It also required an ability to control poison far beyond that of ordinary people, allowing the poisonous mist to lie quietly in wait without anyone noticing, triggering only the instant its target stepped within range.
Dugu Bo asked himself: could he make his poison colorless and odorless?
Yes.
At its peak, his Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison could indeed be colorless and odorless.
But could he make poison lie in wait somewhere beforehand, waiting obediently until its target arrived before taking effect?
No.
His poison was something he "released."
Like shooting an arrow, he aimed at his target and spat a mouthful of poisonous mist. If it hit, it hit; if it missed, it missed.
But that white-clad woman's poison was not something she "released."
Her poison seemed alive.
As though it had a mind of its own.
It knew where to wait, when to move, and how to coil around its target.
This was no longer using poison.
This was Poison Cultivation.
She commanded poison as though it were her own limbs, sending it wherever she wanted, making it move whenever she wished.
Dugu Bo's fingers trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
From excitement.
An almost crazed excitement.
He had lived for nearly two hundred years and spent his entire life walking the path of poison, believing he had already seen its end.
But today, one casual move from that white-clad woman in the Sky Screen had taught him something.
What he had seen was not the end.
He had not even climbed halfway up the mountain.
"Such fine poison, such fine poison..."
Dugu Bo murmured those words over and over, repeating them many times.
His tone sounded less like admiration and more like someone who had starved for three days suddenly smelling food.
Hunger.
A hunger for a higher level