Chapter 88

Two disciples of the Hundred Toxins Sect blocked Chu He’s path. Their faces and entire bodies were shrouded in a hazy black mist, making it impossible to see what they looked like.

Within that layer of black mist, five vague shapes occasionally appeared: a scorpion, a snake, a centipede, a toad, and a spider.

The five poisons converged and blended, clearly indicating the cultivation of the Xiantian realm. If they advanced to the Yuandan realm in the future, they could transform poisons into realistic physical attacks, which ordinary methods could not break. Even magical treasures would be contaminated if exposed for too long, truly formidable.

With two Xiantian realm cultivators flanking him, Chu He found himself in a headache-inducing situation. However, the circular blade in his hand had already taken the initiative, transforming into a white light and slicing toward the Hundred Toxins Sect disciple on the right.

The two disciples, recognizing Chu He’s cultivation from his aura, sneered inwardly at his attack, deeming him reckless and ignorant of his own mortality.

Although they held him in contempt, they did not hold back. The order from above was to leave no living thing, to resolve the matter quickly. If they failed in their assigned area, they would face severe consequences.

The disciple on the right released a golden light, which expanded against the wind, transforming into a giant net several dozen feet wide. The net was interwoven with various sharp weapons, each gleaming with a dark ink-like substance, clearly laced with poison.

The disciple on the left also released his magical treasure, a Blood-Transforming Flying Sword, which could split into numerous small blood-colored sword beams. If a single beam grazed the opponent’s skin, the poison would seep in, even Xiantian True Qi would struggle to resist its effects.

However, just as he was about to lock onto Chu He and release the sword beams, a sudden sense of urgency gripped his heart, changing his mind.

Such a sudden sense of urgency, if it appeared, was a sign that his spiritual awareness had detected a problem. It was a subtle response from the interaction between heaven and man, a rare premonition of danger for a Xiantian realm cultivator. How could he not take immediate precautions?

A crisp “snap!” sounded as the sword beams met the incoming object. Unexpectedly, the sword beams were suddenly coated in a thin layer of ice, and the connection between him and his magical treasure became more obscure.

“Boom!” His True Qi erupted, immediately shattering the thin ice. But a faint shadow flashed, and another attack came.

He did not expect that he could not even capture the opponent’s figure and was already in a state of disarray after just a few moves.

With Xiao Bai entangling one of the Hundred Toxins Sect disciples, Chu He found it much easier to deal with the other.

“Creak!” The circular blade cut into the golden net, but despite its rapid rotation and grinding, it was ineffective. The net continued to descend, and the difference in quality between the magical treasures became apparent.

As the net tightened, the various sharp weapons on it exploded, releasing black gas that enveloped Chu He from all directions.

“Done!” The Hundred Toxins Sect disciple, expressionless, awaited the moment when the highly toxic golden net would wrap around Chu He and constrict, turning him into a puddle of foul water within a few breaths.

Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on his feet, and a powerful force pressed down on him.

A geomagnetic spell? When did he cast it? How could he have failed to notice it?

“Boom!” A burst of flames erupted in an oval shape above Chu He, slowing the descent of the giant net. Taking advantage of this gap, Chu He rode the Flying Cloud Leap to escape.

The Hundred Toxins Sect disciple’s pupils contracted: What exquisite control of the spell! To control the release point of the explosive flame spell at such close range, reducing the backlash to almost nothing, was truly beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

In a flash, his Xiantian True Qi erupted, breaking free from the geomagnetic spell. Several beams of light shot out from his sleeves, aiming directly at the approaching Chu He.

“Snap!” White light expanded, cold air rolled, forming a fog that easily sealed the several beams of light.

An ice-sealing spell? The Hundred Toxins Sect disciple had no time to be surprised by what sealed his beams of light. Another tight grip enveloped him. A geomagnetic spell? Damn it!

This curse became his last thought, along with the question of why the golden net’s toxins did not affect Chu He.

In an instant, a green lightning bolt as thick as an arm suddenly struck, easily turning him into a charred lump.

Wood Deity Lightning, a mid-grade treasure spell. With his lower Xiantian realm cultivation and no magical treasure to protect him, he could not withstand even one strike.

After the battle in the Thousand Serpents Pit, Chu He’s use of spells had become more proficient, and his timing for using them was more precise. Combined with the ability of the Cleansing Fire to resist all poisons, a lower Xiantian realm cultivator, especially a disciple of the Hundred Toxins Sect, was no match for him in a close encounter.

“Bullying me for being in the Qi Condensation realm? You don’t even know how you died!” After dealing with him, Chu He casually took his storage ring and then turned to help Xiao Bai. There was no way to change his habit of looting the dead, which had become deeply ingrained.

In fact, he was so calm because he saw that Xiao Bai had the upper hand.

The Hundred Toxins Sect disciple entangled by Xiao Bai was in great distress. Although his magical treasure temporarily protected him, the bone-chilling cold made him extremely uncomfortable.

Since entering the Xiantian realm, he had been immune to cold and heat. Today, however, he was forced to relive the long-forgotten, unbearable cold, which was becoming increasingly severe, making him feel as if life were not worth living.

Chu He’s intervention immediately freed him. Two mid-grade explosive flame spells sent him flying, his fate unknown.

Solving the immediate threat within a few breaths, Chu He quickly flew toward the mountain waist.

Behind him, the beams of light exploded like fireworks, creating a vivid and colorful display. But beneath their brilliance, rivers of blood flowed.

Raising the Flying Cloud Leap higher, he could clearly see that black mist was rising from all directions. He did not know what kind of formation the enemies had set up. A formation that could cover an area of over a thousand feet was not simple, and Chu He did not dare to charge through it recklessly.

Fortunately, the mountain waist was clearly illuminated by the beams of light, piercing through the black mist, serving as a guiding light. Occasionally, flying sword spells and large fireballs would fly out, providing support in the surrounding area. It seemed that the enemies had concentrated their attacks on the alchemy site and had not yet reached the mountain waist.

Unable to guarantee a safe breakthrough through the formation and unsure of the number of enemies around, it was better to escape the困境 first and regroup at the mountain waist.

There were still many Qing Ling Mountain disciples who had broken through the encirclement. Chu He joined them and retreated to the mountain waist.

“Poison Dove, don’t push us too far! Qing Ling Mountain is not afraid of your Hundred Toxins Sect. Once the deadlock is set, see how you will resolve it!” A roar suddenly echoed through the air, like a spring thunder, shaking the surroundings.

Following the roar, a white sword beam shot out, forming a bridge in an instant, connecting the alchemy site to the mountain waist.

Whether it was the black mist or the Hundred Toxins Sect disciples blocking the sword beam, they were easily crushed, unable to withstand even a single strike.

Chu He saw a middle-aged cultivator standing majestically in the air, a white beam of light circling his body like lightning, exuding the aura of a true cultivator, unmatched for the moment.

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