Using the same method, Wang Yu sealed dark green poison inside the other flying knife, then put both knives away. After a moment's thought, he took out the heavily wrapped Copper Coconut Poison Codex.
He drew a deep breath and held it, set the tome on the ground, and picked up a dead twig nearby. Carefully, he lifted its pages and began reading through them one by one.
It was not that he was overly timid. Some unknown, deadly poison had been applied to the tome. Even the slightest contact with his skin would poison him immediately, and expelling it would take considerable effort.
He had previously used this same clumsy method to find a way to seal poisons inside weapons. Now he intended to read the tome carefully once more, committing its peculiar poisoning methods and particularly potent poisons firmly to memory, lest he encounter another opponent skilled in the poison arts.
Only after spending well over an hour there did Wang Yu put the poison codex away. He then caught more than a dozen birds in the nearby woods, tied small vials containing his essence blood to them, and released them again.
Once everything was done, he leaped into a tree and darted from one treetop to another, heading toward the center of the Mountain Range once more.
An hour later, Wang Yu stood on a boulder, studying the pockmarked ground before him. A large swath of trees had toppled around it, and several broad patches of congealed black blood made the scene especially chilling. Yet there were no bodies or remains anywhere.
Crystalline light flickered in his eyes. He reached toward the nearby ground with one hand and activated the Metal-Dowsing Art.
The next instant, with a whoosh, half a pale red sword hilt sprang out