Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

PFFT!

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and a sweet taste in his mouth as he spat out a mouthful of black blood, stumbling back four or five steps.

Jin the Third said, stunned, ”What’s happening? What in the world is going on? Why? Why am I spitting up black blood?”

Wen Qingye calmly sat down on a nearby rock and said lightly, ”Did you ever kill one of the Ten Thousand Fierce Poisonous Insects?”

Jin the Third nodded instinctively. ”Yes, but that was fifty years ago.”

”That explains it. You don’t have long to live,” Wen Qingye said, glancing coldly at Jin the Third.

Jin the Third was a formidable figure, but seeing the icy look in Wen Qingye’s eyes made him shudder. When he recalled how everything Wen Qingye had just said was true, he found himself seventy or eighty percent convinced.

”Kid, you have a way to save me, don’t you?” Jin the Third grew anxious. His eyes lit up as he looked at Wen Qingye, as if grasping at his last lifeline.

Jin the Third’s cultivation was at a point where his final day was neither near nor far, but he still had a chance to break through to the next level. He certainly didn’t want to die just like that.

”Why should I save you?” Wen Qingye asked, raising an eyebrow at Jin the Third.

Jin the Third hastily replied, ”I can let you keep your finger!”

Wen Qingye held out his finger and said nonchalantly, ”Here, you can have it!”

”Kid, what if I decide to kill you instead?” Jin the Third’s eyes suddenly turned red as a chilling killing intent surfaced within them.

”If you kill me, it won’t be long before you kill yourself,” Wen Qingye said, abruptly standing up and walking toward Jin the Third step by step. ”Believe it or not, you won’t be able to endure the pain. No, you won’t even have the strength to kill yourself. Do you know what that pain is like? It’s like one of the Ten Thousand Fierce Poisonous Insects eating you, bite by bite...”

Wen Qingye’s tone was exceptionally calm, but upon hearing his words, Jin the Third felt as if his heart was convulsing.

”Stop!” Jin the Third shot his hand out, gritting his teeth as he stared at Wen Qingye. ”Fine, kid, you win. Tell me what I have to do for you to save me.”

Hearing Jin the Third’s words, Wen Qingye inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had won this psychological game.

”You killed the mother of the Ten Thousand Fierce Poisonous Insects, and now its parasitic larva has entered your body and has been slowly growing. It has now reached maturity—also known as the reaping period.” As he spoke, Wen Qingye glanced at Jin the Third’s Dantian Qi Sea.

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, Jin the Third’s face fell. ”How is that possible? There’s one of the Ten Thousand Fierce Poisonous Insects inside my body?”

”It’s not impossible to kill this mature insect. There are two methods,” Wen Qingye said nonchalantly.

Jin the Third asked urgently, ”What are the two methods?”

”The first is to kill you,” Wen Qingye said, his eyes fixed on Jin the Third.

Jin the Third couldn’t help but shudder. ”I’ll take the second one.”

”Alright, the second one it is. But why should I help you?” Wen Qingye suddenly said, looking at Jin the Third with a serious expression.

Jin the Third waved his hand impatiently. ”Just say what you want. I’ve never met a junior like you.”

”Your strength is considerable...”

”You want me to be your hired muscle?” Jin the Third seemed to know what Wen Qingye was about to say, his eyes widening as he stared at him.

Wen Qingye held up three fingers and smiled. ”Three times. Three times you will strike for me with your full power. How does that sound?”

Jin the Third glanced at Wen Qingye, then nodded heavily without further hesitation. ”Fine, three times it is. But if my life is in danger, I’m running.”

Wen Qingye was inwardly delighted, but his expression remained calm. ”Good. Then prepare three things for me: Thousand-year-old Realgar Wine, White Flower Grass, and Drawing Leaf.”

”Thousand-year-old Realgar Wine? White Flower Grass? And Drawing Leaf?” Jin the Third’s brow furrowed again in astonishment.

Wen Qingye nodded with a deadpan expression. ”That’s right.”

Jin the Third gritted his teeth. ”Alright, I’ll try.”

Suddenly, as if a thought struck him, Jin the Third circled Wen Qingye three times. ”What’s your name?”

”Wen Qingye,” Wen Qingye replied with a faint smile.

Hearing the name, Jin the Third’s mouth split into a wide grin. ”So you’re *that* Wen Qingye?”

Wen Qingye asked, puzzled, ”Oh? Is there a problem?”

”No, not at all! Killing those disciples from the Taiyi Pavilion—good riddance! Good riddance, I say!” Jin the Third threw his head back and laughed heartily. ”Who knows how many masters from my Celestial Profound Sect the people of Taiyi Pavilion have assassinated in the shadows. You killing their people is just giving them a taste of their own medicine. A satisfying kill!”

Jin the Third suddenly froze and stared at Wen Qingye in surprise. ”Wait, I heard your meridians were shattered, weren’t they? How is your cultivation still so high? You’re really not afraid of death. Well, I don’t care. You have to cure me before you die.”

”Rest assured,” Wen Qingye said with a wave of his hand. ”I’m not going to die.”

Jin the Third nodded. ”That’s good, that’s good. I’ll go prepare those two things now. I’m off.”

’This kid could die at any moment. I need to gather these things quickly.’

After muttering to himself, Jin the Third leaped into the air and flew off into the distance in a great hurry.

After watching Jin the Third’s figure disappear, Wen Qingye fell into contemplation. It wouldn’t be easy for Jin the Third to collect the Thousand-year-old Realgar Wine, White Flower Grass, and Drawing Leaf. Who knew how long it would take.

Wen Qingye already had the Drawing Leaf, but of course, he wouldn’t just hand it over. He hadn’t forgotten the punch Jin the Third had thrown at him earlier.

Wen Qingye cultivated for a while longer before leaving.

Back in his Cave Mansion, he began to stabilize his cultivation.

Time flew by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Wen Qingye spent his days cultivating the three major Laws of the Slaying Immortal Sword Dao and the Lifeless Sword Dao. At night, he would continuously absorb Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to cultivate.

In his Slaying Immortal Sword Dao, only the Rock Law had reached the First Layer of the Earth Dao. The Overlord Law and the Vibration Law were still at the Third Layer of the Human Dao. As for his Lifeless Sword Dao, the Gentle Law and the Swift Wind Law had reached the Second Layer of the Human Dao. The Killing Lifeless Principle, being exceptionally difficult to cultivate, remained at the First Layer of the Human Dao.

Wen Qingye slowly walked out of his Cave Mansion. ’Time to stretch my legs. Only through actual combat will the Laws of my Slaying Immortal Sword Dao and Lifeless Sword Dao improve faster.’

The Ice Python shot out from the tip of Wen Qingye’s finger, its body rapidly expanding. In just a moment, it returned to its original size.

”Where are we going?” the Ice Python asked, exceptionally excited.

A chill rose in Wen Qingye’s heart as he slowly said, ”We’re going to the Sacrificial Hall on the Main Peak to see what missions are available. This time, I want to test the strength of the Heaven-Burying Sect. Sooner or later, I will pull this fang of the Taiyi Pavilion.”

”Alright!”

Wen Qingye’s body floated gently onto the Ice Python’s back. The Ice Python then transformed into a streak of blue light and vanished from the entrance of the Cave Mansion.