The Immortal's Poison - chapter-134
In comparison with the commercialization of Nanjing Road, the
magnificence of the Bund and the lofty and imposing Oriental Pearl Tower,
the bustling City God Temple carried the rich culture of city folks. All
the tourists visiting Shanghai would spend some time to stroll around
that area, conveniently snacking on a few crab soup dumplings, pear-syrup
candy, fermented glutinous rice dumpling dessert…and stroll around the
Yu Garden to savor the splendid atmosphere of the Jiang Nan garden.
People that were lingering around the garden could not help but feel
relaxed. Unintentionally, everybody would smile and feel at ease.
Even when Wen Leyang crashed onto the ground floor from the second floor,
carrying a person on his back and two people in his arms, accompanied by
countless of glass shards, the tourists around him maintained their
The moment Wen Leyang’s body came into contact with the ground, he
jumped up, spread his legs and ran away. His mind was a mess as if there
were a few strong catfishes swimming inside his mind and on each
catfish’s forehead, a wavy word ‘mess’ was stamped.
The ancestors of Painting Town deceived the Qilian Immortal Sect for over
two thousand years. It was the marvel, Lue Luo, who resurrected Cone Nail
with his witchcraft. The short Leyang Wen’s father, Leyang Shoujin,
tried to erase Cone Nail’s memories in the stone forest. However, he
failed on the verge of succeeding his mission and died. Lue Luo and the
Painting Town’s doings were entrusted by Grand Master Tuo Xie. It was a
favor to allow Cone Nail to return to the Black and White Island to
suppress Xiang Liu the nine-headed snake in order to prevent the wrath of
gods caused by the disasters demon cat Chang Li created back then.
The witchcraft marvel Lue Luo and the Wen family’s Grand Master Tuo Xie
had an exceedingly profound friendship. As such, the three families of
Wen, Miao, Luo, who were the descendants of Tuo Xie, and the people of
the Painting Town were considered to be a family. When Leyang Wen was
caught by the enlightened person San Tong of Eyang Sect in the
Gold-Consuming Lair, Wen Leyang asked for the favor of Qin Zhui and the
demon rabbits of the Great Mercy Temple to find a way to rescue him while
he joined the giant pangolin, Xiaoyi and the rest of the people to rush
over to Shanghai to search for Grand Master Chang Li.
Chang Li, who was tracking the people that killed demons and extracted
their vitality, had disappeared during the process. Wen Leyang had since
placed this group of people on his opposite side. After a series of
twists and turns, they finally found the porcelain product shop, ‘Year
221 Before Christ’, and the Hanba boss ‘Fifth Brother’.
Nonetheless, out of everyone’s expectation, Leyang Wen, the lord of
Painting Town, suddenly pounced out and saved Hanba, almost piercing the
well-behaved child Luo Wanggen to death.
Following that Leyang Wen and Fifth Brother joined hands to put up a
desperate fight against them. Everyone on Wen Leyang’s side felt that
something was wrong for the opposing party utterly refused to allow or
listen to their explanation. Little Chi Maojiu still attempted to
explain. Fortunately, Wen Leyang was not a fool, he pulled along the
group and ran away first.
Wen Leyang did not manage to run far. The short man of Painting Town,
Leyang Wen, and Fifth Brother Hanba had already jumped out of the second
floor’s window with the undercurrent of Metal Poison Stream left behind
by Wen Leyang following them closely behind.
The tourists on the street observed for a long time before they
understood that these people were fighting. They screamed out in surprise
and dispersed off immediately. As the situation became slightly calmer, a
majority of the people immediately gathered forward excitedly. After all,
they were traveling in another part of the country, the opportunity to
witness the locals fighting was supposed to be an added attraction. If
they were to find out that neither of these two groups of people, who was
chasing and running away, were locals, it was expected that they would be
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Leyang was carrying three people on his body, which was rather
inconvenient for him. Fifth Brother’s feet were akin to being equipped
with spring, Fifth Brother caught up with Wen Leyang in two or three
steps just like flipping Chinese checkers. His fist that was covered in
white hair crashed down, akin to a lofty mountain. Wen Leyang did not
manage to dodge. Hence, he could only toss the three youths aside with
his arms crossed akin to an iron bolt to protect his head.
At the muffled sound of a bang, just like the sound of compressed oxygen
tank that suddenly exploded, pounded into everyone’s eardrums
ferociously! Fifth Brother somersaulted backwards once. Wen Leyang was
akin to a nail. He was punched so hard he sank into the ground to his
knee level. A layer of white hair visible to the naked eyes crawled from
Fifth Brother’s fists onto Wen Leyang’s arms. Akin to germinating
grass, the layer of white hairs started spreading rapidly.
Wen Leyang squalled as he broke out of the ground. His body vibrated
rapidly. The layer of white hair was detached in layers, the Metal Poison
Stream also returned to his feet in strands as fast as lightning!
Fifth Brother’s eyes were glimmering with a greenish blue-colored glow.
He appeared ghastly yet excited. His body turned around in mid-air as he
pounced on Wen Leyang once again! The short man Leyang Wen did not join
the battle. His hand was holding the bald brush pen. His fat and plump
body glided and cruised in all directions like a ghost. In what appeared
to be a messy yet aimless mannerism, he continuously sketched the outline
of knives in the corner of a wall, on the side of the road and on the
wall. An old man wearing a red armband spat out two words weakly, “Fine
Wen Leyang dealt with the Fifth Brother Hanba. Rather than calling their
fight a fight, one was better off calling the fight resisting each
another. Wen Leyang was akin to a strong nail while Fifth Brother was
akin to a heavy hammer. No matter how strong the nail was, it could never
harm the hammer. There was only a difference on how long it could sustain
Chi Maojiu’s did not help out with his shadow witchcraft. After all, in
a battle of a nail and a hammer, the toothpick was usually of no help…
Luo Wanggen’s Spirit Calming Needles were destroyed. He could only
stand aside, looking exhausted and ghastly pale from his severe injuries.
Xiaoyi appeared anxious with her hands holding the big-muzzled weapons,
she tried to fire the weapon on a few attempts but she was afraid that
she might accidentally harm Wen Leyang.
It only took less than a minute for Leyang Wen to draw countless of
densely-arranged sharp knives around them. After he was done making
arrangements, his body swayed once. He moved back to the area a dozen
meters away from Wen Leyang and stopped moving. He chuckled as he called
out to Fifth Brother, “Fifth Brother, I am done. Shall we ask a few
Fifth Brother jerked to a stop. He abruptly stopped fighting. His body
was straight and his feet remained stationary as he rapidly glided away
for a few meters. Together with the short man Leyang Wen, they guarded
Wen Leyang’s group firmly from two directions.
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Leyang felt that the pressure surrounding his body reduced. He could not
care about chasing after the enemy, he immediately stepped back until he
was in front of Xiaoyi. The Metal Poison Stream also contracted abruptly
and protected the group.
The onlookers’ expressions were filled with surprise and excitement. It
was exciting to watch two people beating each other with their fists,
causing loud banging sound. As for the entanglement of the Metal Poison
Stream and the Drought Spirit, the onlookers did not understand its
incisiveness, so the tourists treated that as a thrilling sight.
Nonetheless, it did not stop them from snacking on the deep fried stinky
tofu in their hands.
The City God Temple was one of the most bustling areas in Shanghai. Less
than a minute after Wen Leyang and the rest jumped out of the window,
there were already a few security guards and patrolling policemen that
came rushing over and shouting loudly. The short man Leyang Wan frowned
impatiently. At the wave of his hand, a streak of long silk appeared out
of thin air. The silk was densely written with ‘scriptures meant for
ghosts and gods’.
The long silk swayed in the breeze, the short man Leyang Wen waved around
his brush pen. At the signature column, he did a stroke and a flick as he
shouted, “Break!” In the blink of an eye, a combination of agonizing
scream, tyrannical howl, ghost’s weeping and the wolf’s howling,
erupted with a loud bang within the City God Temple. The gloominess was
like a whirlwind with sharp ghost teeth, blowing through the crowd. The
initially radiant and enchanting sky suddenly turned murky and darkened.
Leyang Wen sneered peculiarly, within the sinister whirlwind he spoke
weakly, “If you want to live, scram!” Leyang Shoujin once launched the
‘scriptures meant for ghosts and gods’ to summon a whirlwind when
they were in the Gold-Consuming Lair. The power was much stronger
compared to now. Nonetheless, Leyang Shoujin was dealing with serious
cultivators of the Qilian Immortal Sect whereas Leyang Wen’s sole
purpose was to disperse that group of ordinary people that had gathered
around to watch the thrilling sight and the policemen that came rushing
The crowd immediately fled. They cried and shouted as they escaped in all
directions. No one could care about the stinky tofu in their hands
anymore. In a flash, the whirlwind caused the sound of thousands of
ghosts weeping to ring in everybody’s eardrums. It shattered their
courage. They could not understand what had happened. Their entire bodies
were corroded ferociously with fear. They could not do anything else
other than instinctively spreading their legs and running away.
Leyang Wen seemed to be extremely satisfied with the current effect, his
mouth widened into a smile as he burst out laughing at Wen Leyang’s
direction. Speaking in fluent Beijing accent, “Wen Leyang, we shall not
beat around the bush today. The City God Temple of Shanghai has six
hundred years’ worth of burning joss sticks without owners. I have
borrowed all of them. At my command, your heart will be pierced by
thousands of knives.”
In the City God Temple of Shanghai’s commercial area, there was a
genuine City God Temple within the area. For six hundred years the joss
sticks and incense burned prosperously. Perhaps the people of today did
not pay too much attention to it but centuries ago, almost every person
that came to Shanghai would surely visit the City God Temple and burn a
few joss sticks to ask for the Taoist immortals’ blessings, such that
Shanghai would be granted with nice weather with gentle breeze and timely
rain and that everyone could live healthily and happily within the
The City God Temple accumulated six hundred years’ worth of devoted
worshippers. No one cultivated or refined in vitality nearby. Hence,
these ownerless devoted mind power were converted into possessed
sharpness by the knives drawn by Leyang Wen, awaiting his command.
As the short man Leyang Wen finished explaining, he paused before
continuing, “You must answer strictly to what I am asking. If you
answered any slower, this little girl’s life is mine.” As he was saying
that he pointed towards Xiaoyi, who was barely opening her eyes due to
the sinister whirlwind and was closely leaning on Wen Leyang.
Wen Leyang grinded his teeth once. He was a good-tempered man but he
disliked when someone used Xiaoyi as a pawn to discuss something with
him. However, they were running short of time. The surrounding was in a
chaotic mess. It was expected that a huge batch of policemen were rushing
over here. There was a rumor that the headquarters of the China Dragon
Gang was located near to the City God Temple (Author’s note: hah-hah,
just kidding~). He took the big-muzzled weapon from Xiaoyi’s hands as
he frowned, “This is not the place for us to talk, why don’t we
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he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the short man in a
harsh tone, “You, the ‘Wen’, if you really want that little girl
dead, you can continue to grind your teeth. (Translator’s note: same
pronunciation as Mo Ya. It means to indulge in pointless talk.) The
moment the two bronze ants heard of their names being called out, they
stuck their heads out from Wen Leyang’s waist pack and looked towards
the short man curiously.
Wen Leyang revealed a rare savage expression. He did not wait for Leyang
Wen to finish his sentence before he interrupted, “Why don’t you
clarify the situation before you make any further ruthless remarks!”
Murder intent flashed past the short man Leyang Wen’s eyes. He raised
his head and burst out laughing, “You’re not answering!” As he was
saying that, he did not wait for Wen Leyang to speak. He suddenly bent
over his body. With the bald brush pen in his hand, he gave the ground a
stroke, in preparation to launch his attack. At this moment, a loud bang
that was akin to the splitting of the sky and cracking of the earth
erupted and shattered his movement!
The big-muzzled weapon in Wen Leyang’s hand raised skywards and he
pulled the trigger without slightest hesitation.
The thunder light erupted with a hum. Thousands of streaks of purple arcs
were akin to raging and bloodthirsty poisonous snakes, as they bore out
of every corner of the sky abruptly. Accompanied by the cruelness and
ruthlessness that one could not bear to look at, the light crashed in
mid-air ferociously. In a flash, the god of thunder’s moan completely
shattered the weeping sound of the thousands of ghosts’ and the
agonizing screams of the people in the City God Temple. The scorching
bright light flooded into everyone’s pupils domineeringly. The traces
left behind by the purple arcs were akin to greedy leeches that bore from
the nerves underneath the eyes rapidly into everyone’s brains, bringing
waves upon waves of sharp pain.
The short man was about to launch his Superb Artistry Knife Formation
when his eardrums were torn into pieces by the loud thunder in a flash.
His brain was buzzing and humming. Other than the violent thunder light,
he could not see anything else. Even his consciousness was scattered all
over the place. He squalled as he retreated continuously.
Fifth Brother’s situation was much better than the short man’s. He
took two steps back before standing straight and sturdily. Squinting, he
looked towards Wen Leyang.
After all, Wen Leyang was still virtuous and sincere. He did not fire the
weapon directly at the enemies. This was considered firing a warning
shot. He did not wait for the thunder sound to fully disperse off before
he spoke, “The two marvels of Tuo Xie and Lue Luo had a mutually intimate
friendship since two thousand years ago. The disciples of Wen Bucao, Miao
Bujiao, and Crow Ridge were the original descendants of Tuo Xie and we
have a profound connection to the Painting Town. Please clarify the
situation before you start shouting and killing. The disciples of Wen
Bucao shall keep you company and fight to the finish!”
Wen Leyang’s words sounded inspiring and righteous. In his heart, he
wished that he could cheer for himself. His gaze was glimmering as he
stared at the short man that was dispirited. He wanted to listen to what
Leyang Wen had to say but he did not expect that the short man with dazed
eyes seemed to have not heard him. After a while, Leyang Wen slowly
recovered from the surprise of the Thunder Heart Sand’s raging power,
he looked towards Wen Leyang and asked, “You…you were saying something
Wen Leyang scoffed, “We are the descendants of Tuo Xie, you are the
descendants of Lue Luo, we are considered of the same clan and same
sect…” His imposing mannerism was lost. His sonorous yet forceful words
could not be spoken again, the first intense statement he made in his
lifetime had already disappeared in the wind alongside the lightning and
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short man seemed to comprehend Wen Leyang’s words, he frowned as he
peered once towards Fifth Brother, who was standing on the other
direction before nodding, “Let us change to another place for discussion!”
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wen Leyang was about to ask where when his
vision suddenly blackened. A gush of strength capable of toppling the
mountains and overturning the seas pinned him down firmly. Fifth Brother
Hanba seized the opportunity when Wen Leyang was relaxed to suddenly
attack. He spoke in an icy-cold tone, “Covet the demon figurines. None
Meanwhile, the short man arched his back and waved his brush pen. His
mouth shouted, “Break!” The Superb Artistry Knife Formation erupted in a
Let alone the fact that the big-muzzled weapon’s ammunition was not
refilled, even if it was loaded Wen Leyang would not have the time to
fire a shot again. He conveniently tossed the weapon aside as he went
forth to battle Fifth Brother with all his energy. He complained
incessantly in his heart.
The air, the sunlight and even the glimmering flash on the signboards
were all transformed into a fatal mannerism filled with murder intent
following Leyang Wen’s few strokes of drawing. Once the six hundred
years’ worth of burning joss sticks and devotion were invoked, they
were strong enough to cut open mountains and shattered hills!
Wen Leyang was trying hard to brace Fifth Brother’s pouncing attack
that was as heavy as the mountain and as swift as billows. He was too
preoccupied such that he could not deal with the knife formation. At that
very moment, a strong and sturdy human figure leaped as agile as a
dragon. The figure shouted with a forceful and sonorous voice, “Those
harming the descendants of the Nine Peaks Mountain are the enemy of the
Great Mercy Temple!”
The knives and winds were shaving at his bod. Wen Leyang exerted all his
strength to fight Fifth Brother, but he still could not help but laugh
bitterly. The Great Mercy Temple’s fiercest monk, the seat of honor of
the Ten Modes Monastery, Hope Aware, was here.
The Great Mercy Temple’s abbot had issued the Buddhist sutra that every
monk in the temple must protect the people of Wen family, especially Wen
Leyang. Hope Aware was initially here in Shanghai to investigate
regarding the matter regarding the spirit primordial energy that shook
the ‘Mute Bell’. However, he bumped into Wen Leyang by accident. As
Wen Leyang did not inform him anything, he did not inquire. However, he
started to follow and protect them in secret. He had followed Wen Leyang
all the way into the City God Temple of Shanghai.
Hope Aware’s strong body circled on the top of Wen Leyang’s head for
two circles, each of his hands pinched into the Buddhism hand gesture. He
put his wrists together clasping a perfectly round Buddhism prayer bead.
His tone was solemn as he shouted in a lowered voice, “The illuminated
heart is perfectly fused together. No evil influence can do any harm!”
Immediately, the Buddhism prayer bead in between his wrists slashed
through the air, releasing a sharp sonic boom as it surged skywards in a
The Buddhism prayer bead erupted into fine powder in the air after a loud
pop. The big monk was immediately enshrouded in a layer of lustrous and
dazzling glow. He dashed forward and dove head first into the shadow of
the Superb Artistry Knife Formation that was covering the entire sky!
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short man Leyang Wen howled in rage. Both he and Fifth Brother’s only
thought was that Wen Leyang was here for the ‘demon figurines’. Now
that there was the involvement of people from the Great Mercy Temple, his
murderous intent was triggered. The bald brush pen in his hand
continuously made strokes and dipped onto the ground, urging the knife
formation to fight with the big monk.
Wen Leyang suffered the injustice in silence, he knew that the first
ancestors of the Painting Town and his family’s first ancestors had a
profound friendship. He felt that there must be a way for the situation
to be clarified. Nonetheless, the opposing party’s sole purpose was to
kill him. He found himself lost in the tangled warfare in a short period
The police siren was already echoing faintly from afar. Wen Leyang was
almost longing for the arrival of the policemen such that they could
hastily break up the tangled fight. Judging by the way they fought, it
was only a matter of time before Fifth Brother punched him into pieces.
The police siren sounded far but the metal cracking sound of long howl
was heard within everyone’s ears. A young man dressed in tattered
clothes suddenly appeared on the rooftop of the shop. He dashed forward
into the middle of the battle like a puff of vapor. His eyes stared
straight into the big monk Hope Aware. He paid utterly no attention to
the others while he shouted loudly, “Qin Zhui is entrusted by someone, no
one is allowed to harm Leyang Wen!” Soon after that, he raised the Tang
Knife in his hand high up in the air, he drew the knife out of its sheath
and chopped towards the monk as fast as lightning!
Wen Leyang that was fighting hard against Fifth Brother was stunned for a
moment. He did not understand how did the ugly youth Qin Zhui came here.
He stomped his foot in rage. Suffering another two punches, he raised his
head and roared loudly towards the ugly youth that waving his Tang knife,
“The person who entrusted you was me!”
Qin Zhui completely disregarded Wen Leyang. The Tang knife in his hand
did not stop even for a moment, as he continued to chased and chopped
after the divine monk Hope Aware.
The monk had initially focused all his attention towards dealing with the
short man Leyang Wen. When he realized that there was another cultivator
that was approaching him swiftly, the opposing party had already chopped
towards himself. Not only one chop, it was the collapse of the heaven and
earth. Every single thing from his surroundings together with this Tang
knife with its sheath came crashing down on him with a moan! The monk
turned around strenuously in mid-air towards the opposing party in an
attempt to scold when his heart flopped. The question in his mouth turned
into something else, “He is too ugly even for me!”
Fifth Brother suddenly tossed Wen Leyang away and pounced towards the
monk. Considering that Qin Zhui and Leyang Wen had trapped the divine
monk Hope Aware in between them, he wanted to seize this opportunity to
destroy the formidable enemy. There was no way Wen Leyang could let the
big monk Hope Voice that came to help him to be harmed. He squalled as he
pounced forward along Fifth Brother’s body.
Leyang Wen led the attack head-on, the ugly youth Qin Zhui used his knife
to seal the escape route and Fifth Brother raided from the side. Hope
Aware was being attacked from three sides. Wen Leyang followed behind
Fifth Brother as he exerted his strength to pounce in an attack, the
scene was rather messy.
A shout that was filled with solemnness and righteousness turned the fine
mess of the City God Temple into a greater mess, “The divine monk Hope
Aware, don’t be alarmed, the light-bearer disciple of Eyang Sect is
here to help you, endless happiness and…longevity!”
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streak of lustrous and dazzling sword’s reflection was akin to the
cruising dragon from the sky shot towards Qin Zhui! This time the person
that came was reluctantly considered an acquaintance as well. He was the
enlightened person San Tong of Eyang Sect, who had once appeared in the
The enlightened person San Tong was green with rage. It was obvious that
he hated Qin Zhui to his bones. He was afraid that his flying sword was
incapable of piercing Qin Zhui. His hands flipped in front of his face as
his face revealed an elated smile that was seeping out of his bones.
Following the shout, his supernatural power of happiness also slammed
towards the enemy together with his flying sword.
When Leyang Wen realized the sudden appearance of San Tong, he gave a
raging howl as his brush pen spun around and rippled in the knife shadows
that covered the entire sky and mercilessly slashed towards the
enlightened person San Tong.
In front of the City God Temple of Shanghai, everything was in a mess.