Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 129 - 0129: Black Devour Ten Thousand Gu Poison (3 Releases)

Chapter 129: Chapter 0129: Black Devour Ten Thousand Gu Poison (3 Releases)

"Boom!!!"

A massive explosion caused the surrounding air to tremble.

Rubble flew everywhere.

In the clash, the sword Qi from Ye Qingfeng’s Hundred Swords Slaying was directly caught by Qu Feng’s blood-red eagle claw.

The claw struck empty air.

However, this also caused the already unstable blood-red eagle claw to shatter completely.

The shockwave exacerbated Ye Qingfeng’s injuries.

In contrast, Qu Feng remained standing in place.

If there was any part of Qu Feng that Ye Qingfeng managed to hurt.

It would be the not-so-deep sword mark on Qu Feng’s cheek, with fresh blood oozing out.

And the somewhat tousled loose hair.

Clearly, the blood-red eagle claw did not fully block the sword Qi from Ye Qingfeng’s Hundred Swords Slaying.

"All appearance, this kind of sword skill is wasted on trash like you."

Qu Feng licked the blood dripping from his face, exuding a sinister aura.

"Hmph! I told you, no matter how many trump cards this kid has, it’s impossible for him to fight across so many realms."

Xia Moxuan smiled lightly, looking at Ye Qingfeng, who leaned against a tree trunk like a dying dog, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Hey! How are you feeling?"

At this moment, Mu Yaoyao and the Little Monk rushed to Ye Qingfeng’s side and spoke up.

"I’m not dead yet."

Ye Qingfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cast a glance at Mu Yaoyao.

"Whether you live or die is not up to you, your fate is in my hands now."

Qu Feng sneered coldly.

"Worry about your own life first!"

Ye Qingfeng leaned against the tree trunk, gritting his teeth, wobbling as he stood up, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Kid, you’re still bluffing..."

Hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, Qu Feng slowly paced over.

But just as he started speaking, he suddenly felt a burning sensation from the wound on his face.

"There’s something wrong with the sword..."

Qu Feng’s face changed dramatically, as it seemed a poison was flowing into his body from the wound.

No matter how much spiritual power Qu Feng exerted, he couldn’t expel it; the black poison burrowed like a parasitic insect into his bones.

The burning sensation, like ten thousand ants biting, made even the peak War Master Qu Feng cry out in pain.

"This is the Black Devouring Ten Thousand Gu poison."

Mu Yaoyao exclaimed in surprise.

Then she quickly covered her red lips with her jade hand.

"You... recognize this poison?"

Ye Qingfeng looked at Mu Yaoyao with a thoughtful gaze.

This poison was brought from the Ye Family in the Extraordinary Realm, the same poison the Ye Family once suffered from.

Even in the Extraordinary Realm, few could recognize it.

Now that Mu Yaoyao knew about it, it was clear her identity was somewhat mysterious.

"I... I was just guessing."

Mu Yaoyao’s dark eyes darted around, giving a delicate humph.

However, Ye Qingfeng didn’t mind, as discussing matters of the Extraordinary Realm was still too distant now.

"Ah! Give me the antidote, give me the antidote, I want you dead..."

Qu Feng rolled on the ground in agony, continuously howling.

The words were filled with boundless killing intent.

But he couldn’t stand up.

"What’s going on?"

Tang Xianxian grew nervous upon seeing the sudden change in the situation.

"Damn, it must be that kid’s sword is poisoned..."

Xia Moxuan glared in Ye Qingfeng’s direction, eyes filled with reluctance.

He hadn’t expected his Guard Captain to fall for it.

"Ordinary poisons have no effect on a peak War Master martial artist; it must be some powerful poison."

Tang Xianxian analyzed.

"Let’s see if Qu Feng can suppress the poison!"

At this moment, Xia Moxuan dared not approach Qu Feng; he didn’t want to take any risks.

"This poison, no one can cure it now!"

Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice echoed.

By now, Qu Feng, writhing and moaning on the ground, had blood slowly oozing from his seven orifices.

The color of the blood was a dark black.

Not only from the seven orifices, but Qu Feng’s skin also began to crack, oozing blood.

The Ye Family was powerless against this poison, let alone a peak War Master.

Those who choose to serve a great family should also be prepared for such an end.

"Ye Qingfeng, I’d advise you to hand over the antidote..."

By now, Xia Moxuan no longer regarded Ye Qingfeng as trash.

A piece of trash wouldn’t possess such advanced martial arts.

Nor a poison that even a peak War Master warrior couldn’t resist.

"Sure, bring me your head in exchange!"

Ye Qingfeng propped himself up with the longsword, his sharp gaze fixed on Xia Moxuan.

"You..."

Xia Moxuan hadn’t expected that severely injured Ye Qingfeng would still dare to be so arrogant.

But Xia Moxuan didn’t dare gamble, even on the slightest chance of getting poisoned like Qu Feng.

"Let’s go."

Qu Feng lay on the ground, fully soaked in black blood, seemingly transforming into a pool of blood.

His face contorted in deathly terror, his widely opened eyes showing that he had no breath left.

After a moment’s thought, Xia Moxuan grabbed Tang Xianxian’s wrist, and with a few swift moves, they vanished into the dense forest.

"Pfft!"

As soon as Xia Moxuan and Tang Xianxian left, Ye Qingfeng could no longer hold on, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his vision blackening as he collapsed.

Taking the full force of a near-War General’s attack, it was only by sheer physical strength that Ye Qingfeng survived.

He didn’t know how long had passed, but Ye Qingfeng soon felt waves of pain from his abdomen, as if someone was tending to his wounds.

Opening his eyes, he saw Mu Yaoyao’s delicate and gentle face, covered in tiny beads of sweat.

This sight filled Ye Qingfeng with warmth.

"Hey, you’re awake! What’s with the dazed look?"

Mu Yaoyao, having finished bandaging, lifted her head to look at Ye Qingfeng, who was staring at her blankly, and couldn’t help but remind him.

"Hmm! Did you bring me over?"

Looking at the campfire and the cave behind them, Ye Qingfeng asked.

"Of course, I’m exhausted! These Three-Colored Flame Deer meat and antlers are all yours."

Mu Yaoyao clapped her hands and, unconcerned with her image, sat down on a pile of dry grass.

She then took out the meat and antlers from a storage container.

Ye Qingfeng nodded and accepted them.

Now, he needed the beast meat of demon beasts with strong power to heal and cultivate.

"How’s the Little Monk?"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the Little Monk nearby, who was sitting cross-legged in recovery, and asked.

"The Little Monk just overexerted his spiritual power and had some minor injuries earlier. He should be fine once he recovers."

Mu Yaoyao’s beautiful eyes twinkled in surprise at Ye Qingfeng’s concern for others.

The atmosphere turned a little awkward.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t mind, he just didn’t want to waste any time.