeping peacefully, entirely unaffected by the commotion just now.

Just then, the Seven-Colored Bracelet suddenly loosened and transformed back into a little seven-colored snake.

Little Cai had awakened.

"Little Cai?"

Fang Ming looked at her in confusion. "Did I disturb your sleep?"

Little Cai shook her head. She only stared at him pitifully, looking obedient and aggrieved.

"Then are you... hungry?"

As Fang Ming's thoughts turned, he suddenly remembered.

If he recalled correctly, the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python loved devouring pure fire-attribute energy the most.

But he had no pure fire-attribute heavenly treasures on hand. The only thing he could take out was a Heavenly Flame.

Then, the Netherworld Poison Flame appeared in Fang Ming's hand.

The moment Little Cai saw the ball of green Flame, she immediately perked up and repeatedly nodded her little head.

Her pale violet snake eyes stared fixedly at the Netherworld Poison Flame, filled with longing and hunger.

"Alright."

Fang Ming activated his Soul Power, and the Netherworld Poison Flame surged forth.

Little Cai opened her mouth and inhaled, directly swallowing the green Flame in one clean gulp. Then she continued looking at him expectantly.

Fang Ming immediately understood. The little one was not full yet.

He continued activating his Soul Power, and the Netherworld Poison Flame emerged once more.

Little Cai began eating without the slightest restraint.

After repeating this several times, Fang Ming finally could not hold on any longer.

The Soul Power within his body had been drained dry.

Only then did Little Cai let out a satisfied burp and comfortably curl up.

She wrapped herself around Fang Ming's left wrist again, transforming into a Seven-Colored Bracelet before quietly falling asleep.

Fang Ming gave a bitter smile. Feeling the emptied Soul Power inside him, he helplessly shook his head.

"This little one really has quite an appetite."

He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and began recovering his Soul Power.

The Nine-Colored Poison Scripture circulated on its own, drawing in the Soul Power of heaven and earth and gradually replenishing his depleted meridians.