Invincible Immortal Doctor -
Chapter 329: Harvest
Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Harvest
Su Luo looked at him, and asked indifferently, "What will you do if I don’t write?"
Upon hearing this, He Wei frowned.
The calmness of Su Luo was something he hadn’t anticipated.
Not only Su Luo, even Huang Qingyu was unexpectedly composed. It seemed he wasn’t the slightest bit frantic or panicked from being poisoned, which caused a sense of unease to arise in He Wei’s heart.
What was going on?
Could it be they weren’t poisoned?
No, that couldn’t be right.
He had watched with his own eyes as Su Luo and Huang Qingyu both drank the poisoned tea—that poison... as he had said, even if a Great Grandmaster were poisoned, they would have difficulty using their Inner Strength within a short time and could only be at their mercy.
What’s more, neither Su Luo nor Huang Qingyu was a Great Grandmaster.
With this thought, He Wei’s confidence grew stronger, and he snorted coldly, "Since you are obstinately clinging to your own course, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Having said that, He Wei turned to He Qinglian and commanded, "Wife, chop off one of his arms first!"
"Okay." He Qinglian nodded, took a treasured sword from the side, drew the blade from its sheath without another word, and directly aimed to sever Su Luo’s left hand at the wrist.
The edge of the sword carried the Inner Strength of He Qinglian, a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster, which could shatter anything indestructible!
However.
As the sword slashed down, Su Luo casually raised his hand, gently grasped, and caught the falling sword in mid-air, immobilizing it; even the blade couldn’t injure Su Luo in the slightest.
"How is this possible?"
In an instant, the expressions of He Wei and his wife He Qinglian changed drastically, staring at Su Luo in utter disbelief.
The poison they had used, known as "Soft Muscle Powder," caused the meridians of a Martial Artist to soften and clog when using Inner Strength, making it difficult for them to use their Inner Strength for a short period.
Today, they even deliberately increased the dosage. By all accounts, Su Luo should be unable to use his own strength at this moment.
Yet the situation at hand was beyond their expectations.
"Die."
He Wei immediately reacted, charging toward Huang Qingyu for the kill. He swung his fist with a fierce whistling sound, aiming for Huang Qingyu’s head.
Su Luo, they didn’t take seriously, as in their eyes, Su Luo was just a Third-Grade Grandmaster, easily crushable.
The reason they used poison was specifically targeting Huang Qingyu, a Ninth-Grade Grandmaster.
At this moment, sensing something amiss, He Wei’s first reaction was to kill Huang Qingyu first.
However, facing the punch that He Wei threw at him, Huang Qingyu sneered, "Fool."
He didn’t even bother to stand up, just raised a fist and collided with He Wei’s punch.
"Bang!"
With the rumbling sound of the clash of Inner Strength, Huang Qingyu remained unharmed, still sitting in his chair. In contrast, He Wei’s entire fist exploded, and his arm’s tendons and bones also burst under the impact of the force, mangled and bloodied, as he was sent flying backward.
"Pfft."
He Wei flew backwards, crashing onto the wall, making it shake before he fell to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.
He looked at Huang Qingyu in utter shock.
Meanwhile, Su Luo held the long sword; his wrist exerted strength, trembled slightly, and a surge of force traveled down the sword.
He Qinglian’s sword-wielding right hand instantly shattered, blood splattering everywhere.
The long sword in her hand flew from her grasp as well.
With another flick of his wrist, Su Luo sent the sword flying backward. At the same time, Su Luo’s Divine Sense attacked He Qinglian, hampering her movements, allowing the sword to successfully pierce her chest, carrying her out and nailing her directly to the wall.
"How could this be?"
By the time He Qinglian came to her senses, it was too late. Her face also showed an unprecedented look of horror.
Su Luo rose to his feet.
His gaze swept over He Wei and He Qinglian, "Sorry, such poison is ineffective against me."
He had the Chaos Bead to protect his body, such poison would simply be absorbed and neutralized by the Chaos Bead.
As for Huang Qingyu...
Huang Qingyu was an Elder of the Medicine God Temple and also a Ninth-Grade Grandmaster. If it was that simple to poison him, then Huang Qingyu might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it to death.
"Spare... spare my life..."
He Wei began to beg for mercy, knowing that this time, they had probably kicked an iron plate.
"Where did you get all these Yin Stones and Yang Stones from?"
Su Luo walked up to He Wei and asked.
A powerful Divine Sense pressure also swept towards He Wei.
He Wei said in terror, "These... these were robbed. Just spare my life, and I... I can take you to find more stones like these..."
"You’re lying," Su Luo said coldly.
Under his Divine Sense probing, He Wei’s emotional fluctuations, and the changes in his eyes were clear as day, and He Wei’s psychological endurance was mediocre at best, giving Su Luo a clear judgment.
"No... I... everything I said is... is true..." He Wei coughed up blood again as he hurriedly spoke.
"Get rid of him," Su Luo said to Huang Qingyu, not giving He Wei another look.
"Don’t, don’t cripple me," He Wei said hurriedly.
But Su Luo didn’t look back.
Huang Qingyu approached He Wei, looked at him, and said coldly, "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for provoking the wrong person."
"You can’t cripple me, I’m from the Hidden Sect, if you cripple me, the Hidden Sect will surely seek revenge on our behalf," He Wei said in panic, hurriedly.
Su Luo paused, turned his head, and asked, "Which Hidden Sect are you from?"
"I am... I am from Qingfeng Pavilion!" He Wei said, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, immediately.
Huang Qingyu glanced at him and then said to Su Luo, "Mr. Su, Qingfeng Pavilion, was already destroyed seven or eight years ago."
He Wei’s expression froze.
He looked at Huang Qingyu in terror. Who was this person? How could he know such a secret?
"Cripple them."
Su Luo lost interest.
Huang Qingyu nodded and then struck out with a palm, blasting it against He Wei’s dantian, the place where a person stores their Inner Strength. With his dantian destroyed by Huang Qingyu’s palm, it meant that He Wei had become a cripple, who from that day on, would never be able to wield Martial Arts powers again.
He would also be unable to train afresh in Martial Arts.
Then, Huang Qingyu moved in front of He Qinglian.
"Don’t, don’t cripple me, alright? I... I have a good figure, I can serve you, I can take care of you... as a slave or a servant... anything..."
He Qinglian hurriedly begged for mercy, being a Grandmaster who once looked down upon others, but if her Martial Arts cultivation were to be crippled, for them, it would be worse than death.
However, Huang Qingyu’s expression remained cold and unmoved, and with a palm strike, He Qinglian’s dantian was also crippled.
At this moment.
Su Luo had already collected all the Yin Stones and Yang Stones into the Storage Ring. After leaving the room, he also found the remaining dozens of Yin Stones and Yang Stones.
"They said there were more than eight thousand pieces, but there are actually just over eight hundred," Su Luo said with a smile.
Nevertheless, with these Yin Stones and Yang Stones, Su Luo could absorb them and generate a significant amount of Chaos Qi while cultivating, which would greatly assist Su Luo in his training of Chaotic Power.
This trip, then, could be considered a good haul.
Just as Su Luo was about to leave, he suddenly felt something with his Divine Sense, and immediately leaped onto the wall top, looking towards the direction of a large bamboo forest on the right.
"Aunt Shen?"
Suddenly, Su Luo’s expression changed slightly.
Someone was trying to kill Aunt Shen.
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