Fuli Heaven, Immortal Rosy Cloud Peak.
When Chu Mo entered the great hall, Yichu was playing a game of Go with Primordial Beginning. Black and white stones interlaced across the board, the balance delicate.
"Greetings, martial uncles." Chu Mo cupped his hands in salute.
Yichu placed a stone without raising his head. "Why are you here again? Has something gone wrong with the Grand Array?"
"Everything with the Grand Array is proceeding smoothly," Chu Mo said. "I've come to ask for something."
"Oh? What is it?" Only then did Yichu look up, regarding him with interest.
Chu Mo said solemnly, "I seek a poison-one capable of harming the Heavenly Dao."
"A poison? To harm the Heavenly Dao?" Yichu raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Your audacity could swallow the heavens. Tell me, what sort do you need?"
Chu Mo briefly outlined his ideas about the poison, then said, "But I searched the Scripture Repository and found no secret art of this kind. Please advise me, martial uncle."
"Of course you couldn't find one."
Yichu scoffed. "Tribulation Deliverance isn't versed in such crooked, unorthodox arts. The Scripture Repository contains orthodox methods of the Profound Sect, all upright paths to the Great Dao."
He paused and turned toward Primordial Beginning. "But... our fellow Daoist Primordial Beginning probably has one. He used to be a rogue cultivator, and rogue cultivators excel at these fly-swarming, dog-slinking tricks." Primordial Beginning's hand, which had been reaching into his sleeve, faltered slightly. His face darkened, but he still slapped the Jade Slip onto the table and snapped, "Dirty hands are better than the black hearts of you Tribulation Deliverance people."
Chu Mo hurriedly accepted the Jade Slip. His divine thought swept through it, and a gleam of delight flashed in his eyes.
The Jade Slip recorded a