Donglin Tingyue's gaze had already turned somewhat complicated. As expected, he had cultivated poison arts as well. It was not unheard of for a body cultivator to possess the methods of a spell cultivator since ancient times, but such cases were simply too rare.
Body cultivators followed paths of fierce strength and overbearing force, while poison cultivators were mostly sinister and vicious. Both types of cultivation methods formed schools of their own, and cultivating either one required an enormous amount of time.
Aside from cultivating spiritual power, body cultivators spent most of their time continuously tempering their fleshly bodies. Poison cultivators, meanwhile, besides cultivating poison arts, had to devote vast amounts of time to studying all manner of medicinal herbs and toxic creatures.
Earlier, when Li Yan said that he knew a little about poison cultivation, it had not seemed surprising. If medicinal pills were used well, even a child could poison someone and take another person's life.
But now, Donglin Tingyue would not be so naive. Li Yan had to be highly skilled in refining all kinds of poison pills, and perhaps even cultivated poison arts himself. He was a poison cultivator who had hidden himself deeply, though she would not voice it.
As for whether Li Yan was a body cultivator, what she had just witnessed left no room for doubt.
"How should we proceed?"
Donglin Tingyue asked.
"We should discuss it first. We do not know what unforeseen change has occurred above, and no one has come down to investigate so far.
"However, only several hundred breaths have passed. If more time goes by, they may grow suspicious."
As Li Yan spoke, he made a grasping motion. The four "corpses" on the stairs—or rather, the three fleshly bodies that were still twitching faintly—were drawn over through the