Du Yuxiu was furious, and the fake smile he had maintained for a day cracked at an extremely fast speed.
Realizing this, he quickly lowered his head to hide his dark expression.
Gritting his teeth, he pleaded, "How can I, an outer disciple, be worthy of a bowl that my senior brother has used... Ahhhhh!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin punched him in the stomach.
His mouth opened wide in pain, and the next moment, all the medicine was poured into his mouth.
This medicine contains a poison that can destroy a person's spiritual roots!
Duan's mind went blank with alarm bells, and he immediately lowered his head, determined to spit out the medicine even if it meant his death.
Si Jin, however, had already struck two of his acupoints with even greater speed.
Glug, glug.
Du Yuxiu swallowed all the poison.
His face immediately turned black, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
He was too weak, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
This outer disciple's body is too weak.
So he hurriedly tried to escape this body and seize Si Jin's body before the poison entered his soul.
He planned to crush Si Jin's soul after succeeding and then return to the Demonic Sect.
He offered his spiritual root to the cult leader, who then possessed a new body!
Du Yuxiu's eyes were full of high spirits. Just as he was about to gather his strength to break through his body, he found that he was locked inside by something.
There is no way to leave, and no way to break through.
The overwhelming toxins eroded the body's original spiritual roots and even showed a tendency to seep into his soul.
This is insane! This is insane!
This isn't the Soul-Devouring Poison! How could this be?!
Could it be...?
Du Yuxiu looked up at Si Jin and saw the peerless young man throw down the medicine bowl and observe his death with great interest.
His tone held a hint of helplessness: "Tsk, tell me, the poison you concocted, how come it doesn't even spare yourself?"
"Du Yuxiu, you're such a failure."
"You...you knew who I was all along, and you deliberately played me!!"
Du Yuxiu stared directly at Si Jin, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred.
Blood flowed from his seven orifices, dripping onto the vast white stone ground.
It made him look sinister and terrifying, like a vengeful ghost with one foot in hell.
But Si Jin is a ghost catcher.
He looked at Du Yuxiu's outstretched hand with disgust and stomped on it.
Clatter-clatter—
Without any hesitation, they crushed his hand bones.
"Ahhhh—"
Du Yuxiu's pitiful scream startled the birds in the surrounding area.
The passing wild beasts couldn't help but shudder and dared not approach Qinyue Mountain again.
Si Jin simply remarked, "What a pity, I have to change my shoes again, and the floor needs to be cleaned too. What a hassle."
He gathered his spiritual power, grabbed Du Yuxiu by the neck, and used his divine power to slap all of Du Yuxiu's dirty blood onto his face.
They blinded him as well, then threw him down the mountain like trash.
Du Yuxiu's poison has already entered his soul; within a minute, his soul will be scattered.
Si Jin didn't want to look at him anymore.
It's so spicy it hurts my eyes.
Witnessing all this, Xiao Yao clenched her two little tiger paws, her voice heavy with emotion: "Master, how cruel!"
But that person's body was possessed, and his soul could no longer return. Should we just let Du Yuxiu do evil? Si Jin reprimanded it: Instead of wasting time talking here, why not go back and find the soul of that possessed disciple, send him into reincarnation, and help him pass on to the afterlife?
After saying this, Si Jin left the courtyard to summon the soul.
Du Yuxiu fell down the mountain and endured inhuman suffering.
In his dread, he ignored his nausea and bit down hard on a gray rat beside him.
He desperately poured his last wisp of soul into the rat's body.
I'll fight to the death to save my life!
… …
After resting under the Buddha statue at Pugui Temple for a whole day, Mu Linyuan's body temperature finally returned to normal.
The white-robed immortal stood up and said, "Master Yun Deng, your method is truly effective. My ice spirit root is now stable, and I'm no longer afraid of freezing him."
"Afraid?" Yun Deng found it intriguing. "This is the first time I've heard that word from you."
Mu Linyuan replied matter-of-factly: "I voluntarily broke the path and entered the mortal world. With attachments, I will naturally be afraid. Don't you Buddhists often say that fear arises from love?"
Yun Deng seemed to have divined that Mu Linyuan had cursed him while he was meditating, and retorted, "Buddhism also says that if one is free from attachment, one will have neither worry nor fear. Why don't you listen to that?"
"No, I think the original sentence should be, 'Those who are mutually in love have neither worry nor fear.'"
Leaving behind an infuriating remark, Mu Linyuan decided not to waste any more time with Yun Deng and immediately flew back to Qinyue Mountain on his sword.
For the first time in many years, a feeling called "anticipation" arose in my heart.
It's been a day since I last saw her. I miss Jinjin so much.
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