The Immortal's Poison Chapter 165

Albeit crude and rough, Qin Zhui was not a domineering person. Otherwise, the knife thrust that was struck towards Wen Leyang earlier would not lack supernatural power.

He admired Wen Leyang from the bottom of his heart. From his point of view, Wen Leyang was just an ordinary person, but Wen Leyang's peculiar punching method was no less inferior than his. Moreover, Wen Leyang was much more knowledgeable than him. Wen Leyang understood that the process of Force-Hide came after Force-Enter and Force-Break came after Force-Hide. He was unaware of that despite he was the one refining in the 'Force magical power'.

In the beginning, Qin Zhui did not plan to come to the Nine Peaks Mountain, he thought of looking for a place where he could drown himself in sorrow. Yet, no matter what he did, the grief in his heart would not vanish. There was no other way to distract himself other than venting his hatred with the knife. However, he did not expect that his spiteful emotion corresponded perfectly to the conception from Force-Enter to Force-Hide.

The process of Force-Enter was when the heaven and earth melted into the knife force. To put it bluntly, it was based on the word 'borrow', borrowing force from the heaven and earth. While Force-Hide was to abandon the original heaven and earth and his own knife to mold the surrounding, devoting particular attention to the word 'create', creating the heaven and earth, declaring the shape of the world. Underneath his knife, he ruled with his own supremacy. From borrowing to creating, the most important breakthrough was that he must forget about the original heaven and earth. Qin Zhui wished that he could forget about how hideous he was back then. In addition to his cultivation in the Gold-Consuming Lair, he had already cultivated the process of Force-Enter to its greatest extent since the beginning. That was why he could reach a breakthrough in just a few days.

Every time a person who engaged in cultivation achieved a breakthrough in a new level of cultivation method, his mind would also attain a further level of improvement. That was why, regardless of the big or small demon rabbit or Tian Shu or Cone Nail, all of these rare strong personages were old monsters that possessed meticulous thinking and could plan carefully, taking into account every conceivable possibility. Of course, Wen Leyang's method had his own style, he was the exception…

Upon cultivating into Force-Hide, Qin Zhui's thoughts seemed to become more flexible. Wen Bucao's disciples were not a sect in the cultivation world, moreover, they were established in the world with their poison, in the eyes of the Five Blessings of the right path, they were an unorthodox family. How could the One Word Palace betroth their beloved daughter to Wen Leyang? Initially, Qin Zhui did not think of this at all. Once Qin Zhui figured out the link, he found a new hope. That was when he ascended the Nine Peaks Mountain, in hope that Nineteen would keep her promise.

Qin Zhui's words occasionally sounded relaxed and delightful, penetrating with the joy of a youth's love promise; occasionally sounded fair and resonant accompanied by the happiness of achieving a breakthrough in his method; yet occasionally sounded lowered and negative with the dejection of a heartbreak that could not be concealed. However, there was no embarrassment that was felt from recounting the relationship between a man and a woman since the beginning. The resonance between two lovers was supposed to be as open as the day. The passion of a man and a woman was even more of a natural instinct in the human world since ancient times!

Upon hearing Qin Zhui's words, Wen Buzuo heaved a long breath of relief. He stretched out his finger and pointed towards Nineteen who was standing on the opposite side. Her expression had already returned to her prior neutrality, "Little girl, this is your fault…"

Before Wen Buzuo began his long-winded speech, Nineteen shook her head and interrupted, "Too much talk is useless." Following that her crystal clear eyes looked up and peered at Qin Zhui deeply, "I am severely injured because I was saving Wen Leyang's lover, if you are still discontented about our appointment in the past, then he will fight on behalf of me!"

Wen Leyang's eyes brightened in a flash, he was on the same side as Qin Zhui since the beginning. His eyes were glimmering as he looked towards Nineteen, "It is not a problem for me to fight on behalf of you, but if I were to lose, then you must keep your promise and don't back out!"

Nineteen nodded, she laughed in a pleasing manner. Her appearance was not as breathtaking as Chang Li, not as pure as Xiaoyi, not as bold and elegant as Mumu, not as lovingly pathetic as Cone Nail that made one could not stop loving her from the first sight. She appeared like an ordinary woman at first glance, but upon closer inspection, her exquisiteness that was easily neglected by others and her well-proportioned features that could surprisingly become an indistinguishable beauty that made one could not take his eyes off her. 

This time even the circumspect and farsighted monk Bu Le and the few elders laughed. After living together for a while, they had good impressions of Nineteen. However, the relationship between the Wen Bucao and One Word Palace was still veiled by a layer of mist filled with conspiracy. They had been alert and vigilant all along. Hence, if Nineteen and Qin Zhui were to live happily ever after, that would be a joyous event for them as well.

The demon rabbit Bu Le patted his chest loudly in order to vouch for Nineteen, "Don't worry little girl. If First Brother Xia and Second Brother Ma don't approve and look for trouble, I will make decisions for you. The Great Mercy Temple will make decisions for you too!" Upon saying that, he poked the big monk Hope Aware that was standing by his side. The old demon rabbit Bu Le had been hiding his identity in the Great Mercy Temple all along, other than the little stutterer Hope Voice and the abbot Shan Duan, no one knew about his position. However, after the fierce battle of the Weeping Buddha, the few seats of honor of the Great Mercy Temple understood that this bald old man who pretended to be Wen Bule was the real boss behind the scene.

Hope Aware was stunned for a moment. He was at a loss whether to cry or laugh, he could only nod in desperation. The Buddhist monks of the Great Mercy Temple were bound by solemn Buddhist vow after all. Yet, they were surprisingly helping another party to fight for his wife right now.

Anyone would know that Wen Leyang would lose the battle. Nineteen seized the opportunity to make everyone understood the situation, yet unexpectedly Nineteen shook her head, "All of you belittle him a little too much." As she was saying that, she stretched out her delicate finger and pointed towards Qin Zhui that was far away.

As expected, Qin Zhui walked in quick strides to the front of Wen Leyang. His tone of speaking was sonorous yet determined, "If you were to intentionally yield to me and I see through your trick, I will cut my throat on the spot! Qin Zhui is a person who keeps his word. I have always done what I said!"

Wen Leyang gave an oh no. His face was filled with astonishment. Before he could speak, Qin Zhui continued once again, "If you were to intentionally lose to me, and I don't see through your trick, then please let the muscles and vessels of my body shatter entirely, let my blood coagulate into ice, break my bones but keep me alive for ten years! Qin Zhui respects and loves her, he hopes that he can travel the world with her and have a few children that so they can learn martial art from me, but I will not do it by depending on you losing to me! The Wens must think highly of me, so don't you lose to me. I am not afraid to be defeated, I only fear if I lose in an unsatisfying manner!"

No one expected that Qin Zhui would curse himself in his vow, such that Wen Leyang could not cheat.

Wen Leyang scoffed. He pointed towards Qin Zhui for a long while, before he cursed ferociously, "You really are an unreasonable fellow!"

The old demon rabbit Bu Le sneered, "See, I told you so."

Within the eyes of Nineteen, a strand of disappointment flashed past quietly. Despite her helplessness, this was Qin Zhui's character that she loved to death.

On the other hand, Qin Zhui burst out laughing, "If I can't win this battle, then I will stay here. Worst come to worst I will train for another few years. Sooner or later there will come a day I will win the battle!"

Wen Buzuo directly spat a mouthful of spit onto the ground, "Unreasonable person, why can't you think about this. During that period, Nineteen will be married to Wen Leyang by then!" Before his voice died away, suddenly a gaze that was colder than a knife, shot out from the two most beautiful girls of the village, cutting ferociously into his face.

Qin Zhui appeared savage, he directly raised the Tang Knife in his hand, "We will discuss that later after we fight!" His knife chopped straight and mercilessly struck towards Wen Leyang.

Wen Leyang suddenly understood what he meant by Force-Hide! Within the Tang Knife, a portion of the heaven and earth's force was hidden, it bloomed following the knife without control. This knife was Qin Zhui's world! Wen Leyang could either retreat and escape the world that was drawn out by Qin Zhui with his knife; or Wen Leyang could advance, and used his Faulty Punch to confront the tough with toughness with the opposing party. If Wen Leyang did not remold his body and bones underneath the Nine Peaks Mountain, he had utterly no way to resist this knife here.

Qin Zhui's knife force was albeit incisive, but in Wen Leyang's eyes right now, he was always slower by just a tiny bit. Whether from the point of view of a cultivator or a martial art practitioner, this tiny bit of difference was enough to determine his life or death and was enough to cultivate for centuries! However, Wen Leyang was rather puzzled, he had just remolded his body and bones, he still could not master his strength. For example, he just wanted to shake the houses earlier, yet he pulverized the houses into dust. He was afraid that once he struck a blow he would harm Qin Zhui. If he were to truly injure Qin Zhui then it was still fine. Wen Leyang was haunted by the thought that the moment he threw his one punch, Qin Zhui would explode and be killed.

There was a fine line of difference that caused the difference between the heaven and earth. Wen Leyang's strength right now was no less inferior than when the old demon rabbit was in full bloom, while Qin Zhui's supernatural power was no match to the little demon rabbit Shan Duan.

Wen Leyang was helpless. He could not attack so he could only retreat. His body swayed once and he dodged the moment before the knife force surrounded him and turned the world.

Qin Zhui's knife missed, he gave a huh in confusion, following that he praised loudly, "Very well! Again!" Following that, his glimmering knife chopped down once again…

He chopped continuously for seven times. Every struck he made was missed. Every time when Wen Leyang was almost disappearing, he simultaneously appeared in front of Qin Zhui. After every knife failed to surround Wen Leyang, the tremendous force was dispersed off by the wind and did not crash onto the ground.

Even the junior disciples of Wen Bucao could see that if the force that was contained in the few strikes solidified, their housing land would be destroyed entirely by now.

Qin Zhui failed to chop onto the enemy. He kept his knife and stopped, as he stared at Wen Leyang and asked, "Why don't you strike back?"

Wen Leyang did not attempt to lie. He gave an honest forced laugh, "I am still doubting my strength right now, I dare not simply strike."

Qin Zhui frowned, he considered for a moment before speaking with difficulty, "I am no match for you. I missed the first strike and I missed the rest of the strikes. If I were to cultivate the process of Force-Hide into mastery, one strike is enough already!"

Wen Leyang lowered his head and heaved a sigh, he did not know what to say, but he utterly did not expect that when he raised his eyes once again, the Tang knife once again shaved towards his head, he squalled in rage, "That's cheating!", as he avoided the knife far away.

Qin Zhui did not halt at all. He raised the Tang knife high as he continuously stabbed and chopped. He could still find time to speak with a bold and straightforward manner, "I am not cheating. Even though I fail to harm you, there is no reason for me to admit defeat! The person with the surname Qin never admits his defeat. You can either strike back and kill me with one punch, or avoid all you like until I am so tired I can no longer lift the knife, Nineteen is just standing right there…and she's sitting down now, how can I abandon my knife and admit defeat!"

It was unknown since when Nineteen had pulled over a chair and sat down. Her eyes were glimmering with a graceful smile, as she watched Qin Zhui closely, from the top to the bottom, over and over again.

Wen Leyang had completely understood that Qin Zhui lived up to everyone's expectation, he was honestly an unreasonable person, his knife never stopped moving, it seemed that he still had the strength to continue for at least an hour and a half.

The knife whistled in the Wen family village. The shadows of two strong men plundered recklessly akin to the wind. There was not a moment's pause in between. By the time the moon rose to the middle of the sky, Wen Leyang became steady and sure. He considered this as an opportunity to practice his method, his power was vastly enhanced earlier, when a master cultivator came and started attacking him, this was considered a rather fine opportunity.

The people in the village were watching in excitement in the beginning. However, the more they watched, the more bored they became. It was supposed to be a fighting tournament, but it turned into a marathon. Everyone dispersed off and returned to their plastic tent, Xiaoyi did not possess any martial art skill. In addition, she had guarded next to Wen Leyang for half a month, she could no longer hold up right now. She leaned in Mumu's cradle as she fell asleep.

On the other hand, Nineteen did not move at all. She watched the both of them silently. Underneath the reflection of the peaceful moonlight, her face appeared a little pale.

The entire night had passed, Wen Leyang continued to avoid as he asked Qin Zhui, "How long are we doing this?"

Qin Zhui threw a punch as he chopped down with his knife. He answered in an honest manner, "Still a little while longer!"

At the sound of a crash, Wen Buzuo pushed back the curtain on the shed as he exited, he stretched his body lazily towards the brightening sky, as he laughed, "Yoohoo, still running are we? Run anymore and you will miss breakfast…"

Before he could finish his sentence, a series of uproar broke out from underneath the village. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed messily, there was a total of thirty to forty burly chaps, who were dragging a distinctive and gigantic rubber sack strenuously. They ascended the mountain while panting. The leader stood outside the village and shouted loudly, "Who is Wen Leyang? We are delivering the item that Gu Xiaojun promised you!"

Wen Leyang avoided a strike and looked towards the rubber sack that was a few dozens of meters long. He was suddenly enlightened. He laughed as he called out to the people of the village, "They have delivered the corpse of Ning Jiao!"

The four family elders, First Uncle Wen Tunhai, Bushuo, Buzuo and the rest were delighted. They walked in quick strides towards the rubber sack, Ning Jiao was a legendary poisonous beast. Its corpse, for the disciples of Wen Bucao, was the best treasure in the world!

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