The Immortal's Poison - chapter-18

A gut-wrenching scream split the air and sliced through the silence
within the mountain village like a razor sharp knife. Wen Lewu lay in a
pool of blood as a gleaming flying sword flew into the air. It seemed to
show off its powers by spinning in midair before being called back by a
young priest

Wen Tunhai grew ashen and waved his hand for two youngsters of the Wen
village to lift up the severely wounded Wen Lewu.

Wen Lewu was one of the eldest amongst Wen family’s third generation of
disciples. He was like an older brother to Wen Leyang. Although he had
not passed the Major Examination of the Decade, he was considered one of
the outstanding practitioner of the Art of Poison within the Wen
village’s hall of fame.

Wen Lewu gazed towards his eldest uncle with eyes full of despair. Wen
Tunhai heaved a long sigh and with skillful fingers, he rapidly
compressed the sides of the gaping wounds. The blood which had been
spurting out like a bubbling spring immediately slowed its flow.

In four days, they had already lost thirteen battles. With the exception
of himself, almost all the elite masters within the Wen village had been
defeated, with seven deaths and the remaining six were gravely injured.

The leader of the attackers was a middle-aged priest of fair complexion
with a long, black beard. He looked with a smile towards Wen Tunhai and
said, “Why don’t you hand yourself over? Even though Wen Bucao is a
renowned legacy, yet you are mortal human beings. There is still time to
surrender, or would you rather fight to the death?” He spoke with a
genuine and sincere tone and smiled benevolently.

Wen Tunhai grunted in reply as he took a few steps forward and stood in
the middle of the stone panel. He then declared in an offhand manner, “To
which practitioner were you preaching to with such generosity?”

Several hundred villagers of the Wen family, both young and old, erupted
in a loud cheer. Their once bleak expressions had been reignited with
hope – First Uncle Wen Tunhai was finally entering the battle!

The priest with the long, black beard roared with laughter as he shook
his head in derision. He turned around and picked out a young priest whom
he gently instructed, “Keep him alive, I still have some questions for
him. ”

Wen Tunhai laughed proudly as he called upon his reserves of calmness and
patience to return his mind to a serene state. These priests were of
average competency when it comes to physical martial arts. The battles
had always begun with the Wen family’s disciples leading the fight.
However, every time the Wen family was on the verge of a victory, the
opponent would abruptly release their flying sword or perform some dark
arts and inflict heavy losses on them. The Wen Bucao disciples were
unable to fight back against this tactic.

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The priests may be of average skills with martial arts, but they were
definitely not average when it comes to using underhanded ways to win
their fights. Most of the tricks up their sleeves had only been heard of
in legends.

The three Elders of the Wen village had left Nine Peaks Mountain a few
months ago so in their absence Wen Tunhai was the elected master of the
village. However, he was confronted with a crisis that was unprecedented
in the history of over two thousand years since the village was first
founded in the mountain.

The young priest walked into the battle arena and gave a kowtow in
salutation, “I am Yu Jizi from the Sun Dynasty Palace. I respectfully
request your guidance.” He then struck a pose by pushing out both of his
hands. As he stood in front of the gateway, the young man’s face shone
with a full gloss so that under the sun’s illumination, he appeared to
be filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Wen Tunhai almost doubled over with laughter, “For someone who had used
the trick of a hidden arrow to stab someone from behind, why do you even
need to strike a pose? You might as well release those flying swords
immediately!” Once he finished his sentence, a loud shout was heard and
the First Elder took a step forward into the arena.

The two opponents were separated by the distance of seven to eight
meters, yet it only took Wen Tunhai one stride to stand before Yu Jizi.
There was a whooshing sound and he had punched Yu Jizi into the door in
one strike.

Yu Jizi turned pale with fright. They had been winning all the battles
ever since they attacked the village; even though the defenders from the
Wen family were strong, yet their level of expertise was roughly equal as
a whole. He had not expected that Wen Tunhai’s strength would be on a
whole different level and that his fist would be so swift that it could
only be seen through the opening of a funnel.

Panicking, Yu Jizi reached out his hand to grab Wen Tunhai’s fist. The
moment his palm came in contact with Wen Tunhai a spike of
heart-wrenching pain radiated from his palm all of a sudden.

Wen Tunhai’s fist passed through Yu Jizi’s palm without much
resistance and continued until it struck forcefully against the young
priest’s shoulder.

Yu Jizi was sent flying back from the impact. He howled in anger and pain
as his fingers began to form the sword-controlling gesture in preparation
to launch his flying sword. He could feel the sword slowly begin to
tremble at his waist when his ankles were abruptly grabbed and Wen Tunhai
held the young priest towards his chest.

The young priest could only make a surprised ‘oh’ sound as a stream
of fresh blood suddenly spewed from his mouth!

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Within the death hold, every joint in Wen Tunhai’s body surged in an
attack like a tide – a total of seventy-three deep blows was emitted
from head to toe, repeatedly striking the young priest’s body!

The flying sword had just begun to fly but it abruptly floundered in
midair and began to descend in a jerky manner. Yu Jizi was beaten to a
pulp and slumped towards the ground. He struggled weakly for a few
moments before becoming still.

Wen Tunhai laughed long and loud. He then pointed towards the
black-bearded priest whose expression had soured. But Wen Tunhai knew
very well in his heart that though the battle may have seemed easy, he
had achieved this victory because his opponent had underestimated him and
was caught off guard before he could release the flying sword. His
opponent will be more cautious in the next battle and to gain a victory
would no longer be such an easy task.

The Wen family cheered loudly at their first victory!

As the cheering went on it was suddenly disrupted by two gleaming flying
swords which shot skywards from a group of priests. The swords howled
with an ear-piercing shriek and raced towards Wen Tunhai!

Wen Tunhai was not expecting such a swift retaliation for just one
victory but recovered himself in time. He gave a loud shout and
accompanied by loud thuds he threw five punches to the ground. The
momentum of the punches propelled him into the air and he began to use
the highly agile Faulty Punch to evade the swords. He danced with his
hands and feet like one who has lost their mind, managing to duck and
avoid being stabbed by the attacking swords by a hair’s breadth each
time. There were a few occasions when a sword came close enough to slice
through his lapels and if he were any slower at dodging the swords, he
would have been sliced into ribbons by now.

The glimmer of the swords danced all over the sky as Wen Tunhai’s
figure shuffled back and forth nonstop. As he dodged the attacks, he
gradually shifted towards the direction of the group of priests.

The black-bearded priest shook his head regretfully. Wen Tunhai had
almost forced his way to his side when the priest suddenly shouted,
“Suffer!” A streak of red blinding light immediately shot down from the
sky!

Though Wen Tunhai may have appeared to be completely caught up with the
action of avoiding the two swords, he was constantly looking out for the
opponent’s underhanded tricks as well. Yet he would never have thought
that the black-bearded priest’s flying sword had been hidden in the sky
all along. He was completely caught off guard and only barely managed to
avoid serious injury to a vital part of his body. He cursed in rage and
his well-built figure dropped down from the air.

The red, dragonfly-shaped sword had stabbed itself deep into Wen
Tunhai’s shoulder blade. The two other swords buzzed and hummed as they
chased after Wen Tunhai like a shadow chasing a person!

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The entire Wen family shouted and cursed in unison and each individual
prepared themselves to leap out and put up a desperate fight. Wen Tunhai
could see that the situation was futile and sighed deeply in his heart.

All of a sudden a dark shadow appeared before his eyes and next to his
ear he heard a voice call out, “First Uncle!”

A familiar silhouette shot forward like an arrow and leaped upwards
through the piercing cold wind, engaging the two flying swords!

Wen Leyang had just entered the village when he witnessed Wen Tunhai on
the verge of being stabbed to death. He yelled in rage and soared high
into the air. After regaining consciousness he found that The Faulty
Punch had fused together the Corpse Poison from the Yin Chi, the Fire
Poison from the Buddha’s Light Bug, the poison from the hundreds of
vermin from the Sickness Trademark, and the poison from the medicinal
potion in his meridian vessels, which were all then tempered and refined
into his body. As he gathered his power he could feel his body becoming
denser than before, his movements rippled with a force of inertia so
strong it was inconceivable. Even his speed has increased by many folds
and as he jumped he left behind a streak of gray human-shaped shadow in
midair. He extended his arms and grabbed on to the two flying swords.

A muffled sound was heard.

Wen Leyang fell heavily back onto the ground!

This was followed by two light ringing sounds.

A pair of gleaming silver swords were grasped securely by Wen Leyang’s
hands and the swords struggled resentfully like two poisonous snakes!

The old priest’s expression changed suddenly as his hands formed the
sword-controlling gesture. Wen Tunhai gave a loud yell of pain as his
body, which had been lying on the ground, was lifted up as the Flying Red
Sword brutally pulled out of his shoulder and flew back to its master’s
hand.

Behind the old priest, two younger priests with ashen faces also formed
the sword-controlling gesture, hoping to call their flying swords back
into their hands.

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Wen Leyang’s hands felt like they were holding on to two pieces of
red-hot soldering iron as waves of stabbing pain flowed from his palms
into his body. The skin on his arms began to tighten and after a moment,
the two swords were overcome by a sudden eruption of strength which
emanated from Wen Leyang’s body.

The foolish uncles roared with laughter as they ran towards the defeated
swords while swinging the rocks in their hands.

The two young priests quivered with fear and protested helplessly,
“Please, don’t!”

There was a vivid sound of clanking metal and an instant later the ground
was scattered with sword fragments like a mirrored mosaic.

Wen Leyang could not care less about his defeated opponents and went over
immediately to where his First Uncle was. He carefully lifted his injured
uncle up while still carrying Wen Xiaoyi on his back.

At present one side of Wen Tunhai’s body could not move at all due to
the stabbing and tearing damage from the Flying Red Sword. Countless
lines of scalding Qi from the sword was racing all over his body and he
was in agony, but all of a sudden the pain faded away. Wen Tunhai opened
his eyes wide, looked at Wen Leyang as if he had seen a monster and
asked, “You… What the f*ck? Is that really you?”

Wen Leyang giggled slyly and nodded his head as he quickly reassured his
uncle, “Yes, it’s me, it’s me.”

With the sound of a multitude of footsteps, the young and old of the Wen
village gathered around to help stop Wen Tunhai’s bleeding and dress
his wounds. Meanwhile, the black-bearded priest raised his voice and
asked, “From where did the other respected arrival come from? Yu Lingzi
of the Sun Dynasty Palace pas his respect. May Your Excellency be blessed
with longevity and… Prosperity!”

From Yu Lingzi’s observation, the person who had caught the flying
swords with his bare hands had a very ordinary appearance and the act
itself was not much different from catching a flying dart with one’s
hand. However, most disciples knew that each flying sword would contain a
powerful charge of Qi when commanded by the sword-controlling gesture.
Needless to say, it would have been impossible for an ordinary person to
grab a hold of a flying sword. The Sun Dynasty Palace’s followers had
thoroughly investigated the Wen village before attacking, and from their
understanding, the Wen family were of the reclusive but strong type. The
final analysis had shown that they were normal people, yet as soon as Wen
Leyang appeared he was able to hold on to two of his apprentices’
flying swords. Therefore the black-bearded priest naturally accorded him
as one of the Wen family’s disciple.

As the sound of the final word prosperity faded away, a loud thunderous
explosion boomed across the mountain, scaring the birds which flew away
in droves while squawking with fear.

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Wen Leyang eyes flashed like lightning as he stared ferociously at his
opponents!

The black-bearded priest met in eyes and cried out in pain an instant
later. He jumped abruptly and stumbled a few steps back.

The group of priests behind him began to scream in pain as well.

Wen Leyang cheered proudly in his heart and thought that he had used the
Poison Eye technique without being aware of it.

First Uncle roared with laughter though it was cut short by a fit of
coughing. Clearing his throat, he croaked, “Don’t be so smug young
fellow, I had placed poisonous moss on the ground earlier!”

Upon careful inspection, it could be observed that at the location where
Wen Tunhai had thrown five punches earlier, a layer of black-colored
substance had crept its way under the priest’s feet. This poisonous
substance then slowly crawled up onto the priest’s feet while they were
distracted by the critical battle in the air.

Wen Leyang laughed mockingly and said, “I can say that I’m not cruel at
all, the real merciless one here is you, First Uncle!” He then expressed
his admiration by giving Wen Tunhai a thumbs up.

Wen Tunhai spat and cursed, “These priests are not normal beings! If it
were not for their flying swords and tricks, they would have been dead
three times over! Young fellow, get into the battle, quick!”

The group of priests finally understood Wen Tunhai’s approach, at this
point their bodies were already covered in green-red rashes. A few of the
younger priests began to scratch frantically at their bodies while
moaning in fear like pigs at a slaughterhouse.

Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment before shaking his head slowly and
said, “Don’t you worry, First Uncle, they won’t be going anywhere!”

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As the leader of the opposing party, the black-bearded priest made a
lightning-fast opening strike. He released his Flying Red Sword and set
it to guard the group of priests against any sneak attacks by the Wen
family. He then quickly took out numerous paper talismans and muttered
the spell in his mouth. He withstood the extreme discomfort from the
poisonous moss and ran quickly amongst his fellow priests, placing a
paper talisman on each person’s body. He then shouted, “Body cleansing
divine charm, clear the effects of this poison, quickly!”

A coil of black smoke immediately rose from each person’s body and the
rashes that grew on their skin wilted and disappeared.

A quick-witted and eloquent disciple of the Wen family ran to Wen Leyang
and quickly explained to him about the background of this group of
enemies.

Four days ago, this group of self-proclaimed priests of the Sun Dynasty
Palace suddenly appeared outside the village. They declared that one of
their apprentices had died at the hands of a disciple of Wen Bucao a
hundred days ago on the mountain and they were here to find the murderer.

However, these old priests had an eccentric way of handling the
situation, instead of fighting directly, they used various ways to subdue
those who opposed them and would only stop when the Wen family handed
over the murderer.

Wen Leyang looked with great astonishment at the group of priests
standing at the opposite side.

Wen Tunhai laughed scornfully, “Which apprentice of theirs was murdered?
I have never seen such a method of getting justice! The priests are
behaving peculiarly, I am sure that they are plotting a scheme!”

Wen Leyang scratched the back of his head sheepishly and confessed to Wen
Tunhai in a low tone, “A hundred days ago I did kill a young fellow at
the Red Leaves Forest. He was leading a pack of enemies and they were
trying to attach the Place of Birth, Life, Sickness, and Death. Just like
these people, he also commanded a flying sword.”

Wen Tunhai looked towards his nephew in utter surprise. He then
deliberated for a short while before instructing quietly, “The old and
young of the Wen family, listen and obey!”

“Escort the Inner Disciple Wen Leyang down the mountain…” Before Wen
Tunhai could complete his directive, Wen Leyang put a hand on his mouth
and said, “First Uncle! Please give me a chance!”

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Wen Tunhai insistently pushed away Wen Leyang’s hand and said, “Stop
fooling around! You have already missed the perfect opportunity to attack
the enemy, you are not their worthy opponent…” Before he had even
finished his sentence, he was greeted by Wen Leyang’s confident smile.

“First Uncle, did you know that there was an ancestor in our family named
Wen Lazi? He had left behind his legacy of breaking the meridian vessels
and refining the poison directly into the body. By chance, I’ve managed
to learn it!”

Wen Tunhai’s mouth gaped so widely one could stuff an electric iron
into it, “Why would you say something so absurd in broad daylight?”

Wen Leyang laughed and let Wen Xiaoyi off his back. He patted her head
reassuringly before walking slowly into the battle arena.

The black-bearded old priest held out his hand and retrieved his flying
sword. He asked with a stern expression, “And who may Your Excellency be?”

Wen Leyang looked towards the group of priests who had regained their
solemn and sanctimonious looks. He then chuckled loudly, “Are you done
with cleansing your bodies?”

The black-bearded old priest Yu Lingzi smiled benevolently, as though he
had not a single care in the world for this earthly joke and answered
courteously, “Your Excellency must be joking, Wen Bucao had murdered our
people first and afflicted great suffering upon the world. The Sun
Dynasty Palace will implement the punishment accordingly, and we’ve
brought along three hundred apprentices to take to observe the divine
judgment!”

Wen Leyang did not reply but only raised his eyebrows, and motioned for
Yu Lingzi to continue speaking.

Yu Lingzi calmly continued his explanation. His tone was polite with a
slight arrogance as he said, “A hundred days ago, my apprentice was
traveling through the Nine Peaks Mountain when he was murdered by someone
from the Wen family. Luckily the apprentice had some spiritual ability
and a wisp of his spirit escaped back to the Sun Dynasty Palace. Only
then did our respectful elders command us to leave our mountain.”

Wen Leyang asked lightly, “What does your apprentice look like?

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Yu Lingzi waved his hand and a photograph slowly spun in the air towards
Wen Leyang. He caught the photograph as it arrived while in his heart he
was envious of the old priest’s ability to use the Gambler King’s
trick to summon the photograph out of thin air.

In the photograph, the Baby Faced Man who had died in the Red Leaves
Forest was smiling with red lips and pearly white teeth. His faint smile
implied a hint of shyness, his gaze appeared bright and clear.

The black-bearded old priest’s tone of speaking had not changed at all,
“Has Your Excellency met my apprentice before?”

Before Wen Leyang could reply, the Baby Faced Man’s expression in the
photograph suddenly turned fierce, the faint smile on his face was filled
with hate and hostility. His portrait struggled in the photograph as if
trying to free itself from the confines of the paper and devour Wen
Leyang. A blaze of green flame ignited on the photograph before it
disappeared in a cloud of green smoke!

The black-bearded Yu Lingzi howled in anger, “It’s you! You are the
murderer!” Immediately there was a humming sound as the red dragonfly
sword swopped out of the air and flew towards Wen Leyang’s chest!

Wen Leyang was stunned, it’s not easy to deceive those who are engaged
in self-cultivation.

Under the same theory, those who are engaged in self-cultivation are
really good at deceiving others.

It was obvious that the black-bearded old priest had sheathed his flying
sword, yet it was unknown when the sword had been sneakily released
again. Wen Leyang barely had time to react before the Flying Red Sword
was before his eyes. He instinctively used The Faulty Punch to dodge the
sword by leaning diagonally, while the fingers on his right hand spun
like wheels and reached towards the sword’s blade.

To the eyes of the other Wen family members, they could only see a ray of
bright light appearing in the middle of the sky. It took great effort to
even see the shadow of the Flying Red Sword. Wen Leyang however, was able
to see the little sword’s motions and direction clearly due to him
having tempered the Corpse Poison and hundreds of other kinds of poisons
into his body.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

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The sharp sound of metal being struck echoed through the village. Wen
Leyang had knocked lightly with each fingertip of his right hand onto the
Flying Red Sword, as what one would do when one was bored and drumming
their five fingers on the table.

After a few taps, Wen Leyang looked as if he was struck by thunder and
gave a fearful cry before slamming onto the ground. His face flushed
scarlet and the scar on his cheekbone appeared almost alive, glowing with
a sullen glare. The black-bearded Yu Lingzi sneered scornfully. His
flying sword was no mere item from the mortal world. It was named
Firetail and even his respected elders were in awe of the sword. For
someone like Wen Leyang who attacked the sword with their own flesh and
blood, it was akin to them putting their hands into a guillotine.

However, his triumph was short-lived as the little sword, after being hit
repeatedly by Wen Leyang, began weaving about in a crooked manner in the
sky. Yu Lingzi tried to command the sword using the sword-controlling
gesture yet the Flying Red Sword would not obey and continued to weave
drunkenly through the air. It flew past the priests and elicited some
fearful screams, then it flew above the people of the Wen family who
cursed at it.

Yu Lingzi was completely mystified and all the color drained from his
face. He ran onto the battleground in a great hurry and repeatedly
switched his hand gestures as he followed the Flying Red Sword and tried
to regain control over his previous weapon.

Wen Nine watched with great excitement. He turned to face his foolish
brother and said, “That flying sword seems like it no longer wants to be
ordered around.”

Wen Thirteen giggled foolishly in reply.

The awfully busy Yu Lingzi overheard the foolish man’s comment and a
murderous look flashed upon his face. Out of nowhere, a strange noise
rang out from beside his ear. Yu Lingzi was astonished and asked, “What
is happening?” He turned and saw Wen Leyang who had stood up from the
ground and was laughing triumphantly. He raised his supposedly crippled
right arm and pointed towards the drunken sword weaving about in midair.

Similar as before, when the external force entered his body, Wen
Leyang’s pores constricted and shut suddenly, causing his skin to
tighten and wrap around his body as waves of resilient strength from all
directions annihilated the force within his body.

Wen Leyang had gradually got used to the sensation and now, the
tightening of his pores brought upon a feeling of joy filled with
strength.

Yu Lingzi stopped trying to control his wayward sword and without
uttering a word he raised his fist and rushed towards his enemy. Before
his fist could arrive, Wen Leyang’s clothes were already whistling in
the wind.

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Wen Leyang raised his fist in anticipation!