The Immortal's Poison 250 The Strong Men

The cultivators, who were quarreling in a noisy mess, were slightly dumbstruck. A sense of confusion arose on everybody's face. They seemed to fail to recall what had just happened amongst them.

Fei Fei described her sensation to Wen Leyang softly, "First, the people around me that were quarreling continuously, they were noisy and messy. Following that, a series of tune that was akin to being played with Suona horn or hummed out of a nose started echoing in my mind. I felt angry and agitated, I wished that I could dash into the crowd and quarrel to make myself feel better…"

Chang Li raised her charming brows, "This is the Art of Witchcraft. It is known as the Villain's Blow!" Upon saying that she paused for a while, she nodded solemnly, "The person with the surname Leyang is capable of launching this as he is considered rather remarkable!"

Fei Fei studied Chang Li's expression closely and laughed. She did not act courteously to the Grand Master, "You heard that from little Chi Maojiu earlier, didn't you?"

Chang Li gave out an 'oh no' as she sniggered. There was no way she could lie before Fei Fei.

The few people laughed. Cone Nail laughed in an especially joyous manner. She pulled Fei Fei into her arms, her face was filled with affection, "There were so many cultivators who were affected by the witchcraft earlier, you lasted longer than any of them…"

Fei Fei did not wait for Cone Nail to finish speaking before she understood Cone Nail's meaning, "I specialize in psychoanalysis and mental control. Ordinary witchcraft spell is not too effective on me."

The few people were whispering to one another in the corner when the short man had already walked towards little Chi Maojiu. Chi Maojiu walked over in quick strides and saluted him with a bow, "Pleasure to meet you Sir Leyang!"

The three Tuo Xie's disciple lineages of Wen, Miao, Luo were already aware of the Painting Town's doings for the past two thousand years. When little Chi Maojiu broke out of the rock, he had already realized who the culprit was through the culprit's method of launching the witchcraft spell. He tried to point it out but he refused to directly attack and break Leyang Wen's Art of Witchcraft.

Leyang Wen sized the one-armed Miao youth before his eyes attentively. His gaze was glimmering.

Chi Maojiu laughed in an unusually calm manner. He stretched out his lone hand and pointed to the large group of cultivators before his eyes, "Supposedly, if you wished to kill all of them, I could only help you, however…" As he was saying that, Chi Maojiu heaved a sigh, "Ji Fei and Shui Jing once committed an exceedingly huge favor to me at the Seven Maidens Mountain, I dared not break the sir's witchcraft spell but I could not just let these people continue to quarrel. Hence, I spoke up. If you were to take offense…go ahead."

Leyang Wen returned to his usual mannerism at this point. He stretched out his hand and patted on Chi Maojiu's shoulder, as he chuckled, "I saw that they were quarreling so joyously, I became too excited that was why I launched an attack to join the crowd. I had never thought of killing anyone, let alone so many of them!"

The Painting Town's superb artistry supernatural power was known by the world. However, other than a limited amount of people, including Wen Leyang, the people in the cultivation world did not know that the Leyang disciples were experts in witchcraft spells. The moment the short man was done speaking, the rogue cultivators broke out in an uproar. It was only then they realized that Leyang Wen cast witchcraft on them without their notice. People who were easily infuriated had broken out in curses at Leyang Wen immediately.

There were also some rogue cultivators who kept their silences due to the previous relationship with the Leyang family. They felt very uneasy in their hearts. As quarreling would not necessarily happen between two enemies, especially when this group of rogue cultivators, who were considerably straightforward and cared about gratitude and enmity. If they were to dislike one another, they would never stand together. Most of the quarrels earlier were just quarrels amongst the siblings of Pig, Cat, Red and Army. They occurred among their own people but once they lost control of their emotions and launch an attack, then their closest people would be harmed!

At this moment, the three-inch nail Wen Bushuo suddenly dashed rapidly into the crowd. He moved as swift as a ghost, soon after, the crisp sound of crackling was heard continuously. A dozen people, who were cursing at Leyang Wen, were slapped by Wen Bushuo until they were knocked out directly.

Simultaneously, Wen Buzuo took a step forward and blocked before Leyang Wen, he roared loudly in a righteous manner, "As long as the Wen family is here, no one is allowed to disrespect Sir Leyang!" Even when Wen Buzuo was having a stern expression, his eyes were still glimmering with a maniacal glow, anyone could not help but tighten his fist after glancing at him.

The siblings Bushuo and Buzuo recently almost died from forcefully fusing three arts' cultivation into one, yet, they received the blessing in disguise when Chang Li forged their meridians. They had officially stepped into the cultivator's state. Moreover, under Chang Li's intentional assistance, the siblings' abilities were truly much stronger than the ordinary cultivators. As Wen Bushuo strolled amongst the rogue cultivators, those that were slapped by him would certainly respond with an agonizing scream!

The Second Mother glared at little Chi Maojiu out of dissatisfaction, she reminded him gently, "Feel free to kill anyone who dares to scold the Painting Town, don't just stand there like a fool!"

Let alone Chang Li, even the rogue cultivators were clearly confused, the Wen family and the Miao clansmen were obviously invited by Ji Fei and Shui Jing for support and Leyang Wen was obviously here to create trouble. Little Chi Maojiu was the one whom first broke Leyang Wen's Art of Witchcraft, yet he was trying so hard to defend Leyang Wen with the people from Wen family.

On the other hand, the Painting Town's Leyang Wen was stunned. His natural endowments were far less than Leyang Tian, who died in the Painting Town. He did not cultivate in the Art of Witchcraft since young and lost a great deal of the witchcraft power he inherited. It was afraid that he could never return the Painting Town's glory and power in the raging cultivation world. After he sent Fifth Brother Hanba to the Corpse-forming Land, he refused to go home but wandered leisurely everywhere. After he learned of the meeting on Mount Hua's Goddess Peak, he could not suppress his curiosity and came over to take a look.

There was no mention of the Painting Town during the meeting but most people had already assumed in their hearts that the meeting was actually meant for re-electing the new leader of the rogue cultivators and the newly re-elected leader would be closely connected to the Wen family.

Even though there was the element of exploitation, the Painting Town truly helped the rogue cultivators in many tasks for the past two thousand years. Leyang Wen was driven to madness and held extreme views. In his point of view, it was only through those rogue cultivators' contemptuous attitude towards Ji Fei and Shui Jing, they were worthy of the Painting Town's care for them for generations.

He watched as these rogue cultivators were quarreling louder and more indecisive than ever, Leyang Wen became infuriated in his heart. Hence, he launched the witchcraft spell but he truly did not attempt to let these people killed each other. He only attempted to teach them a lesson, such then they would not despise the Painting Town anymore! However, ever since he revealed himself, the people who were defending him were all Tuo Xie's disciples.

Chang Li could not help but snigger, she gave Wen Leyang an evil stare, "Your Wen family's method of dealing with affairs is always to make a mess no matter where you go!"

Cone Nail frowned slightly, it was unknown since when her face had already turned a little pale, she spoke to Wen Leyang softly, "The short man's father is killed by me."

Wen Leyang heaved a sigh, he did not know what to say either.

The three-inch nail Wen Bushuo was akin to being in a place where there was no one, he flashed past amongst the rogue cultivators as swift as electric. After a series of slaps was delivered, he had already returned to the front of the Painting Town's gentleman, he stood side by side with his elder brother. One of them was tall while the other was short. Akin to two Door Gods, they protected Leyang Wen behind their backs.

Wen Buzuo peered at his cool brother in appraisal, the evil smile returned to his face. He stretched his finger and pointed towards the people who had just fallen onto the ground from the slaps, he shouted towards the rogue cultivators who were still in shock, "Look closely! Disrespect the Painting Town…oh no!"

He was halfway through his speech when the rogue cultivators gave out a loud shout in unison. Their array of treasured weapons roared into the air in a mess, almost covered the entire sky and crashed towards the two siblings! With only three hundred rogue cultivators, they dared to ascend Mount Emei to create troubles. As there were thousands of rogue cultivators, each and everyone's face was burning fiercely. Especially when the people who attacked them were not some famous master cultivators, they were just two small dwarfs that no one had ever heard of.

The siblings Bushuo and Buzuo were petrified. It was true that the two brothers remolded their foundation establishment and life vitality but they did not possess any supernatural powers. They were still adopting the Wen family's martial art when they struck and fought, how could they deal with so many treasured weapons that covered the sky. Let alone the both of them, even Wen Leyang who did not practice magic art could not resist that.

Leyang Wen was just half a footstep away from Bushuo and Buzuo, he watched as soon as the countless treasured weapons were about to crash onto him, he only managed to scream once under his perplexed mind. His hands turned over and he was about to conjure his supernatural power to resist. Unexpectedly, Bushuo and Buzuo were rather loyal, after they squalled, they abruptly turned over their bodies, one of them held Leyang Wen, while the other grabbed little Chi Maojiu as they spread their legs and dove into the crowd of Five Blessings' cultivators.

"The Buddha protective spell!" The old demon Bu Le took a step forward, he crossed his wrists and formed the Buddhism Sect's Dharmachakra mudra that bloomed into a puff of dazzling light in the sky abruptly. Three golden dragons' godly appearances spun around triumphantly and shot towards the treasured weapons in the sky as fast as lightning.

The little supreme leader Liu Zheng and the head lama Rangjung stood side by side and firmly grabbed hold of four unfortunate lads that had escaped in fear.

In the sky, countless rogue cultivators' treasured weapons, the Buddhism Sect's protective golden dragon and the Kunlun Sect's sword shield glimmered in colors. They were about to crash into the treasured weapon in a loud bang when suddenly an owl-like howl echoed without a sign. An old woman with a bent back rushed all the way from the foothill and used her body to block against two gushes of mighty torrent converged from the treasured weapons and supernatural powers to everyone's surprise!

The old woman's movements were swift beyond imagination. Her arms were spinning around in midair as if she was pumping air. Whether it was the treasured weapons, flying swords, the supernatural powers summoned from magic conjuration spell or the spiritual beasts released by the cultivators, she grabbed and placed everything onto the surface on the ground one by one. In a flash, the sky was akin to rain, all sorts of treasured weapons that lost its shine dropped onto the ground in a splutter.

The three golden dragons that were summoned by the old demon rabbit were torn apart by her in the blink of an eye. The dragons dissolved into smoke and golden light with an unwilling and raging roar and were blown away by the wind soon.

The situation took place in less than a moment. The supernatural powers that were overbearing and imposing earlier were surprisingly torn away by this old woman here! Other than Chang Li and Cone Nail who were sneering, almost everybody else widened their mouth in astonishment, they dared not believe everything that was taking place before their eyes.

Chang Li observed the expressions of the people around her then she bumped Cone Nail secretively, the two top demon immortals too hastily followed and widened their mouth dully…

Even though the rogue cultivators' cultivation base was unequal in level, every single treasured weapons were hard enough to pierce through metal and cracked stones. Moreover, there were also a few good hands like the Pig, Cat, Red, Army amongst them. Needless to say, the old woman managed to block the golden dragons' godly appearances that were summoned by the old monk even. Terrifyingly, she managed to block the thousands of treasured weapons and supernatural powers that arrived almost simultaneously. Some were large as giant dragons and some were fine as bovine hair that was difficult to distinguish with naked eyes. Every single weapon was grabbed by her and tossed down without exception.

The old woman jumped to the ground. She coughed softly as her murky gaze finally landed on Ji Fei and Shui Jing's faces.

At the sound of a thud, Ji Fei and Shui Jing fell and sat onto the ground, they sat on Wen Bucao's domineering influence…

The old woman spoke with a voice that sounded even less pleasant than a crow that cried so hard its throat turned hoarse, "All the immortal families, the old woman salutes you." She mentioned that she was saluting but her body did not even move once, "It is only because an imminent disaster is upon us, the cultivators in the world are in a life and death situation, that is why the old woman took the liberty to display her skills, she hopes that everyone is magnanimous enough to forgive her."

The mountain peak still remained silent, no one chimed in.

The old woman seemed to have smiled for a while, she pointed to the treasured weapons on the ground, "Everyone please retrieve your immortal tools!"

It was until this point that the rogue cultivators reacted to the situation. They were uninjured despite their treasured weapons were struck, the primordial spirit in their treasured weapons was completely unscathed. The old woman had only depleted the power on the treasured weapons, her level of attainment was controlled into perfection.

Wen Leyang could not stand anymore, he used an inquiring gaze as he looked towards Cone Nail and Chang Li. The two demon immortals simultaneously made the same arrogant expression, they spoke to him using the secret voice transmission, "She is only intentionally showing off, there is nothing remarkable about that!"

Wen Leyang could pick up a tinge of jealousy in their voices, he felt even less sturdy in his heart.

The old woman shocked everybody the moment she made an opening move, even a fool could tell that she was intentionally showing off. Such a top master cultivator that lived in seclusion like her came to Mount Hua. Of course, it was not because she was fighting for the Great Virtue's position…

Everyone shifted their gaze towards Ji Fei and Shui Jing. After all the meeting was hosted by the both of them, the task of interrogating the old woman, which had an exceedingly high danger index, could only be done by the both of them.

Ji Fei took a step forward desperately. His expression was beyond devoted, one could only see this expression on his face when he was serving Chang Li in the past. He spoke in a respectful tone, "The old immortal aunt's cultivation base is exceedingly high, you are capable of averting a tragedy in the cultivation world in between your moves, and even harder to come by is your grand woman's merciful heart. For us these good-for-nothing junior generations, you are willing to travel a great distance and rush over to Mount Hua, Ji Fei's opportunity today to look up to your immortal appearance is worth my lifetime's cultivation base! Will the old immortal aunt please receive my salutation!"

Shui Jing stood behind Ji Fei. Shui Jing chanted Amitabha and followed along the old monk as they knelt down on the ground and bowed to her together.

The old woman zoomed past, she was attempting to dodge these two monks' salutation. Ji Fei and Shui Jing immediately exerted strength on their heels, their heads spun around with the old woman's movement, they insisted to continue the salutation no matter what… when Ji Fei raised his head once again, his face was filled with excitement and also admiration. There was also a sense of heartfelt joy on his face too…

Whether it was the rogue cultivators, the right path or the World Sect, the crowd was cursing in their hearts, for no one had expected that the old monk Ji Fei would avoid talking business but give a huge salute and a series of flattery. Judging by their expression, as soon as the old woman nodded, they would immediately follow her and leave.

The old monk Ji Fei was rather involved himself, his voice was trembling as he asked the old woman, "Will the old immortal aunt please present your immortal's sect, so that the junior generation can know which immortal's lineage and spiritual land is capable of cultivating such an immortal personage like you into mastery!"

Upon saying that, the old monk looked towards the old woman with his face filled with longing as he waited for her answer. A gush of hoarse and violent laughter echoed from the foothill suddenly, "Little monk, let me guide you, the person before your eyes is Grandmother Shudou from Star Reef that is located 450km from the South China Sea!"

In the midst of his wild laughter, an old man glowing in red radiance had already jumped onto the mountain. The moment he arrived on the mountain peak, everybody felt as their entire body was burning as if the thing that had just jumped onto the mountain was not an old man, but a large furnace.

The old monk was still considering if he should continue to flatter the old woman or turn to flatter the old man when a voice that sounded rusty and made the listener wanted to pull out his tongue and polished it on a pumice echoed. There was a metal clanking intent within the hoarse voice, which echoed in layers of the huge mountains, "Little monk, let me guide you, the person before your eyes is the Taoist Master Bao Ri from the Sky-rubbing Cliff of Mount Lao, East China Sea!"

The cultivators who were standing on the edge of the mountain peak were rather self-conscious. They immediately jumped aside with the sound of a rustle. As expected, when the voice stopped, a middle-aged man, who had his yellow exposed skin covered in black metal rust, entered the mountain.

The third voice arrived in quick succession, it was a crisp and clear female voice that was panting a little, as if the act of hiking the mountain was too tiring. Yet, she was unwilling to keep her silence, "Little monk, let me guide you once again, the person before your eyes is Sir Rust from the Qilian Mountains!" Soon after a gush of scented wind floated on the mountain peak, everyone felt as the vision before his eyes darkened. A young woman had jumped up, she was wearing a large red-colored coat and when she walked the fat rolls on her body shook and rustled.

The Rainbow brothers were already the extraordinarily fat men in the mortal world but, as compared to this young woman before their eyes, they could only be described as slim.

The four persons who ascended the mountain in succession laughed aloud upon meeting each other. They acted as if they were old friends that had not seen each other in years.

The old monk Ji Fei was guided thrice by the other party. He did not know what to say, his mouth was agape in astonishment as he stood absentmindedly there. On the contrary, it was Wen Buzuo, who had a maniacal smile on his face, as he casually asked the last fat woman who ascended the mountain, "Immortal aunt, why don't you guide me too, how may I address your grand old woman?"

The moment Wen Buzuo spoke, the fat woman immediately smiled at him, "I am Ji Budao from the Red-base Cave of Changbai Mountains. They call me the hot immortal aunt, you can address me as 'sister'!" As she was saying that, her eyes were lustful as she winked at Wen Buzuo.

Wen Buzuo could even feel that goosebumps erupting on his tongue, he forcefully swallowed back the questions that he was about to ask.

The name of Ji Budao formed a pleasing contrast with the siblings Bushuo and Buzuo's names.

The four persons, who ascended the mountain completely, disregarded everybody else. They made small talks and laughed to their own pleasure. It was apparent that they were of the same status and position. It was estimated that their cultivation base and supernatural power was almost the same too. Not only Wen Leyang but almost everybody else was feeling a little terrified, since when did these four monsters pop out under the heaven?

If they were to participate in the battle of right and evil, then no family was capable of protecting the rogue cultivators who only wanted to keep out of the affair.

The fat woman hot immortal aunt asked the other three people with her crisp and sharp voice, "Where is Xiao Sang, why is he not here?"

The rest of the three persons shook their heads, the red-faced Taoist Master Bao Ri frowned, "That young lad is always lingering here and there, who knows if he would appear right now!"

The fat woman shook her head, "We have already agreed on this, he should be coming here, perhaps… he is held up on the way…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the old man Bao Ri, "Who is capable of holding him up? Heh-heh, or else, we will need to trouble the Ji family's sister, to visit the Great Drum Pit and capture this young lad from his lair?" His choice of words was enigmatic, while his tone of speaking was penetrating with a gush of an insensible smile.

The fat woman's face turned into a red cloth, every single piece of her fat flesh on her entire body was shaking. She forcefully feigned the shy look on her face that was covered in oil as she spoke affectionately, "Mount Heng is too far away, I cannot walk that far…"

Grandmother Shudou waved her hand and interrupted them. She diverted the topic and she looked towards Bao Ri as she spoke, "You have invited us all the way from a great distance, yet you have never invited Wu Dudu on Mount Hua's territory, whose idea is this!"

Bao Ri acted much more sensibly towards the old woman. He shook his head sternly, "Old Wu is charged with an important task, even though he is within a stone's throw away, it is best that we do not startle him first…"

Cone Nail's expression did not change but Chang Li's eyes brightened quietly, she gestured a nine at Wen Leyang first, then she gestured a six. Wen Leyang nodded gently, he was feeling beyond astonished in his heart.

From the Star Reef that was located 450km from the South China Sea, the person with a bent body was Grandmother Shudou.

From the Sky-rubbing Cliff of Mount Lao from the East China Sea, the red-faced old man Bao Ri.

From the Qilian Mountains' Gold-consuming Lair. the middle-aged Sir Rust.

From the Red-base Cave of Changbai Mountains, the fat woman Hot Immortal Aunt.

In addition to the people who they mentioned, there were Xiao Sang from the Great Drum Pit of Mount Heng, Wu Dudu from Mount Hua…

When Wen Shulin was under Tian Yin's detainment, he calculated nine locations, the six locations firmly matched those places at this moment. It was quite unlikely that everything was just a coincidence.

If these people before his eyes were truly related to the nine locations where Wen Shulin calculated, then what was their relationship to Xiang Liu? What was their relationship to the monkey Qian Ren? Six of the nine locations were involved, how about the other three locations? Wen Leyang's mind was a complete mess, he had only felt this when he was taking the mathematics examination for his middle school certificate.

Fei Fei also quietly procured her cellphone and sent a text message to Xiao Sha. The monkey Qian Ren was supposed to look for someone in Mount Heng's Great Drum Pit, yet unexpectedly before he went over, the people who came to this place had mentioned of this location. Xiao Sha held his breath and rushed all the way, he had already left the deep mountain and hiked the Goddess Peak when he received the text message. He squalled in rage and turned around as he returned to warn the monkey Qian Ren.

The old monk Ji Fei was trying to suppress his throbbing heartbeat with great effort. He was about to speak when the old demon rabbit's voice echoed from the side, "These four persons' cultivation base are all too deep to be fathomable, be careful when you are dealing with them!"

Ji Fei's newly mustered courage was immediately melted away by the old demon rabbit's words.

The old demon rabbit had only launched the Esoteric skill of Buddhist Voice when the four persons simultaneously turned around and looked at him. Grandmother Shudou sneered, "Speak frankly if you have anything to speak, there is no need to hide and cover!" Following that, the old woman raised her head strenuously, she asked in slight puzzlement, "Who is your family's grand master? Is he as competent as us?"

The old demon rabbit had yet to speak when Wen Buzuo smiled and continued the topic, "My family's grand master is a famous personage, if there is an opportunity, his grand old man will certainly become fast friends with you!"

Grandmother Shudou no longer acknowledged them, she lowered her head as she walked to the side quietly. Her body was bent in an unusually severe manner, other than when she raised her head to speak, her old face was constantly facing the ground.

The four monsters discussed amongst each other softly and finally, the old man Bao Ri, who came from Mount Lao of East China Sea, took a step forward.

Everyone was initially waiting for them to speak. When they saw that someone finally walked out in the end, they shut their mouths and stopped speaking. Bao Ri's eyes rolled around, his gaze swept past everyone on the scene first, only then he smiled as if he was rather satisfied. He had utterly disregarded the presence of Five Blessings' master cultivators as he spoke, "The four of us are here to disturb you because we truly have our inevitable difficulties, we wish that our fellow cultivator friends can be magnanimous enough to forgive us." As he was saying that, his hands were folded and raised in front of his face, he gave two symbolic salutations, "Grandmother Shudou's words earlier were truly a fact, at this moment, in the cultivation world…Imminent! Disaster! Is! Here!"

As the old man spoke the final four words, he suddenly emphasized his tone. Wen Leyang could only feel as if a train zoomed past his ears, his brain was humming continuously from the aftershock! He discovered in surprise that he almost failed to resist the loud roar. To his surprise, Fei Fei did not faint. Judging by her expression, it seemed that she had the similar sensation as him. It was only then Wen Leyang suddenly understood that the four words that were shouted from old man's mouth, the power of his voice traveled into each person's ears differently. It was based on the people's cultivation base on the scene, such that everyone was feeling the similar level of uneasiness.

Chang Li's expression cooled down and Cone Nail's face had also regained her prior piteous appearance…

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