Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Rebellious

The Pristine Poison King’s words enlightened the others. Murderous intent flared from them.

“Even if you silence me today, my master will investigate this matter and figure out who the culprits are. Are you sure you want to go all the way?” the middle-aged man asked.

“Let’s quickly end it,” the Pristine Poison King said. “He’s dragging for time. That old man might be on his way to fetch them.”

All the cultivators quickly brought out their weapons to attack the duo.

The middle-aged man roared, and a peach blossom wooden sword whizzed out of his sleeves to fend against the attacks. Meanwhile, he tried to search for an opening for him and Li Huafeng to escape.

“Interesting. Spare that lad’s life. He must be decently talented, else the Cloudless Monastery wouldn’t have such high hopes for him,” the Pristine Poison King said.

He was referring to Li Huafeng.

Cultivators were selfish. The fact that the middle-aged man was still protecting Li Huafeng despite being in a spot spoke a lot.

“Junior, it might be the end for us today,” the middle-aged man said in despair.

The cultivators attacking him were all either ninth stage or tenth stage Ki Refinement. While they were only unaffiliated cultivators, he still wouldn’t last long against them.

“Pristine Poison King, don’t just sit around and watch!” one of the unaffiliated cultivators howled in dissatisfaction.

The Pristine Poison King flicked his finger, and a green light fell on the middle-aged man’s ki barrier. The ki barrier immediately began to corrode.

All of the unaffiliated cultivators attacking the middle-aged man anxiously backed away, not wanting to come into contact with the poison.

“Ah!!”

The middle-aged man howled. The green poison aura had seeped into his body and was swiftly spreading all over.

Li Huafeng hurriedly backed away while eyeing this sight in horror.

“Junior, run away…”

The middle-aged man slowly fell to his knees. By the time he raised his head once more, the flesh and blood on his face had already corroded, revealing the bones beneath.

Li Huafeng anxiously tried to flee, but one of the cultivators kicked him back. His inner ki was futile against their spirit ki.

“Don’t kill me! I’m willing to slave away for you. It hasn’t been long since I joined the Cloudless Monastery, and I haven’t even forged my immortal vein!” Li Huafeng kneeled on the floor and kowtowed to the Pristine Poison King. “I have a cultivation aptitude of seven tolls. Spare me, and I’ll be useful to you!”

The middle-aged man was taken aback. Disappointment was reflected in his unmelted eyes.

My master has judged wrongly this time around. My junior is actually a spineless coward…

“A cultivation aptitude of seven tolls?! No wonder! Hahaha!” The Pristine Poison King’s eyes lit up before bursting into laughter. “No wonder that old man from the Cloudless Monastery took you in as his disciple. No wonder that fellow is determined to save you even at the expense of his life! It’s rare for anyone to have talent like yours.”

The unaffiliated cultivators were conflicted. Some were envious. Some were skeptical. Some were jealous.

Most of their cultivation aptitude was two tolls or three tolls, and by the time they became a cultivator, they were already past the golden cultivation age. Most sects wouldn’t even spare a glance at them.

If they had a cultivation aptitude of seven tolls, they might have already reached twelfth stage Ki Refinement or even Foundation Establishment by now.

“Lad, I’ll take you in as my disciple if you aren’t lying. You shall learn poison arts with me. However, you’ll have to earn my trust first… End him yourself,” the Pristine Poison King pointed at the middle-aged man as he said.

Li Huafeng charged at the middle-aged man and furiously stabbed his dagger into the latter’s body. “I’m sorry, senior… But I want to live!!!”

Pu pu pu!

Blood splattered everywhere. The middle-aged man stared intently at Li Huafeng as life slowly receded from his eyes.

The middle-aged man was already dead, but Li Huafeng continued to stab him. He stabbed over a hundred times before fearfully turning to the Pristine Poison King.

“Elder, I have already done what you told me to. Please take me in as your disciple. I’m willing to devote my life to serving you!”

“This fellow…”

The cultivators exchanged fearful looks.

If the Pristine Poison King took that lad in as his disciple, there would likely be another terrifying malevolent cultivator in decades to come.

“Of course.” The Pristine Poison King nodded with a smile. “Hand over the cultivation method you purchased from the auction.”

“Yes, master!” Li Huafeng quickly grabbed a manual from the middle-aged man’s body before running over to the Pristine Poison King.

Tak tak tak.

The unaffiliated cultivators tensed up. Li Huafeng’s footsteps stopped too.

All of them looked in the same direction. A person with closed eyes emerged from the forest, looking as if he hadn’t seen the tragedy that had just unfolded.

“Fang Chen!” Li Huafeng exclaimed. His face warped in savagery. “Elder, that person is a cultivator too. You mustn’t let him walk out of here alive. You have to silence him!”

The Pristine Poison King frowned.

“Li Huafeng’s voice.” Fang Chen suddenly chuckled. He turned to Li Huafeng and said, “What a coincidence meeting you here, Li Huafeng. What did you say about silencing me?”

“Stop feigning ignorance. Given your temperament, there’s no way you would appear here by coincidence. You tried to sever my fate as a cultivator, but I still joined the Cloudless Monastery. Now, a renowned elder even intends to take me in as his disciple!”

Li Huafeng’s eyes blazed with hatred.

“Is that so?” Fang Chen laughed. “Which one is the elder who intends to take you in?”

“Lad, we met in Dragonback Lane.” The Pristine Poison King narrowed his eyes. “Did you stumble onto us by luck, or were you following us?”

“Ah, it’s the Pristine Poison King. Pardon my discourtesy.” Fang Chen clasped his fist.

The other unaffiliated cultivators were unsure what to make of the situation. One turned to the Pristine Poison King and asked, “Poison King, is he your acquaintance? Do we need to silence him?”

Pu!

That cultivator was sent flying right after saying those words. He crashed heavily on the ground, with a bloodied hole in his temple. Not even the spirit ki that had enveloped his body could stop this attack.

In the sky, a little sword floated around, awaiting Fang Chen’s next order.

The remaining unaffiliated cultivator gasped. They stared at Fang Chen in disbelief.

The cultivator who was just killed was at tenth stage Ki Refinement, yet his defense was instantaneously breached, and he couldn’t react at all!

“There are too many people here. It’s inconvenient to talk like that,” Fang Chen murmured as if talking to himself.

A silver light flashed across the place. Cultivator after cultivator collapsed helplessly. The final surviving cultivator barely saw the culprit right before the moment of his death.

“A flying sword? A sword cultivator?!”

Then, he died.

A sword cultivator?!

Even the Pristine Poison King, who was said to be domineering and had successfully pushed back a Foundation Establishment cultivator, felt goosebumps upon hearing the words ‘sword cultivator’.

He looked at the corpses grimly before discreetly backing away.

Meanwhile, Li Huafeng was frozen in place like a statue.