Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 355 Pouring Out

Chapter 355: Chapter 355 Pouring Out

As he spoke, the elder tapped the inkstone and jade box with a stone, and maggots immediately flew toward the black glory, tearing it apart.

Click!

In an instant, the black glory formed a protective barrier, but a small hole was bitten through it. The previously impenetrable Yin Snake Maggot suddenly felt the appearance of this small opening, and poured in relentlessly.

Meanwhile, the other elders seized the opportunity to release the poisonous maggots gathered in their hands, which invaded Yang Tian through the small gap.

"Interesting!"

Yang Tian hadn’t expected his Devil Essence barrier to form a small hole that the maggots could penetrate; it compelled him to retract the spiritual force and peer at the maggots now resting on the surface of the barrier.

Yet the other poisonous worms remained unseen.

Because Yang Tian sensed a thread of energy emanating from these maggots—a kindred aura accompanying his own breath, an energy consuming this concealed mystery.

Why would the Miao Clan possess such devouring energy?

Yang Tian was filled with doubt, but Elder Shi and the others didn’t care about his thoughts. To them, Yang Tian’s Inner Strength and external barrier had been broken, leaving him defenseless before them. With no maggot attacks imminent, what else could deter them?

At that moment, Elder Shi took out a waist drum and began tapping it lightly, following a specific rhythm. The other elders followed his lead, creating synchronized beats.

Under the lead of Yin Snake Maggot, the elders released poisonous maggots that, upon hearing the drum rhythms, seemed stimulated and became exceedingly active, charging wildly at Yang Tian.

In moments, Yang Tian was surrounded by venom, nearly engulfing him.

"It’s over for him!"

Seeing this scene, Xiong Xiong suddenly sighed.

She thought the elders would directly subdue Yang Tian, but who could have anticipated Yang Tian’s identity, making it impossible for conventional methods to restrain him?

Now encircled by countless maggots, even if Yang Tian’s hardened skin could stave off devouring, these maggots could still prove deadly.

Old Shi glanced at Yang Tian, who was engulfed by poisonous maggots, then murmured faintly, "Since this Han warrior is naturally a king of martial arts, we need not wait any longer. You can boast after you’re back at rest! As for this man, once the poison has completely corroded his body, his bones will be buried behind the mountain."

Speaking these words, Elder Shi waved his hand dismissively and turned to leave.

Just as he took his first step, a sudden cry of astonishment erupted from another elder.

"This... what... what is happening here?"

Elder Shi’s brows furrowed as he turned back, only for his mouth to abruptly gape open.

For he saw that Yang Tian, who should have been under attack from the poisonous maggots, was instead enveloped in golden glory. The venomous maggots had seemingly calmed down, falling at Yang Tian’s feet, quivering in fear.

The sensation... it seemed as though these poisonous spirits feared Yang Tian.

"This... what is going on here?"

Elder Shi rubbed his eyes and reexamined the scene, realizing it was not an illusion—it was reality.

A Han individual able to render their poison harmless? Even inducing fear?

Was he proficient in poison as well?

While Shi and the others harbored doubts, Yang Tian acted indifferently, casually extending a single hand. The maggot flew up from the ground and landed in his palm.

Inspecting it in detail, Yang Tian suddenly broke into laughter.

For he discovered that this maggot contained traces of his own Devil Essence.

"So, it appears quite intriguing. When the elders of the Black Miao Clan and White Miao Clan were slain, they cleverly intercepted a magical force and refined it into these poisonous maggots using the devouring spiritual energy."

Yang Tianxiao waved his hand, sweeping away all the venom.

Elder Shi and the others sank to the ground, stunned and speechless.

He could not only control poison—they saw him effortlessly flick his sleeve and eradicate even the most potent venom.

What did this signify?

This was no mere skill of a born martial arts king. These weren’t ordinary abilities of any known warrior or practitioner.

Only the ancestral origins of the Miao Clan...

The realization turned Elder Shi and the others’ expressions even grimmer.

Xiong Qian, too, widened her eyes in disbelief at how easily Yang Tian had dismantled the efforts of Elder Shi and the other elders.

At that moment, Yang Tian even evoked in Xiong Qian a feeling reminiscent of her grandfather.

The same overwhelming presence!

But regarding their reactions, Yang Tian remained indifferent, still calmly walking forward.

From his first contact with the black robe, Yang Tian had gleaned the nature of poisonous maggots—they originated as a branch of monster cultivation, belonging to one of the seventy-two paths of the Monster Way.

Why would Yang Tian fear poison?

Especially now, when Yang Tian resided in an environment housing a heart-devouring insect, along with the strongest Golden Silkworm Maggot—a being that held mastery over all maggots in the world.

With these two combined, even Elder Shi’s most potent poisonous maggots—multiplied by a thousandfold—still remained trivial in Yang Tian’s eyes!

Sigh...

As Yang Tian approached the entrance of the Congress Hall, he sighed at last.

The hall’s wooden doors slowly creaked open, and an elderly man with white hair emerged slowly. None other than the elder of the New Miao Clan, Xiong Qian’s grandfather, Xiong Bian!

"Unaffected by maggot poison, capable of controlling ten thousand maggots—it seems the maggot god has entrusted this gift to humanity for the New Miao Clan. But who could have foreseen that this time, the maggot god’s favor fell upon the Han people!"

Xiong Bian lifted his gaze toward Yang Tian, sighing deeply.

God among gods—descendants of gods?

Only after hearing this revelation did everyone look at Yang Tian with newfound awe and admiration.

"So it is... it turns out he’s the devil’s heir!"

Elder Shi, too, was stunned, but he quickly recalled that Yang Tian had briefly mentioned the Maggot God earlier, which he hadn’t taken seriously.

Now, Yang Tian’s unusual phenomena took on ever greater significance.

But as everyone prepared to revere Yang Tian as this so-called magical predecessor, Yang Tian shook his head lightly and said faintly, "I’m not a descendant of magic; I merely seek magic!"

"You’re not the heir of the gods?"

Clan Leader Xiong Bian chuckled and said, "You can control all maggots, unaffected by their poison, even possess the Golden Silkworm Maggot within you. If that isn’t divine lineage, what is?"

"The Golden Silkworm?"

Yang Tian replied with a simple phrase, "Only goblins can devour the Golden Silkworm, is that not true?"

"Such is nature."

Elder Xiong smiled slightly as he spoke, but his expression suddenly grew rigid as his gaze caught Yang Tian’s eyes.

In that moment, he saw a hint of darkness within Yang Tian’s gaze—a pure and profound darkness, capable of pulling souls into an abyss!

What struck Xiong Bian the most was how that darkness seemed familiar, as though he’d encountered it somewhere before.

This realization shook Elder Xiong deeply, and he murmured to himself, "I... I feel I’ve seen you before, and yet it seems I’ve never met you! You... you’re not the heir of the gods. You... you are him!"

As he uttered this, Elder Xiong’s composed demeanor transformed into terror, leaving him frozen in place.

Elder Shi and the others saw Elder Xiong in such an astonished state.

Moments ago, Yang Tian was deemed the descendant of the devil. But who could he possibly be now?

If Yang Tian wasn’t a monster, then who?

Who else but the Poison God could possess Yang Tian’s capabilities?

"Grandfather, Grandfather! What’s wrong with you?"

Xiong Qian was most concerned for her grandfather’s health. Seeing him so distressed, she immediately clung to Xiong Bian’s arm and shook it, shouting loudly.

Hearing his beloved granddaughter’s frantic cries, Elder Xiong gradually regained his senses, but then looked at Yang Tian in sheer terror. Falling to his knees, he trembled as he cried out in reverent fear, "The elder of the New Miao Clan humbly welcomes the arrival of the great one!"