The Immortal's Poison 167 The Poisonous Blood

The old man Gongye stared at Second Elder Wen for a while. He explained with a proud expression, "Ning Jiao belonged to the dragon genus. Legend had that it was born from its mother the divine bird and its father the divine dragon, but it had no horn on its head and no wings on its body. That was why it could not fly into the heaven with its parents. It could only lie dormant in the mortal world. The divine bird was affectionate. Before it flew into the heaven, it planted a quill into Ning Jiao's body. By the time Ning Jiao cultivated into mastery, the quill would transform into a feather, it could then fly and ascend into heaven!"

Xiaoyi had since been awakened. Upon hearing the old man Gongye's explanation, she recalled about the legend that she read in the past. Her voice was crisp as she continued, "That is why during Ning Jiao's lifetime, it focused on cultivating this quill in its body and Ning Jiao's magical power was all hidden within!" Upon saying that, Xiaoyi blinked her eyes, laughed and asked, "Sir, so these legends are real?"

The old man Gongye's old face was filled with astonishment. He was surprised that a little girl in the Wen family village knew about the classical allusion of Ning Jiao. In addition, Xiaoyi had clear eyes and white teeth, her smile was innocent yet splendid. The old man took fancy on her at first sight. He laughed as he shook his head, "It is but a legend, otherwise when Wen Leyang killed Ning Jiao, wouldn't the golden dragon would immediately descend to the mortal world to avenge his son? However, the part about Ning Jiao's strength and power were hidden in this sting is the truth!"

Xiaoyi nodded strenuously. She had heard of Ning Jiao before but she did not know about the sect that specialized in refining weapons. She pointed towards Wen Leyang's straightened left leg as she continued to ask, "So the purpose of piercing the Ning Jiao's sting into his leg is to…"

The more the old man Gongye watched Xiaoyi, the more joyous he felt in his heart. His expression became extraordinarily kind and loving, "If one is to refine Ning Jiao's sting into a weapon, after it is stripped away from Ning Jiao's corpse, he must grow it in the future master's bone and blood. This way the precious weapon that is refined has the ability to connect with the master's mind. However, the Ning Jiao's sting is wild and stubborn. Without an extremely lucky opportunity, there is no way one can grow it. Hehe, this is Wen Leyang's luck!"

The old demon rabbit Bu Le had been putting his trust in the old man Gongye all along. That was why he stopped the disciples of Wen Bucao who were trying to fight Gongye earlier. Now that he heard of Gongye's words, he frowned in doubt as he asked, "What happens when he can't grow it there?"

Gongye shrugged in a carefree manner, "His blood will be drained by the Ning Jiao's sting in a while and he will be turned into a mummy!" Following that he did not wait for others to flare up, he said in a natural and logical manner, "He managed to grow it, didn't he?"

Xiaoyi's gaze was not as friendly as before, she inquired closely once again, "So how long will the Ning Jiao's sting stay in Wen Leyang's leg?"

The old man Gongye shook his head honestly, "That I can't tell, it can be as soon as three to five years, or as slow as thirty to fifty years. The eagerness to achieve instant success for refining Ning Jiao's sting into a treasure is forbidden!" The old man was completely unaware of the disciples of Wen Bucao's raging stare, he was still muttering to himself, "What a waste that Ning Jiao is dead. If I can pull out the Ning Jiao's sting when it was alive, its power will be even formidable!"

Wen Leyang was at a loss whether to cry or laugh. Surely it did not mean that in the next few decades, his left leg would be straightened and not bendable at all?

Wen Buzuo grinded his teeth, he turned around and asked Fourth Elder Wen that was standing behind him, "Will this matter hold up his marriage?"

Xiaoyi and Mumu held each other's hands. They staggered almost in unison. If it was not for Ah Dan and Nineteen's quick acting, these two young girls would have fallen onto the ground. Mumu's gaze was both astonished and fearful, accompanied by slight joy, she stared at Xiaoyi as she asked, "He…he is getting married? With who?"

The First Uncle Wen Tunhai burst out laughing, "Who else but the both of you!"

Nineteen that was standing right next to them frowned rapidly. An odd expression no one could see through flashed past her face.

At this moment Wen Leyang suddenly gave out a 'huh'. He pointed towards his thigh and asked Gongye, "Sir, what is happening here?"

Gongye peered once, gasped softly and sat on the ground. Within his face full of wrinkles, the expression astonishment was densely pinned, he stuttered, "That's im- impossible!"

It was unknown since when a small section about less than half an inch of the Ning Jiao's sting that was completely stabbed into Wen Leyang's left leg earlier had been pushed out without a sign!

According to Gongye's explanation, by the time Ning Jiao's sting was fully pushed out, it could be used to refine into a treasured weapon capable of communicating and understanding Wen Leyang. However, the old man utterly did not expect that, only after a few minutes, Ning Jiao's sting had already started to come out.

Ning Jiao's toxicity was extremely similar to the Poison of Life and Death in Wen Leyang's body. Otherwise, this monster would never ignore Leyang Tian's instruction and risked its life to chase after Wen Leyang and bit him.

Now that Wen Leyang's Art of Poison made astonishing progress, his meridians and bones were remolded by the Poison of Life and Death. That was even more similar to Ning Jiao. In simpler words, he was now the light version of Ning Jiao in human form, that was why the Ning Jiao's sting could successfully melt with his body into one and accepted his blood in an extremely fast speed.

The process of Ning Jiao's sting recognizing its master went from fast to slow. Nearing the end, the sting would be pushed out in a slower manner. However, judging by the situation right now, it would not take long in the entire process, not as predicted by the old man Gongye, where it would require the time frame of a few years and even a few decades. The old man Gongye was stunned for a moment before he finally reacted to the situation. He squalled as he turned over and jumped up, he pulled out his cellphone and made a call to his family, issued a series of orders loudly, such that the disciples of his family would immediately rush over with all sorts of materials.

Gongye hung up the call. He inhaled a deep breath, before looking towards Second Elder Wen, "I will be helping the Wen young fellow to refine the Ning Jiao's sting into a treasured weapon with unsurpassed power. Ning Jiao's skin can be refined into a body armor that is uninvaded by the five elements. What is your basis in fighting me for it!"

Second Elder Wen scoffed coldly. He then slowly walked to the side of Ning Jiao's corpse. He squatted as he examined and observed closely of the blood vessels in the wound and the jelly-like poisonous blood in the blood vessels. He removed a wooden pick, a bamboo pick, a silver pick and all sorts of items continuously from the leather bag he carried along with him. He probed about repeatedly. Regardless of which pick that was made from which material, the moment the pick came into contact with the poisonous blood it would immediately be turned into ash, while Second Elder Wen's expression became more and more delighted. Finally, he removed a palm-sized, akin to an intact piece of small tortoise shell-like item from his leather bag. 

Even First Uncle Wen Tunhai did not know the item that Second Elder Wen just took out.

Only the rest of the three Wen family elders' expressions changed slightly almost in unison. Grand Elder Wen reminded him with a solemn expression, "Second brother, do be careful!"

Second Elder Wen nodded, "I will know how far to go and when to stop!" He was speaking in that manner but his tone of speaking sounded unconvinced.

The small tortoise shell sank into Ning Jiao's blood vessel without making a sound and scooped out a small chunk of poisonous blood following that.

A few chunks of poisonous blood accumulated in the middle of the tortoise shell. Under the sunlight's reflection, occasionally it would shimmer in a magnificent radiance that made one bedazzled. At this moment, the wild excitement on Second Elder Wen's face could not be suppressed. He spoke of two words to the rest of the three family elders and first uncle Wen Tunhai with trembling voice, "Five elements!" As he was saying that, he turned his hand and brandished a stick of bright red-colored long needle, and pricked onto his right thumb's tip lightly. Immediately, a drop of blood that was red to its greatest extent slowly coagulated. The blood welled up on his fingertip! Within the drop of blood, it was as if there was a puff of leaping flames that was swaying gracefully.

The rest of the three family elders and First Uncle Wen Tunhai's expressions turned bold in unison. They each brandished a stick of long needle and pricked into their right thumbs in the same method.

Grand Elder Wen's needle was golden in color. His blood was penetrating with a light golden glow. Underneath the color of blood, a layer of sharpness was concealed.

Third Elder Wen's needle was sky blue in color. His blood was also penetrating with a little blue from the red color of blood, rippling in the gracefulness of water.

Fourth Elder Wen's needle was brown in color, his blood was especially thick and flowed out in an extremely slow manner.

First Uncle's needle was green in color…

The Art of Poison that the five core personages of the Wen family refined in conquered a different element of the five elements, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, five poisons of all varieties!

Five of them cautiously gathered the drop of fresh blood on their fingertip simultaneously and dropped it into the tortoise shell!

Chapter end