As dusk fell, Li Mu bid farewell to Xu Shiheng.
Strolling along the Black Mud Lake, a gentle breeze caresses your face, and the fragrance of lotus blossoms fills the air.
The fragrance of lotus blossoms and the evening breeze create a refreshing and delightful atmosphere.
My emotions gradually relaxed, and my anxious state of mind eased.
He had only been in the distant land of the divine realm for a day, and was so eager to find his enemy that he didn't care about where he would stay.
In my consciousness, there was a small grove of trees more than ten kilometers away from Black Mud Lake.
Li Mu planned to rest and recuperate there for one night before making further plans.
According to Xu Shiheng, China is vast, covering millions of square kilometers and with a population of tens of millions.
Without the label of "martial artist," it would be extremely difficult for him to find two people among millions.
We can now narrow our search down to the four major sects, but we must find someone else to confirm the origins of the two individuals.
A few minutes later, Li Mu landed in the grove and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.
This place is indeed more suitable for cultivation. He only needed to adjust his breathing for two hours, and the spiritual energy in his body was automatically replenished.
If he takes the medicine, his cultivation level can reach the late stage of the eighth level of Qi Refining in just one year, and it is not impossible for him to break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Not long after, Li Mu, who was meditating, sensed some movement in the forest.
Soon, two people appeared in my consciousness.
The two men, one running and the other chasing, were stumbling and staggering, seemingly drunk or poisoned, and running in a panic.
The person chasing behind was unhurried and confident, as if he were keeping the person in front of him on his toes.
After running for about 400 or 500 meters into the forest, the people in front of them finally couldn't run anymore and sat down against a tree.
The person behind slowly approached, a withered face bearing a cold smile.
The two were less than a hundred meters away from Li Mu, and his every move was under his divine sense. He could even hear the slightest sound of their voices.
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"Poison Taoist, my Feng family has never offended you, why do you want to exterminate us all?"
The person leaning against the tree spoke, panting heavily.
"Why!? Feng Feng, you want to know why you're about to die, is that it? I can tell you why I killed your Feng family members."
More than forty years ago, Feng Xi of the Feng family killed my wife, children, and all nine members of my family for a martial arts manual. Tell me, should I have killed you?
The Poison Taoist spoke through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse, filled with hatred.
As he spoke, several malignant tumors twitched on his gaunt face.
Under the moonlight, it appeared particularly eerie.
Upon hearing the name Feng Xi, Li Mu's eyelids twitched.
He thought to himself, "Could it be such a coincidence? Could that cultivator Feng Xi be the person this Poison Taoist was talking about?"
"Now that you know the reason, you can set off in peace. Your Feng family still has a Feng Hui, and I will find him."
"I have killed countless people in my life, many of whom may have been innocent, but not those surnamed Feng."
The Poison Taoist continued.
"You! You're so cruel..."
Before Feng Feng could finish speaking, he died bleeding from all seven orifices.
The Poison Taoist took out a jade bottle from his ring and poured some powder onto Feng Feng's body.
Then, a wisp of green smoke rose from Feng Feng's body, instantly turning into a pool of blood.
Corpse-dissolving powder!
Upon seeing this, Li Mu immediately understood what the Poison Taoist had taken out: poison powder specifically used to clean up corpses after murder.
No wonder this person is called the Poison Daoist; he must be someone who cultivates the Dao of Poison.
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The cultivation of poison techniques is documented in the cultivation world.
The path of poison is but a minor one.
In the cultivation world, there are many who practice the path of poison, which is not the orthodox path.
Because those who cultivate the Way of Poison, when using poison against their enemies, violate the natural order, causing widespread poisoning and resulting in too many innocent deaths.
Those who cultivate the Way of Poison must know how to refine poisons and poison pills, because if they come into contact with too many poisons, they will be the first to be poisoned.
The path of poison is not the path of evil.
In the cultivation world, poison cultivators utilize poison techniques and poison pills.
Their contributions in exorcising demons and subduing monsters, and in dealing with beast tides, are often far greater than those of ordinary cultivators.
While Li Muben was cultivating and adjusting his breathing in the forest, he unexpectedly witnessed a scene of poisoning his enemy.
Not only that, this poison cultivator, after poisoning his enemy, went straight to himself.
He sat in meditation in the forest, not moving an inch except to watch the show, and wondered how the poisonous Taoist had discovered him.
He only realized how he had been discovered when a scorpion appeared ten meters away from him.
If the Poison Taoist kills someone and leaves directly, Li Mu won't bother to stop him.
At this moment, it wasn't about what he wanted to do, but rather that the Poison Taoist had discovered him and come looking for trouble.
Before the Poison Taoist even got close, a colorless and odorless poisonous gas drifted over and stopped outside his spiritual energy shield.
Li Mu felt quite helpless. Peeping into other people's privacy was not his intention; it was just a coincidence.
Whether he loses his life because of this depends on the other party's abilities.
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"Fellow Daoist is cultivating here, and I should not disturb you. However, my actions have been witnessed by you, so I have no choice but to offend you."
Wu Qi walked to Li Mu's vicinity, put away the poisonous scorpion on the ground, and stared at Li Mu who was meditating, and said.
He wasn't sure if the young man had seen him kill someone.
Since his little scorpion has discovered him, this person cannot be allowed to live. If things are not done discreetly, there will surely be trouble in the future.
"Oh! You mean I have to die because I saw you kill someone?"
Li Mu asked.
"Hmph! So you did indeed discover my secrets, then your death wasn't entirely unjust."
After Wu Qi finished speaking, he raised his hands, and a large amount of poison gas and powder was instantly thrown at Li Mu.
Li Mu stood up, cast a few dust-removing spells, and with a casual wave of his hand, all the poisonous gas and powder around him were cleared away.
Bang!
A fireball instantly reduced the two small snakes on the ground to ashes.
"Don't try to show off your petty skills in front of me."
Don't use the snakes, insects, rats, and ants on your body to disgust people, or I'll burn you to ashes.
If you don't believe me, you can try it.
"If you want to live, you need to answer a few questions for me."
"What!?"
Upon hearing Li Mu speak, Wu Qi was greatly alarmed.
As he sprinkled the poison powder, he released two small snakes.
Unexpectedly, the poison gas and powder were neutralized in an instant, and the little snake was burned to death.
Is this even human?
He is Wu Qi, a poison master feared throughout the martial arts world of China.
Having cultivated the art of poison for many years and killed countless people, he was so utterly vulnerable in front of a young man.
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Li Mu was speechless as he looked at the stunned Poison Taoist.
Faced with death, this person's thoughts were not about surviving, but about not believing that he had lost.
"call!"
A ball of spiritual fire quickly enveloped the Poison Daoist, and after a series of crackling sounds, a scream rang out.
"Ah! Senior, spare me!"
"puff!"
Li Mu unleashed another large water ball, extinguishing the flames on the Poison Taoist's body.
After regaining consciousness, the Poison Master's body was completely burned away by poison, and he was soaked to the bone.
"I have a few questions for you now. You don't have to answer them if you don't want to."
Li Mu looked at the tattered-clothed Poison Taoist and asked.
"Please speak, senior. I will answer all your questions without reservation."
"I just heard you mention Feng Xi, and that he stole your cultivation technique. I wonder what kind of technique it is?"
"Does the senior know Feng Xi? Where is he?"
puff!
Li Mu casually unleashed a wind blade, severing off one of the Poison Daoist's hands.
At this moment, the Poison Master finally understood that it was his senior asking him the question, not the other way around.
"Ah! Senior, I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Feng Xi stole my cultivation technique, the Primordial Chaos Burning Heaven Technique."
We obtained this cultivation manual together in Endless Mountain, and agreed to cultivate it together. However, Feng Xi wanted to keep it for himself and even killed my entire family.
I almost died at his hands. I only escaped by reporting the matter to the major sects. Feng Xi disappeared without a trace after that.
"Shut up!"
Li Mu was speechless. This guy either didn't say anything at all, or when he did, it was like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.
He showed the photos on his phone to the Poison Master.
After carefully examining the object, the Poison Taoist shook his head and then nodded.
"I don't recognize this young man, but this old man seems to be Yi Hongming, an elder of the Tianxuan Sect."
"Senior, I really can't be sure. After all, I've been practicing poison techniques in seclusion for decades, and I don't recognize many people anymore..."
The Poison Taoist continued babbling on, fearing that he might accidentally lose his hands and feet again.
After he had spoken for quite some time, he realized that the young senior had disappeared.
I heard a voice say, "I've already killed Feng Xi. You'd better watch yourself."
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