Dismembering Poison Body

The scholar surnamed Feng continued, "That Military Advisor's first disciple died after only a little over a month. This should also be due to improper cultivation. Although such herbs for initial body cleansing aren't rare or precious, some ingredients are extremely rare and hard to find in the mortal world."

"However, his second disciple managed to overcome the initial body cleansing stage and cultivated to the first level of the Qi Condensation Stage, but he was afflicted with Fire Poison. Later, somehow, this disciple learned that he was being used for 'Spirit Absorption,' so he sought out the local military commander and another martial arts expert to ambush the Military Advisor." At this point, the scholar surnamed Feng wore a strange expression.

The others listening shook their heads at this, and a swarthy, thick-set man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeve spoke up, "How could that possibly win? Even if he was afflicted with Fire Poison, that Military Advisor had already reached the peak of the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage; he is not someone a few martial arts experts could kill. Even if there were several times as many of them, it would still be in vain."

The other cultivators, including the Taoist at the head of the table, agreed with the burly man's words.

The scholar surnamed Feng simply shook his head. "Junior Brother Liang is mistaken."

"Oh? Did they kill the Military Advisor? It wasn't your Enforcement Hall?" Junior Brother Liang asked curiously.

"That's what I found so surprising. Not only did they kill the Military Advisor, but the main credit goes not to the two mortal martial arts experts, but to the Military Advisor's disciple. That mortal disciple was only fifteen or sixteen years old, born to a farming family at the foot of the Great Green Mountains. According to the reports from our disciples, from the beginning of the ambush to the final blow, it was all his doing. These methods were well-planned, decisive, and ruthless."

"When our Small Bamboo Peak disciple arrived, everyone else was dead except for this mortal disciple. The military commander and the other martial arts expert were killed by the Fireball Technique and the Wood Spike Technique. The mortal disciple was also on the verge of death, so our disciple planned to finish off the mortal boy. Although he was innocent, he had indirectly stolen our sect's immortal techniques. Besides, he was already dying, so it wasn't worth wasting pills on him."

Everyone nodded. There's no such thing as saving the weak or helping the strong in the Cultivation World, let alone sympathy.

"But just as they were about to end his life, they unexpectedly discovered that this mortal disciple had somehow developed symptoms of the Dismembering Poison Body, so they brought him back."

"Oh, did you confirm it? Did he really develop the Dismembering Poison Body?"

"It's been nearly a thousand years since anyone in our sect has developed the Dismembering Poison Body. He doesn't have the corresponding cultivation technique, so how did he develop it? Could it be related to improper entry into the Wood-attribute Black Night Curtain Azure Skill?"

"Yes, this poison body is ranked second among the three great poison bodies of our sect. The sect has inherited it from ancient times, and only a dozen or so people have ever developed these three great poison bodies. Each of them had to go through countless hardships and great opportunities to succeed."

Everyone in the hall began to discuss, ignoring the scholar surnamed Feng's attempts to answer.

"Alright, alright, what kind of decorum is this? Why are you acting like a mortal marketplace? Since someone mentioned a great opportunity, everyone's opportunities are different. If he got it, he got it. It seems that little friend must have had a stroke of good fortune. Junior Brother Feng," the stern-faced old Taoist at the head of the table interrupted the crowd.

The scholar surnamed Feng looked at everyone and gave a bitter smile.

The stern-faced old Taoist frowned upon seeing this. "What? Did the examination reveal that it wasn't the Dismembering Poison Body?"

The junior brothers and some elders below, except for Junior Brother Wei from Small Bamboo Peak, who looked as if it didn't concern him, couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"That's not the case. I personally examined him yesterday and confirmed that he does have the Dismembering Poison Body, and the color has already faintly seeped into his tendons and bones. It's just that this child has a Mixed Spirit Root." The scholar surnamed Feng shook his head and sighed.

"A Mixed Spirit Root with the Dismembering Poison Body? How is that possible? I curse you, Immortal!"

"Mixed Spirit Root? Can such a constitution cultivate this ancient body? Junior Brother Feng, are you sure?"

"This is interesting. I'd like to take this kid in and study him, study him, hehe."

The stern-faced old Taoist sat at the head of the table without saying a word. After a long while, he sighed. "Junior Brother Feng, are you certain?"

The scholar surnamed Feng stood up, his robe fluttering, and cupped his hands upward. "Sect Leader, Junior Brother wouldn't be mistaken about this. At first, I thought I was too excited and misjudged, so I had several elders who went with me try to test him as well, but the final result is that he has a Mixed Spirit Root."

"Then that's a pity. A Mixed Spirit Root, even if we give him more resources, he'll probably only reach the Foundation Establishment Stage in this lifetime. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity," the stern-faced old Taoist said three times.

"What should we do with this child?" The scholar surnamed Feng looked at his Sect Leader.

"Kill him. What's the point of keeping him? It's just a waste of resources. How can such a person deserve this opportunity? He has it but can't make much use of it. It's annoying to look at him, so let's just end it." The dark-skinned, burly man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeve said impatiently.

Several people nodded in agreement. Cultivation resources are for useful people. Those without a future should just fend for themselves. There's no such thing as sentimentality in the Cultivation World.

"Didn't Senior Sister Li just say she wanted to take him in?" Someone said to the voluptuous, charming beauty with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I want to take him in. I've only heard of this poison body. I'd love to experience it." The beauty's beautiful eyes glanced around, her smile like blooming peach blossoms.

The people below looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. "If that kid becomes a disciple of this old woman, would he survive a day?"

The stern-faced old Taoist shook his head after hearing this. "Junior Sister Li, no. What kind of constitution is the Dismembering Poison Body? A drop of liquid or blood can turn into ten thousand poisons. How can we let you take him in?"

"Oh, Senior Brother, old ghost, what's wrong with me taking him in? Can't I just take in a disciple in peace? I didn't say I'd use him to make Gu." The beauty immediately looked at the old Taoist at the head of the table, dissatisfied.

"Junior Sister, although this kid has a Mixed Spirit Root, if we increase the resources for his cultivation, he may have a chance to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage. With that Dismembering Poison Body, if he can cultivate to the late Foundation Establishment Stage, how many Golden Core experts would dare to say they can defeat him? How can we underestimate that strong physical body and the inexplicably generated poisonous substances? Therefore, even if he has a Mixed Spirit Root, if used well, he can be an enemy to a Golden Core. Even if he's not that good and only cultivates to the late Qi Condensation Stage, there are few in the Foundation Establishment Stage who can defeat him." The stern-faced old Taoist looked down.

The people below were all figures who had cultivated for hundreds of years. Which one of them wasn't insightful? It was just that they had just lost their composure due to the huge gap in expectations. The Dismembering Poison Body had only been cultivated by three people in billions of years, and now someone had suddenly cultivated it in the Qi Condensation Stage. It was a pity that he could only stop at the Foundation Establishment Stage. This blow was imaginable.

The beauty's expression froze when she heard the old man say this, and she was about to speak when a clear voice suddenly rang out. "Sect Leader, Senior Sister Li, I think this child should become my disciple. I'll take him in as a nominal disciple first." Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw Junior Brother Wei from Small Bamboo Peak, who had been smiling and silent all along.

"Oh, Junior Brother, that's strange. How can a dignified Golden Core cultivator like you take in a Qi Condensation Stage disciple as a disciple?" The beauty looked at the smiling fat youth sitting in the chair with a smile.

"Senior Sister, weren't you going to take him in as a disciple just now? Was that a lie? Or did you want to take him in to make Gu? Don't I have a Qi Condensation Stage disciple as a nominal disciple among my seven disciples? It wouldn't hurt to have one more. When they both cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Stage, I'll officially take them in as disciples. Besides, you just said that he has a Mixed Spirit Root. How many resources would that take to pile up? Your other peaks' resources, hehe." The chubby Junior Brother Wei chuckled as he looked at the beauty.

The beauty was speechless after hearing this, and the others nodded in agreement. When it comes to resources, which peak can compare to Small Bamboo Peak? Including the servants, there are less than twenty people. Even though a lot of resources are deducted every year, no other peak can compare. This is why, over the years, as the number of disciples on the other peaks has increased and the competition for resource allocation has become more and more fierce, the newly entered disciples are breaking their heads to enter Small Bamboo Peak, including the disciples who originally left Small Bamboo Peak and regretted it. But at that time, how could they know that this peak master would eventually simply keep a few disciples and close the peak, so that although the resources were also allocated according to the number of people, there was no competition.

The stern-faced old Taoist also nodded frequently. He felt that this fat junior brother was finally thinking about the sect. "Junior Brother Wei, what you said is very true. You should take him in and cultivate him well. Maybe he can become a great help in the future. In this way, the resources deducted every year can be relaxed a bit for your Small Bamboo Peak."

"Sect Leader, Junior Brother Wei's Small Bamboo Peak only has a few people. You're still relaxing it? How can you be so biased?"

"That's right, that's right, Sect Leader, we have thousands of people now, and we're tight all year round."

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"Shut up, what kind of decorum is this? Although Small Bamboo Peak has few people, which of you doesn't know how many resources they receive each year? It's just that there's less competition between disciples. Four years later will be the time for the four sects to seek realms and pick herbs. The various spiritual herbs and objects brought out from the Secret Realm will be extracted by one more percent from each peak each year for the next ten years. Besides, when fighting against these so-called famous and righteous sects, is it just the things brought out during harvesting?" The stern-faced old Taoist said with a cold face.

When the people below heard this, they were all excited, thinking, "Extracting one more percent each year, that's a lot."

Thinking again about the spoils of past battles and the ashen faces of those renowned orthodox sects, he couldn't help but start calculating.

Next, the group discussed other matters for a while, and after half an hour, they filed out of the main hall, vanishing in a flurry of colored lights.

Li Yan sat on the bed, lost in a daze, watching the spirit birds fly outside the window, the immortal energy swirling over the pond, his mind still feeling like he was in a dream.

When he woke up last night, a faint scent of sandalwood filled his nostrils. He slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a white bed curtain, with tassels hanging from above, swaying gently in the breeze. Beneath him was a soft wooden bed, with exquisite carvings decorating the headboard. He was covered with a brocade quilt. Looking around, the room was small. Besides the bed he was on, there was a table and chair near the window. Through the latticed carved window, he could see a scene of immortal beauty: small mountains, a pond, emerald lotus roots, and pink lotus flowers. Golden fish occasionally leaped up between them, then fell back down, splashing water onto the lotus leaves, forming crystal-clear water droplets that slowly slid towards the green edges of the leaves before dripping back into the pond.

He shook his head and looked around again in disbelief, but it was still the same. He was lying in a room, not in the forest of the Great Green Mountains. He moved his body, but found that he felt no discomfort. He sighed inwardly. This was definitely not a dream, nor was it within his Divine Sense. His leg was clearly injured and broken, and the Fire Poison in his body had also flared up, but now he felt no pain at all. Was he just a soul now?

Where was this place? Last time in the Divine Sense space, he had mistakenly thought it was Avici Hell and made a fool of himself. This time, he was sure he wouldn't make the same mistake again. He moved his body and found that he could move without any restrictions. He immediately turned over and sat up, preparing to get out of bed. But when he lifted the quilt, he couldn't help but be stunned. He wasn't just a soul.

He was still wearing the same tattered Black Robe, with many bloodstains still on it. He hesitantly pulled the lower part of the Black Robe up and looked at his legs. The pants were still the ones he had worn yesterday, also stained with blood, but there were long tears on his right calf and left thigh, exposing the muscle underneath. He was even more confused. He widened the tears on his pant legs with both hands and saw legs without any wounds.

He raised his right leg, and there was absolutely no problem. He remembered that he had used his right leg to kick Military Advisor Ji, and then Military Advisor Ji had used the force to break it. Now there was no sign of injury. Looking at his left thigh, there were no scars in that area either, and no traces of the Wind Blade Technique cutting it. Could it be that killing Military Advisor Ji before was a dream, or was this a dream now? He raised his hand and pinched his face.

"You're awake." At the same time as the pain on his face, a voice came from his ear.