Schemes (II)

His first thought was to flee—as far as he could, fleeing for his life.

Now that he truly faced it, he realized he seemed to have misjudged both the combat power of the Gui Water True Scripture, which he had always trusted to far surpass others of his level, and his ever-victorious disjointed poison body.

As Li Yan wavered between shock and doubt, he ran another four li or so. Through his Divine Sense, he suddenly noticed Dongli Qing taking out pills and swallowing them. His expression was no longer as radiant as before.

The poison has taken effect!

Li Yan's spirits surged.

Behind him, Dongli Qing flew another stretch before the clarity he had just regained vanished once more, and discomfort spread throughout his body.

Not only had his spiritual power become sluggish, but his internal organs were also wracked by fierce, burning pain. Now his skin began to ulcerate.

Dongli Qing abruptly stopped. Enduring the agonizing pain, he raised his arm in disbelief and watched pustules rapidly swell one after another. With soft pops, they burst, spilling thick, foul-smelling white fluid.

He suddenly felt something trickling down his forehead. Sweeping it with his Divine Sense, he immediately let out an enraged roar.

His incomparably handsome face was ulcerating too, likewise dripping unbearably foul white fluid.

What shocked and enraged him even more was his sudden discovery that his roar had lost its former ringing clarity and become utterly hoarse.

With a sweep of Dongli Qing's sleeve, eight or nine jade bottles appeared before him.

The bottles opened in an instant. From some, he sucked pills into his mouth like a great whale drawing in water; from others, he poured out refreshing liquids and sprinkled them over his entire body.

The pills produced by a Nascent Soul cultivator were