Chapter 69

Hu Xiaotian chuckled and said, "Old bald monk, you can't even save your own life, yet you still dare to talk big. Isn't your left chest aching slightly? If you press between your fifth and sixth ribs, doesn't it feel a bit painful?"

Wuxing suspected that the kid was trying to trick him, but he still pressed as instructed. No matter who pressed there, it would hurt. Wuxing drew in a sharp breath.

"Isn't your chest feeling a bit heavy, as if a stone is pressing on it? Your heart is beating faster, and your lips are a bit dry."

Wuxing was naturally suspicious, and the more suspicious a person was, the more likely they were to fall for psychological tricks. He glared at Hu Xiaotian with intense hatred, but inside, he was extremely frightened. He secretly thought, "Could this kid really have poisoned the dagger?" What Hu Xiaotian described were the symptoms of blood loss in a normal person. Wuxing's left leg was bleeding profusely, which would naturally cause such symptoms. Hu Xiaotian used this to his advantage, employing psychological tactics to keep Wuxing under pressure. The longer the time dragged on, the more obvious Wuxing's symptoms of blood loss would become, and his strength would decrease, which would be to Hu Xiaotian's advantage.

Hu Xiaotian said, "Now, kneel on the ground and kowtow to me three times, then call me 'Grandpa' three times. Maybe I'll spare your life."

Wuxing roared, "Little brat, I'll take your life even if it costs me mine!"

Hu Xiaotian laughed, "Old bald monk, you really don't know when to quit. I'm standing right here. If you have the guts, come and catch me!"

Wuxing tapped the ground with his staff, and his body suddenly flew up.

Hu Xiaotian had planned everything but didn't expect the cripple to be able to fly. Seeing Wuxing use the staff to leap into the air like a large bird, covering over ten yards in a single bound, Hu Xiaotian turned and ran. "I clearly stabbed him, how can he still be so strong and even fly? Damn, it looks like their body structure is really different from mine. How can he fly so high?"

As Wuxing flew a certain distance, his body naturally began to fall back to the ground. Just before he landed, he tapped the ground again with his staff, and his body flew up once more. After two consecutive leaps, he was less than a yard away from Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian suddenly raised a bundle in his hand and threw it at Wuxing's face. Wuxing opened his palm and slapped it, shattering the cloth bag with a "slap!" A cloud of red powder spread out. Wuxing tried to dodge, but it was too late. He inhaled a bit of the powder and immediately felt a strong irritation, sneezing uncontrollably. This made things worse, as the powder entered his mouth, nose, and eyes, causing a burning sensation everywhere. Wuxing's eyes involuntarily closed, and tears streamed down his face. He realized that the kid had thrown chili powder, cursing the boy for his underhanded tactics.

Earlier, Hu Xiaotian had seen chili powder among the items on the horse. It was something Huo Fu carried for his own use, not to fight enemies. But Hu Xiaotian quickly thought of a way to turn it into a weapon.

When Wuxing approached Hu Xiaotian, Hu Xiaotian wanted to use the chili powder, but he hesitated. If he threw it, it would affect both of them, and he might get choked too. So he put the idea aside.

Now, with the situation critical and the rain temporarily stopping, it was the perfect time to use this weapon. Hu Xiaotian, the opportunist, wouldn't miss such a chance. He threw the entire bag of chili powder.

Although Wuxing's martial arts were superior to Hu Xiaotian's, he was clearly not a top-tier expert. If it had been a rock, he might have dodged it, but a bag of chili powder was a different story. Wuxing's slap, though satisfying, had disastrous consequences.

Struck by the chili powder, Wuxing fell like a bird with broken wings, but he managed to land steadily.

How could Hu Xiaotian miss this opportunity to strike while the iron was hot? He picked up a thick bamboo stick from the ground and swung it.

Wuxing was still suffering from the effects of the chili powder, and his senses were severely impaired. As soon as he landed, the bamboo stick hit his left cheek, causing his bald head to spin to the right, and two shiny teeth flew out.

Hu Xiaotian, full of vigor, raised the bamboo stick and, with all his strength, delivered a standard "Mountain Splitting" strike. With a "thud," it hit Wuxing's forehead.

Wuxing fell straight to the ground, his staff flying to the side.

Hu Xiaotian, more cautious than Wuxing, knew that he had used a ruse to deceive Wuxing and that Wuxing might try the same trick. He raised the two-yard-long bamboo stick and aimed it at Wuxing's crotch, gritting his teeth, "You old bastard, you wanted to touch my food, I'll make you childless!" He thrust the bamboo stick with all his might, hitting Wuxing's crotch.

Sure enough, Wuxing was faking unconsciousness. He had planned to use the same tactic to counterattack, but in front of the cunning Hu Xiaotian, Wuxing was like a pure child. Hu Xiaotian was not only meticulous but also ruthless. This blow made Wuxing roll and urinate, and he fainted with a scream. Even if he didn't die today, he would have lost half his life.

Hu Xiaotian, fearing a trick, thrust the bamboo stick into Wuxing's crotch two more times. In the world, there were few who would be as ruthless to a monk as Hu Xiaotian.

Hu Xiaotian confirmed that Wuxing had lost all ability to resist before approaching and tying him up with a rope. He didn't kill Wuxing because he didn't know the condition of the other five companions and needed to keep Wuxing alive in case he needed to find an antidote.

Following the light, Hu Xiaotian came to Wuxing's meditation room. He peered through the window and saw Murong Feiyun lying on the ground, her hands and feet bound. She was still unconscious from the drug. Seeing that her clothes were intact, Hu Xiaotian finally felt relieved. The package was still good, just with a few more bindings, and the contents were untouched.

Hu Xiaotian confirmed that there were no other monks around, pushed the door open, and walked in. He picked up Murong Feiyun and called softly, "Feiyun, Feiyun!" He shook her gently, but it had no effect. Murong Feiyun was still deeply asleep.

Hu Xiaotian looked at the table and saw a bowl of cold water. He picked it up and splashed it on Murong Feiyun's face, but she still had no reaction. The drug used by the evil monks was very strong. Hu Xiaotian looked at Murong Feiyun's beautiful face and sighed, "She really is beautiful, but she's so fierce, lacking the grace of a woman."

Hu Xiaotian put Murong Feiyun back on the ground and returned to the courtyard. The rain had started to get heavier. The cold rain drenched Wuxing, and he gradually regained consciousness.

Hu Xiaotian squatted beside him, took out a surgical blade, and waved it in front of Wuxing, saying menacingly, "Hand over the antidote, or I'll cut hundreds of wounds on your body and let you bleed to death."

Wuxing laughed wildly, a terrifying and insane laugh. He said nothing, just laughed uncontrollably. Hu Xiaotian, growing impatient, punched him in the nose, causing Wuxing to bleed and fall backward.

Hu Xiaotian followed, pressing the blade to Wuxing's throat, "Old bald monk, do you think I'm joking? Do you want me to castrate you first?"

Wuxing, mouth full of blood, said, "If you want to kill me, just do it. Why humiliate me?"

Hu Xiaotian said, "I like it!" and punched Wuxing in the face again. The punch was so hard that Wuxing fainted. Hu Xiaotian searched Wuxing's body and found a green porcelain bottle. He unscrewed the cap and sniffed it, but the pungent, foul smell made him sneeze several times. Hu Xiaotian took the bottle back to the room and aimed it at Murong Feiyun's nose. Just as he was about to open the bottle, his eyes fell on Murong Feiyun's white, flawless neck. A mischievous idea came to him, and he leaned down, kissing her neck hard until it bled, then he laughed, "Delicious!"

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