The Immortal's Poison - chapter-136
Fifth Brother transformed himself from a person with slightly delayed
reaction, who preferred to jump up and down vertically, into a zombie
corpse with terrifying features. His appearance became revolting.
With ugly Qin Zhui, Wen Leyang was not afraid of how ugly Fifth Brother
was. However, Wen Leyang was terrified by the zombie corpse’s actual
power that had enhanced vastly. The zombie corpse could easily destroy
the two master cultivators of Eyang Sect, calmly dodged the attack of the
Thunder Heart Sand and even turned the entire City God Temple into a
stretch of land of evil spirits!
Standing in the middle of the circle formed by the protective Poison
Stream’s undercurrent, Chi Maojiu looked towards the drought spirit
white hair that was densely arranged such that it covered his vision
before his eyes. He dared not budge at all. Trembling in fear, he asked
Wen Leyang, “Is Fifth Brother Hanba a good person or an evil person?”
To everyone’s surprise, Wen Leyang laughed and shook his head, “A
person will not be a good person if that person has the intention to kill
us.” Since the beginning, he was clear that Fifth Brother Hanba was on
the opposing side. However, when the short man appeared, he was trapped
in the situation whereby he found in hard to tell the difference between
good and evil. When he was holding the big-muzzled weapon, he was
hesitant and indecisive, missing the good opportunity. As he set aside
everything, with only the two words of ‘life’ or ‘death’ left in
his mind, his heart felt peaceful and quiet instead.
Little Chi Maojiu listened to Wen Leyang’s words. At first, he felt as
if that was a truthful and worthy remark, enlightening him suddenly.
However, upon careful consideration, he realized that these words did not
actually mean much. He gave a forced smile as he shook his head and
diverted the topic, “Why is Hanba still not killing us?”
The little supreme leader Liu Zheng that was closing his eyes and
meditating in mid-air suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He laughed
and said to Wen Leyang and little Chi Maojiu, “That is because the zombie
corpse did not release the dought spirits to deal with you all…” Before
he could finish his sentence, suddenly a gush of muffled yet oppressed
humming sound of ox’s horn call, which was filled with murderous intent
and rage, echoed from the outside of the City God Temple!
Following the muffled sound of the horn, a loud shout akin to thunder
suddenly erupted on the top of everyone’s heads, “Kunlun, execute the
Immediately, uncountable solemn and dignified Taoist chants surged from
all directions into Wen Leyang’s eardrums! The entire land of drought
spirits was shaken ferociously. The thick white hair that almost covered
the sky made a rustling sound and started withering visibly to the naked
eyes, slowly turning finer and shorter.
The big monk Hope Aware, who was discussing with the well-behaved child
to borrow some clothes, was stunned when he heard of the horn call. He
immediately widened his bronze bell-like eyes, as he asked Liu Zheng,
“Kunlun Sect’s horn call? Your people from Kunlun Sect are here?”
Liu Zheng nodded, “All three mountains, East Kunlun, West Kunlun and
Middle Kunlun and the seven palaces’ seventy-two esteemed sword
seniors, three hundred and forty-three senior and junior brother
disciples are all gathered here!”
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and age, the disciple of One Word Palace that was armed with a pole
should be the junior disciple of Third Brother Wei who died on Mount
Emei. He had been kind and friendly to Wen Leyang all along. He explained
to Wen Leyang softly, “The Kunlun’s horn is the assembly horn call of
the Kunlun Sect’s Taoist priests. Hehe, it seems like the Kunlun Sect
came well prepared. We have become their stepping stone.” This person
could see through matters clearly and his words were easily
Wen Leyang finally understood. Fifth Brother Hanba summoned the land of
drought spirits was not because he wanted to deal with Wen Leyang’s
group or the policemen. Judging by his ability to dodge the Thunder Heart
Sand calmly, it was not necessary for him to put in that much effort to
kill them. He summoned the drought spirits because he realized that there
was a huge batch of Kunlun master cultivators approaching.
The big monk Hope Aware pouted his mouth disapprovingly, “Even though the
Kunlun Sect is here, it is not certain that they can deal with that
zombie corpse. This monster is a lot more incisive than the Weeping
Buddha in the Wen family village recently.”
The little supreme leader Liu Zheng smiled in determination, “My esteemed
master is here and today we will certainly execute this…” Liu Zheng is
the disciple of the previous generation of Kunlun Sect’s enlightened
person. He was humble and low profile amongst his senior and junior
brother disciples, but when the supreme leader passed away, the legacy
was passed down to him. Everyone in the cultivation world was aware of
Before he could finish his sentence, the big monk Hope Aware interrupted
him in puzzlement, “I thought your master teacher has passed away
Liu Zheng gave the big monk a furious stare. In a rude manner, he said,
“Your master teacher is dead!”
The big monk Hope Aware had a bad temperament but he was honest, he
nodded, “You’re right, my master teacher is dead…”
Liu Zheng was not in the mood to debate with the big monk. He shook his
head as he roughly explained the situation, “The supreme leader
enlightened person is my named master teacher. The master teacher whom I
am greatly indebted to is someone else. Fifteen days ago, the brother of
my master teacher was severely injured in Shanghai, every disciple of the
Kunlun Sect arrived in this place. The demon has finally revealed its
Wen Leyang did not speak but the big monk squalled once as if his tail
was being stepped on. “Fifteen days ago? The Great Mercy Temple’s
‘Mute Bell’ shook because of your…master teacher’s brother?”
The One Word Palace’s pole-bearing master cultivator squinted his eyes.
His gaze was filled with astonishment. The actual power of the sects in
the Five Blessings was of different strength. Excluding the Great Mercy
Temple’s two demon rabbits, there was not a lot of difference in their
actual power. However, knowing that there was a great master cultivator
hidden within the Kunlun Sect, whose power was capable of shaking the
‘Mute Bell’, was terrifying to the big monk and the disciples of the
One Word Palace.
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faintly with a non-committal attitude. He had since lost his usual
mischief. His young face was filled with the modesty that did not match
his age. He did not acknowledge the astonishment of the others, but said
briefly, “All of you can take a seat and observe the fight, take a look
at our Kunlun Sect’s demon-executing method.”
Wen Leyang knitted his brows together tightly. He asked softly, “The
person who injured your master teacher’s brother is Fifth Brother
Liu Zheng peered towards him in astonishment, “Who else?”
Wen Leyang frowned but did not speak. There was something about this
matter that was troubling him.
Qin Zhui held his Tang knife with his hands on the side. His twitching
face brimmed with heartfelt excitement, “So when can we start fighting?”
Liu Zheng continued to smile in determination, “Soon, the master teacher
is destroying the spirits!”
The series of echoing solemn Taoist chants echoed continuously from the
reinforced concrete jungle. It became louder and more majestic with time
as if it would turn into a solid-like form that could even seal the
entire sky. However, Fifth Brother Hanba did not make a sound or any
movement at all. The white hairs within the City God Temple withered
faster and faster and finally, the vision before Wen Leyang’s eyes
brightened. His gaze was no longer hindered.
The white hair that was initially thicker and stronger than towering
trees did not exceed knee level right now. Even though it was still dense
and thick, it was less imposing.
However, the white-haired drought spirits on the edge of the City God
Temple still stood tall and vast, firmly blocking the policemen that were
attempting to enter the scene.
The initially annihilated and molding City God Temple floated out again.
The rooftop of almost every shop, which surrounded Wen Leyang, were
filled with Kunlun Sect’s priests dressed in white robes. With their
flying swords guarded by their sides, hundreds of Taoist priests stood in
a breathtaking manner and prepared to face the formidable enemy.
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had already turned into corpse stood straight with his hands on the side
as if he completely disregarded the danger around him. His dimmed
yellow-colored gaze firmly stared into the middle-aged Taoist priest that
had a handsome face and a dignified mannerism, who was in mid-air. The
short man Leyang Wen had since disappeared.
Liu Zheng immediately knelt on the ground and gave three respectful loud
bows to the middle-aged Taoist priest that was floating quietly in
midair. He regained his usual mischievous expression as he stood up and
waved his hand towards the middle-aged Taoist priest in mid-air,
“Esteemed master, please don’t stand too tall. There might be a
police’s sniper out there…”
For the first time in Wen Leyang’s life, he witnessed someone floating
in mid-air. If this man could fly, his ability would certainly be
impressive. Even the old demon rabbit Bu Le, who had two thousand
years’ worth of cultivation base, still jumped here and there on usual
days. Wen Leyang had never seen him flying before.
At the end of the sky, a layer of dark clouds, accompanied by the
boundless howling, sped in high speed towards the direction of the City
God Temple. It was something Wen Leyang had seen before, the Thousand
Swords Greeting of the Kunlun Sect.
In a split second, the dark mass of dark clouds formed by an unknown
amount of flying swords was hovering in the sky above the City God
Temple. Every single long sword was glittering in cold drought and
pointed towards Fifth Brother Hanba arrogantly. The middle-aged Taoist
priest waved his hand lightly. The uninterrupted sound of Kunlun horn
call and the sonorous Taoist chants stopped abruptly. There was only an
extremely oppressed silence left in between the heaven and the earth.
A middle-aged Taoist priest, who was floating in the air and could only
be described as alluring and charming was silently facing the zombie
corpse that was standing straight with his hands at the back and was ugly
but standing tall.
After a moment, the Taoist priest asked Fifth Brother Hanba in a calm and
unhurried manner, “Can you speak?”
The moment the Taoist priest spoke, Wen Leyang’s back and Xiaoyi’s
forehead, simultaneously erupted in a layer of densely-dotted goosebumps.
The middle-aged Taoist priest had soft skin and tender flesh just like
the cleanly-washed monk Xuanzhang (Translator’s note: A Buddhist monk)
but his voice was very hoarse. It was as if he had just drank 100ml of
concentrated sulphuric acid. He was like a person born without vocal
cords forcefully vibrating his trachea to make a sound.
Little Taoist priest Liu Zheng explained to Wen Leyang softly, “The
esteemed master’s throat was injured in the past…”
Wen Leyang was not in the mood to look into this. He nodded and
conveniently answered, “It must be difficult for you.”
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Liu Zheng was stunned, “What is difficult for me?”
“It must be difficult for you to listen to his teachings all these years.”
Fifth Brother Hanba nodded towards the middle-aged Taoist priest, who was
in mid-air, signaling that he could talk. The connection point between
his head and his neck made the clicking sound of bones rubbing together.
The middle-aged man gave out the laugh that could startle an owl to
tears, “The poor monk Tian Shu has a matter to….”
Fifth Brother Hanba did not wait for him to finish his sentence and
directly spat out a word, “Ask.”
Wen Leyang and Xiaoyi’s goosebumps that had yet to disperse surged in
turbulence again. Even though Fifth Brother Hanba had already transformed
into a corpse, his voice was surprisingly a crisp childish voice. Without
looking at him, one would think that it was a three to four years old
child, who was speaking pettishly even more childish than Ah Dan’s
The Taoist master Tian Shu’s gaze drifted away for a moment before he
continued to speak, “Where is Xiang Liu the nine-headed snake?”
Wen Leyang’s heart fluttered as he thought, ‘Shouldn’t Xiang Liu
the nine-headed snake be at the Black and White Island? According to Cone
Nail, the day Xiang Liu escaped would be the time Grand Master Chang Li
face the wrath of the gods. If Xiang Liu had escaped the Black and White
Island, Chang Li would have been struck by lightning. Wen Leyang wished
that he could hastily find a place to check if there was any appearance
of thunderstorm weather in the world for the past few days.
It was as if Fifth Brother Hanba did not understand Tian Shu’s words,
“Who is Xiang Liu?”
Tian Shu’s voice was exceedingly hoarse, there was no way to tell if he
was furious or stern, “You don’t know who is Xiang Liu? You killed
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tone of speaking remained dull and flat. He said only two simple words,
“That demon sacrificed his human body to escape, only demonic primordial
energy could replenish his primordial vitality.” In between Tian Shu’s
brows, a smear of evil wrinkle flashed past and disappeared. Wen Leyang
felt an unspeakable uneasiness within his heart upon seeing that, “All
the great demons in the world had been killed by you for the past two
thousand years, Xiang Liu should also have come into a successful
completion, all prepared to bring disaster to the world right?”
Fifth Brother Hanba still spoke the same two words, “Not me!”
Wen Leyang secretly grabbed the little supreme leader Liu Zheng, who was
looking up to the sky, as he asked softly, “Who is your esteemed master?”
Killing demon and extracting their vitality turned out to be an effort to
retain nine-headed monster Liu Xiang’s primordial spirit.
Regardless, Wen Leyang could not figure out why did the descendants of
Painting Town that resurrected Cone Nail so that she could return to
suppress the Black and White Island was surprisingly on the same side as
the people who killed demons and extracted their vitality, who rescued
Xiang Liu’s corpse.
These opposites in a contraction created a sharper contradiction that the
contradiction between ‘Viagra’ and ‘Wang Zai Mantou snack’
(Author’s note: Do you still remember the effect of the Mantou~).
Liu Zheng’s expression was accompanied with a little arrogance and a
little admiration, “My esteemed master is the Sword Immortal, a Solitary
Wen Leyang was stunned, he repeated the phrase for a few times softly,
“The Sword Immortal, a Solitary Heaven Guardian?”
These seven words sounded familiar.