Three months ago, Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
Chapter 26: The Fate Decreed Encounter and the Law of Fate (Part 1) "Hmm, Friend Liu, Friend Zhang, and this Friend Wang."
"Yes, I am a disciple of the Ting Chang Mountain Sect!"
"Go inquire, see if there is anyone surnamed Yan in Ting Chang Mountain! Dao Ye has some free time, why would he use such matters to deceive you and amuse yourselves!"
"Just the other day, near the north side of the Yu Sui River, have you heard about the incident at the Demon-Sealing Cave of the Sword Sect?"
"At that time, Dao Ye was present!"
"Inquire more about everything! Dao Ye is kind-hearted, but this spiritual pet in my hand has always been vengeful!"
"Have you heard of the Pan Wang Sect's reputation? The main cultivation technique I practice is called the 'Blue Bamboo Pill Scripture,' which is the orthodox method of the demonic sect! It was personally selected for me by the Sect Master!"
"Alas! Alas—! Friend Liu, what are you doing! This won't do! This won't do! Meeting on the Dao path is fate. I may have been a bit harsh just now, but I shouldn't let you all spend like this."
"Alright, alright, I'll accept it. In our exchange, we can consider it as getting to know each other!"
Saying so, Chu Wei Yang was flattered by the three disheveled individuals in the middle. At this moment, somewhat reluctantly, he reached out and accepted a Qiankun pouch, weighing it in his hand without opening it, showing a hint of disdain as he tucked it into his waistband.
The more Chu Wei Yang reacted this way, the more the three people beside him breathed a sigh of relief.
The demonic cultivators and wandering cultivators in the desolate wilderness south of the Yu Sui River may look down on the Ting Chang Mountain disciples considered traitors, but at the same time, they also fear the Ting Chang Mountain disciples who have survived the trials and tribulations.
Especially for these three disheveled wandering cultivators, Chu Wei Yang's faint background of the mountain sect behind him implied endless trouble with just a slight misstep.
They had to flatter, had to respectfully send the trouble away like treating a deity to ensure safety.
Seeing the three relax, Chu Wei Yang's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
"It's been a while since I've been the only one talking non-stop. This won't do. Friend Liu, do you have anything to tell me?"
"However, I don't have the patience to listen to your trivial matters."
Saying this, Chu Wei Yang imitated Yan Jian Ming, nodding towards the direction of the exploded earth mound.
"The earth is shaking, what kind of nest are you building here?"
"Hmm? Friend Liu?"
Upon hearing this, the leading Daoist surnamed Liu smiled awkwardly.
Instead of immediately responding to Chu Wei Yang, he raised his head and exchanged glances with the other two for a few moments.
Seemingly having made up his mind, Daoist Liu finally revealed a flattering smile.
"Reporting to Brother Yan, look at this, today's encounter on the Dao path is indeed predestined by the heavens! It is only right that you receive such a celestial fate!"
"Going back to the beginning, the three of us have some knowledge of geomancy and divination, and I am also somewhat proficient in burial scriptures."
"Yes, this matter may not be something that can be openly discussed, but it is with this skill that the three of us can barely make a living."
"Two months ago, the Ling Qiu Mountain area began to thaw, coupled with the spring flood of the Yu Sui River."
As for the specific reasons, it is not something we rough people can understand."
"In short, as time passed, a palace collapsed to the west, revealing a passage underneath. Others may think it's just some ruins, but we brothers saw it clearly and understood that there might be some ancient relics lying below."
"At that time, it was early spring, and the ground was very damp, plus it was an ancient tomb that had been there for years, so we didn't dare to go down."
"It wasn't until recently that the ground dried up a bit, and we entered that passage to explore inside."
"But the ravages of time were too severe. The protective measures left by the ancients were all useless, but the traces left by time were more powerful than any killing move!"
"After walking a short distance, the stone passage crumbled like tofu, blocking our retreat."
"Fortunately, the collapsed bones and tendons formed a pile, causing another corner of the palace to collapse, revealing a hole."
"In this way, we had to bravely continue forward."
"But in the end, we fell into a trap! The protective measures were useless, but we didn't know what legacy the ancients left behind, and what changes had occurred over this long period of time. By the time we, the three brothers, realized it, we were already poisoned, becoming more dizzy and about to fall to the ground."
"Fearing that this trip would be our last, we no longer cared and used a life-saving talisman to escape, which made Dao Brother see a joke."
As Daoist Liu spoke, he still showed a trace of lingering fear.
Upon hearing this, Chu Wei Yang furrowed his brows.
He considered himself observant and had knowledge of poison cultivation from the "Blue Bamboo Pill Scripture," but after speaking for so long, he still couldn't see any signs of poisoning in the three individuals before him.
Could it be that they were suffering from severe hallucinations due to the stifling underground environment?
But people who make a living by digging holes wouldn't be so naive.
Thinking this, Chu Wei Yang slowly raised his hand.
The young man's movements were slow, but since Daoist Liu had made a decision, he didn't hesitate and raised his hand calmly, allowing Chu Wei Yang to place his fingertip on his wrist's vital point.
A strand of Qi and blood wrapped in a spell was pinched by Chu Wei Yang at the fingertip.
The spell belonged to Daoist Liu, the Qi and blood belonged to Daoist Liu.
With this meticulous sensing, Chu Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, his eyes becoming brighter.
If the poisons in this world were to be divided into three categories, excluding pure toxicity, they would be classified as follows:
The lowest category consists of colorful and pungent poisons that can alert people with just a glance or a whiff of their scent.
The middle category includes poisons like the Jade Serpent Poison cultivated by Chu Wei Yang, which, unlike the colorful and pungent ones, become plain and elegant, easily leading people into gentle illusions.
The highest category includes poisons that have no color, no taste, no form, no substance, blending into the heavens and earth, dissolving in the universe. By the time one feels a slight discomfort, it is already too late for any remedy, and death is imminent!
Gently shaking his wrist to disperse the spell and Qi and blood, Chu Wei Yang's fingertip only held a strand of invisible and intangible poisonous aura.
The Jade Serpent had eagerly approached, continuously writhing in Chu Wei Yang's palm, its buzzing sound like a serpent awakening its intelligence, behaving like a spoiled child towards Chu Wei Yang.
"Don't worry, good child, all of this is yours, all yours."
As he spoke, Chu Wei Yang watched the Jade Serpent inhale and swallow the strand of poisonous aura.
Although it was not yet time to establish a telepathic bond through the Beast Taming Secret Technique, the Jade Serpent was nurtured with Chu Wei Yang's blood of resentment, and their energies had long intertwined. In just an instant, Chu Wei Yang sensed the Jade Serpent's eagerness and longing.
Thus, a smile bloomed even more on Chu Wei Yang's face.
He turned to Daoist Liu beside him.
"So, it is fate decreed by the heavens?"
Daoist Liu nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes!"
Chu Wei Yang continued to smile and asked, "It is only right that I receive such a celestial fate?"
Daoist Liu raised his thumb.
"You couldn't have put it more appropriately!"
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