This matter concerns the sect's most important affairs, so Xiao Feng certainly cannot make the decision himself.
He glanced at Su Xueqing, his expression extremely serious: "You'll have to ask me about this; I can't make decisions for you."
Seeing that Xiao Feng did not make a choice on behalf of their Ming Cult, Su Mu inexplicably developed a certain fondness for him.
Turning to look at the purple-robed youth, she felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
I tried to recall it, but I couldn't find it in my memory.
Su Xueqing sized up the purple-robed youth, somewhat puzzled by his identity, and did not offer an answer.
Seeing that he had not received an answer for a long time, he turned to look at the others and said: "I, Wu Long, am here. You are all a bunch of trash. You can't even beat these lowly people from the lower realm."
The Poison Sect Master, seeing how badly he had been portrayed, was filled with anger and gently patted the man beside him.
The young master had only taken one step forward when his face immediately turned a strange bluish-purple color.
They were experts in the use of poison, so how could they not recognize these as symptoms of poisoning? Their eyes widened suddenly: "Poisoning? You're an expert in this too?"
They pounded their hands on the young master's body, trying to cleanse him of the toxins.
Unfortunately, his spiritual energy had absolutely no effect on his body.
Moreover, when he withdrew his spiritual energy, it was even accompanied by a strong concentration of toxins.
If this spiritual energy is withdrawn, I'm afraid I'll also be contaminated by the poison.
"If you don't have any powerful tricks up your sleeve, no one can save him."
His expression was extremely mocking; killing the young master of the Poison Sect was like killing a stray dog in the countryside.
Seeing this person's intense arrogance, the Poison Sect Master understood his strength. He took a deep breath and unleashed his spiritual power.
He took out the precious Heavenly Silkworm from his clothes with his right hand and placed it in the ear of the Poison Sect's young master, hoping to use it to completely suck out the toxins.
As the Heavenly Silkworm entered the young master of the Poison Sect's ear, the sect leader, with a serious expression, carefully manipulated everything with his spiritual power.
After an unknown amount of time, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he looked up at the mysterious man: "Where did you get this poison from? It's far superior to mine!"
Even the precious Heavenly Silkworm was killed by this poison, which is not a good thing.
"call out..."
The Poison Sect Master landed in front of the purple-robed youth, and the spiritual power within his body roared like a volcano.
"Hand over the antidote, or I won't hesitate to kill you here."
Seeing that he was about to attack him, the purple-robed youth seemed to disregard him and snorted coldly, "Look at the door."
Just then, a man carrying a snake staff walked by at the door, wearing a gray cloth hat on his head.
"Anyone who dares to harm my grandson, I will make sure his bones are never removed."
The spiritual energy within him turned purplish-brown, enveloping everyone present.
When they saw the power within this person, they were stunned and speechless for a long time, their faces filled with shock.
Upon noticing the spiritual energy within his body moving like a tortoise crawling, the young master of the Poison Sect's expression naturally changed drastically: "This...this...the spiritual energy within my body cannot circulate."
Without the protection of spiritual power, the poison spread rapidly.
When the Poison Sect Master saw this person arrive, he walked up to him with a smirk and said, "Poison Emperor, what brings you here?"
Wu Hai glanced at him sideways, then unleashed a surge of spiritual energy that slammed into him, sending him flying.
"Pfft..."
Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had sustained serious injuries.
"This is the price you pay for bullying my grandson. Don't think my grandson is easy to bully."
The Poison Sect Master didn't dare to show the slightest temper, fearing that this person would take the blame upon himself.
Seeing his expression, the crowd remained silent, took a deep breath, and exchanged glances: "Just who is this person? He's terrifying!"
"Indeed, how wonderful it would be if I had such strength."
The ability to restrict the strength of others with a mere gesture is something that not everyone can do.
Seeing that no one in the room had any objections, Wu Hai quietly approached Su Mu and said, "Old man Su, I see that your daughter is pretty. Why don't you make her my granddaughter-in-law?"
His tone was full of teasing, as if he thought Su Mu would definitely give it up without hesitation.
In the eyes of the strong, these rules are like child's play, and there is no need to follow them at all.
Xiao Feng glanced at Su Xueqing and found her face extremely ugly, clearly recognizing who this person was.
"What happened?"
Su Xueqing gestured with her chin towards Wu Hai, who was not far away: "That man named Wu Hai is the Poison King. Even my father is wary of him."
The Poison King's use of poison was so unpredictable that no one could even detect that they had been poisoned.
Upon learning that the person possessed such strength, Xiao Feng was filled with shock: "There's actually such a thing? It seems our opponent this time is a bit tricky."
If they can follow the rules, they can use those rules to defeat people.
Conversely, if they insist on taking him away, even Su Mu would likely have no excuse to stop them.
It wasn't that Su Mu was less capable than him, but rather that Su Mu felt they were a more suitable family.
When he noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, he quietly took two steps forward and said, "Haha, you all have your eyes on me, which makes me a little embarrassed."
After careful consideration, he looked at Wu Hai and said, "You haven't shown any sincerity. Do you expect me to give you my daughter for nothing?"
The Ming Cult and the Poison Sect are two equally renowned sects. He certainly couldn't bring himself to send his daughter away for nothing.
If Wu Hai uses his power to intimidate others, the two sects might just go to war, and the outcome would be uncertain.
Seeing that Su Mu needed some sincerity, Wu Hai couldn't help but burst into laughter and looked at everyone present.
"If you think our Poison Sect is capable, then I hope you will give me face and contribute some silver or cultivation techniques."
Everyone present brought out their prized possessions, fearing he might cause them trouble.
Wu Hai's move of killing without leaving a trace has deeply impressed people; no one wants to become a corpse lying on the ground for no reason.
Seeing that the items were in place, Wu Hai casually waved his hand, sending them all to Su Mu.
"These are all cultivation techniques and elixirs from renowned sects. They should be a good betrothal gift, right?"
Seeing that the items before him were all high-end, Su Mu took a deep breath and nodded: "These items are indeed quite nice, but my daughter..."
"You should think this through. Our Poison Sect is on par with yours, but we are not afraid of your Ming Cult."
The spiritual energy within them is quite special; if it were to spread, not a single Ming Cult disciple would be able to escape unscathed.
As Xiao Feng watched them begin to threaten Su Mu, his brows furrowed, and his spiritual energy quietly began to circulate within him.
In the distance, Su Mu weighed the pros and cons, looked up at Wu Long, and thought his strength was quite good: "Marrying Wu Long is a good choice. We can join forces."
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