Chapter 63 063 "How many are there? I'll take them all."...

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Inn.

Outside the window, the setting sun shone like blood, while inside, blood splattered like plum blossoms on the window frame.

The sound of splashing water was so piercing, like a dagger piercing through the quiet, dimly lit room.

The little poisonous creature is washing its outer garment.

No matter how many basins of clean water you wash with, you still can't get rid of the bloodstains on your outer robe.

【let go! 】

He punched the little Taoist boy who was only waist-high in front of him, one punch after another. He didn't want to mess with a brat who was still wet behind the ears, but the boy didn't know what was good for him.

Then you can't blame him.

Like ink splashed on a canvas, the outer robe was almost completely soaked with splattered blood.

From bright red to black.

【…No…No…Don’t loosen!】

Even though the young Taoist boy was beaten black and blue, his left arm was broken, and his eyes were glazed over, he still gripped the corner of the boy's robe tightly with his three intact fingers. His once chubby face was now covered in blood, almost no intact flesh visible, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, fixed on the little poisoner, uttering each word with utmost defiance:

[You little...little thief! You escaped three years ago, but you won't escape this time! When the...Master Sect Leader emerges from seclusion, when...eldest senior brother, second senior brother, third senior sister, fourth senior brother, fifth senior brother, sixth...sister, and seventh senior brother return from their travels, when...when Uncle-Master Xiaoyaozi returns, we'll settle all our old and new scores together!]

[You're asking for it!]

The boy's face was indifferent, but a pair of beautiful, dark eyes flashed with a furious gloom as he threw a punch with a chilling killing intent straight at the Taoist boy's face!

He had already been exposed, and he should have killed him to silence him, but his fist stopped just an inch from the boy's face!

For a fleeting moment, the boy's strikingly bright round eyes and his equally bright almond-shaped eyes merged together.

The fierce wind from the punch made the young Taoist's long eyelashes tremble wildly. The young Taoist was so frightened that his pupils contracted, and he even forgot to breathe, freezing on the spot.

Until the person in front of him—"Xue Sangui"—released him, and in a few leaps, he disappeared into the artificial hill behind the hot spring, leaving no trace.

The commotion on the back mountain finally attracted many Lingxiao disciples. Meng Xiaochuan was just a child after all. He finally came to his senses amidst the calls of his fellow disciples. His mouth trembled and he suddenly burst into tears.

He just... really thought he was going to die.

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The clear water in the copper basin reflected the pale, sinister face of the little poisonous creature.

His face looked terrible.

No matter how many times he washed it, the outer robe remained covered in dark bloodstains, and he stared at the bloodstains on the robe in a daze.

Three years ago, he looted all the trumpet vine flowers in the sacred spring of Dagushan Mountain. Since then, the Lingxiao Sect has refused to allow outsiders to enter and closed its gates. What about three years later?

What are these pedantic Taoist priests planning to do now?

The worst-case scenario is that Ji Yunshu, the consumptive young master of Sun and Moon Fortress, issues a kill order, hunting him down to the ends of the earth as a mere bluff—he doesn't care. But to get the trumpet creeper flower again… that's probably as difficult as ascending to heaven.

……hateful.

We should at least snatch one trumpet creeper, even just a single petal.

He should have killed that kid!

The calm water in the bronze mirror suddenly rippled, so subtle it was almost invisible to the naked eye. The little poisonous creature frowned and grabbed the bronze basin, throwing it behind it!

The person kicked the copper basin away with a flying kick!

The copper basin was kicked open, only to be met with a vicious palm strike from the little poisoner, its fingers even holding silver needles coated with deadly poison—a ruthless attack aimed straight at the attacker's face, intended to kill instantly! The attacker froze, and in a flash, the booming voice of Master Lu flashed through his mind—

[The human body has 108 acupoints, of which 72 are not fatal and will not be discussed. The remaining 36 are major acupoints, all of which are fatal. These are divided into nine death acupoints, nine fainting acupoints, nine numbness acupoints, nine mute acupoints, and the remaining 36 acupoints.]

The newcomer was still half-suspended in the air and could not avoid it, but he was not flustered. He turned his head to cover his face and vital points, and could only ram his shoulder into the palm of the little poisoner that was hiding silver needles!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The newcomer remained calm and composed, while the little poisoner lost its composure. Once the palm technique was unleashed, it was too close to retract its hand. The palm wind shattered the poisoned needle tip, and although the force of the palm was reduced by six-tenths, it still struck the newcomer's shoulder solidly!

A low, muffled groan escaped her lips as she was struck to the ground in pain. She was quickly enveloped in a familiar, cool embrace. The next second, the flames of the Netherfire licked and kissed her wounded shoulder, instantly extinguishing the burning pain as if the icy flames had been extinguished.

However, the soreness from that slap still lingered in her flesh. The little poisoner had clearly used deadly force, especially as he pressed and pinched her injuries, causing Jiang Ling'er to finally grimace in pain.

The person who came was Jiang Ling'er.

Seeing that the person was unharmed, the little poisonous creature breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment the hand that was pressing on her shoulder gripped it even tighter, and its beautiful, dark eyes burned with a sea of ​​angry flames as it angrily rebuked her:

"Are you crazy! What if I hurt you?!"

Jiang Ling'er was startled by the shout and froze on the spot, even temporarily forgetting the pain in her shoulder. She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and it took her a while to find her voice: "...What happened? You..."

In fact, Little Poison hadn't been this angry in a very long time. He didn't even dare to say his usual sarcastic remarks anymore. He had been acting like a clingy puppy for days, which was annoying. At this moment, his unusual behavior was so noticeable that even Jiang Ling'er, who was usually oblivious to such things, could tell something was wrong.

Today, she received guidance from Master Ma and Master Lu. Those few words of advice felt like a sudden, profound awakening. Although she was at Uncle Shui's massage parlor, her mind was already back at the inn, eager to spar with Little Poison and study those key techniques. Even if it weren't for that, they often exchanged blows without Little Poison's dramatic reaction. Remembering Little Poison's unusual behavior this morning, disappearing early, Jiang Ling'er's brow furrowed suddenly, a flash of inspiration striking her:

"...Who do you think I am?"

The little poisoner paused slightly, the sea of ​​fire in his eyes suddenly went out, and the hand gripping her shoulder involuntarily loosened, but his mouth did not let go, his slightly pale lips pressed tightly into a line.

Something's fishy.

Jiang Ling'er squinted and leaned closer to him: "Hey..."

But the little poisonous creature abruptly stood up before she could get close, interrupting her. Before leaving, it didn't forget to take the fallen copper basin with it, along with the clothes inside, saying hurriedly, "The clothes are dirty, I'll go wash them."

In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone, leaving Jiang Ling'er standing there blinking. After a while, a dissatisfied roar came from inside the room:

"...Hey! Mine's in the wash too!"

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The corner of the back door of the inn.

The copper basin crashed to the ground with a thud, along with the blood-stained clothes that had been soaking in it.

The little poisonous creature pressed its back tightly against the wall, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. It thought to itself, "That was close!" Just as it was about to pick up the clothes that had fallen to the ground, a familiar, piercing pain suddenly shot through its chest. The attack had flared up again, a thousand times worse than before!

He gritted his teeth and groaned, his whole body shuddered, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, his face turning completely white in an instant.

The little poisonous creature glanced back at Jiang Ling'er's profile, which could only be vaguely seen inside the room, and gasped for breath. With one hand covering its chest, which felt like it was about to tear apart, and the other hand on the wall, it stumbled away.

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He couldn't stay here, couldn't stay by Jiang Ling'er's side.

Unlike before, he knew this was the old man's revenge for his "disobedience".

It's finally here.

Without the trumpet creeper, he couldn't suppress the venomous insects biting him... He would lose his mind and hurt her.

So he had to go far away.

The farther the better, until... until the Gu worms inside my body are subsided before I can return...

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The little poisonous creature had no idea how far or how long it had traveled, or when the night had fallen.

Night fell.

The usually deserted Qing Shi Town is now brightly lit, as if it has shed its disguise and revealed its ghostly fangs.

It's a ghost market.

He stumbled and swayed all the way, the excruciating pain in his chest, as if being bitten by a million ants, making him lose consciousness and crumble completely. He vaguely smelled a hidden fragrance, and following his instincts, he stumbled towards it. The excruciating pain in his chest spread upwards, piercing his bones. His vision went black, and just as he was about to fall, he was firmly supported by two hands.

"What a coincidence, brother! How did you know I just received a new batch of trumpet creeper flowers today?"

The little poisonous creature paused slightly, clinging to the last shred of reason with its bitten lower lip, and struggled to open its eyes. What came into view was a familiar smiling lucky cat mask.

The little poisoner began to suspect that he had mistaken the person for someone else; this kid should have been captured and interrogated by the Lingxiao Sect. He also suspected that he had misheard.

"……What?"

The boy wearing the lucky cat mask smiled without answering, and led the little poisonous creature directly to the stall, yanking off the black cloth covering it—

The entire countertop was covered in trumpet vines!

Unlike the withered dried flowers before, these flowers still have dewdrops on them, looking fresh and vibrant, as if they were picked just a second ago and placed on the table the next.

The stall owner, wearing a lucky cat mask, leaned closer to the little poisonous creature and whispered:

"What a stroke of luck, brother! The Lingxiao Sect was attacked today, and the victim was, even more coincidentally, the Daoist boy guarding the Sacred Spring! He was severely injured and reportedly fainted within moments. Right now, the Lingxiao Sect is in complete chaos trying to catch the culprit, and with the Sacred Spring unguarded, the Lingxiao Flower is naturally within our grasp..."

The little poisonous creature listened quietly, then picked up the most beautiful trumpet creeper flower from the table, sniffed it lightly, and put it in its mouth to chew.

In an instant, the Gu worms that were about to burst out of his chest calmed down considerably, his wandering consciousness returned, and his mind became clear.

The little poisoner tossed a small medicine bottle from its bosom, from which rolled various pills, including the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, spilled out. Its eyelids lifted, revealing a deep, dark gaze.

"I'll take them all, however many there are."

"No problem, no problem..." The lucky cat stall owner smiled and put the small medicine bottle into his bag. The smiling, empty eyes of the lucky cat mask looked up at the little poisonous creature. As he spoke, he wrapped the entire display of trumpet creeper flowers on the table with a tablecloth and stuffed them into the little poisonous creature's arms. "From now on, there will be fresh ones every day!"

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