Become invincible from practicing poison skills

Chapter 96 Another Breakthrough! Fame Spreads Throughout Chifeng City! (6,000 words!)
The town was in an uproar.

The town, which had been under lockdown for more than a month, was finally reopened on this day.

The group of strange people left in droves, not lingering any longer, which caused the many refugees gathered there to start discussing among themselves.

"The battle for opportunity has ended. Who ultimately seized the opportunity?"

"It is said that a mysterious young man named Jiang Wushang has left. Oh, and there is one more person you would never guess: the Poison King Ouyang Feng!"

"Ouyang Feng, the Poison King? What's he doing here?"

"Could it be that he was also invited by that group of strange people?"

Many people were taken aback.

Ouyang Feng's name is too famous.

Especially for those who came from Qingyang and Yunyang, they were mysterious and unpredictable, with profound strength. No one knew their true strength, only that they were unfathomable.

Once it appears, there's almost nothing it can't accomplish.

"That's him. I heard that Ouyang Feng is shining brightly inside, and even many supernatural beings can't do anything about him."

"Not only are we helpless against him, but I've also heard that he's killed quite a few superhumans."

"They killed quite a few superhumans? No way!"

"The Poison King Ouyang Feng was invited by Jiang Wushang, and now he's become famous, and the news has spread throughout the circle of supernatural beings."

"Having too much fame is not a good thing. If even extraordinary people dare to offend him, he will cause a great disaster sooner or later."

inside the room.

Fang Yi felt exceptionally peaceful, completely undisturbed by external things. He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, and with each breath, streaks of white light appeared from his mouth and nose. Every pore on his body opened, and he felt extremely comfortable.

Even the powerful medicine nurtured within the chest resonated with this breathing technique.

With each breath, specks of medicinal essence would overflow from the body, like points of light, permeating the limbs and bones, relaxing the tendons and nourishing the flesh.

This is the superior martial art that Jiang Wushang gave him.

Qiankun Yiqi Gong!

This technique regulates and circulates Qi and blood. It can coordinate all the blood energy in the body, allowing all the martial arts skills one has ever practiced to converge into one. Not only is there no rejection, but the power will also increase instantly.

If one cultivates it to its extreme, one can form "Primordial Qi" within the body. When it circulates, it can trigger a strong resonance with heaven and earth. In particular, during thunderstorms, it can generate lightning and light from heaven and earth, which can then be used for one's own benefit.

It is extremely powerful.

Besides the technique itself, it is also covered with notes from predecessors.

The person who created this skill was undoubtedly a supreme genius in martial arts, whose vision was far beyond expectation.

He told his descendants that the path of martial arts is dead ends. If one wants to forge a path that is unprecedented, one must learn from the strengths of all schools, then choose a path that truly suits oneself and continue to expand upon it.

The founders of all evil martial arts throughout history have been like this.

The evil martial arts system is now too divided and too complicated, but it is undeniable that each lineage has its own unique features. The fact that they can forcefully break through when the path of martial arts seems hopeless demonstrates their courage and perseverance.

Some even said things like, "Learn all the third-rate martial arts in the world, and you will eventually reach the supreme peak."

The overall idea is to integrate.

Continuously absorb the essence of other approaches and integrate it into your own approach.

The master who created the "Qiankun Yiqi Gong" did just that, but unfortunately he didn't actually put it into practice. He was killed halfway through because he angered a powerful enemy.

Although he died, he preserved his life's work beforehand, which unintentionally fell into Jiang Wushang's hands and was then given to Fang Yi by Jiang Wushang.

"Choose your own path, and then continuously integrate with others."

Fang Yi muttered to himself.

His path is very clear.

That's poison!

Any technique he uses will make the poison in his body even more potent.

The more martial arts skills one learns, the stronger the poison becomes.

"This Qiankun Qi Gong will be of great help to my future path."

This skill allows him to control all the blood energy in his body, which will save him a lot of energy.

Fang Yi let out a soft breath, circulated his energy for a while, and then stopped. He took out the introductory method [Immortal Guide] from the Path to Immortality, and the [Ninefold Yin-Yang Force] given to him by Yue Longxiang.

"This magic guide is really a bit strange."

Fang Yi thought about it.

According to the techniques described in the book, this technique involves absorbing the free-floating power between heaven and earth, gradually condensing a wisp of 'spiritual power' within the body. With this wisp of spiritual power, one can control objects and communicate with the divine, transforming the power of heaven and earth into one's own.

But no matter how much he practiced, it was useless.

Because according to the method of the [Immortal Guide], what he cultivated was not 'spiritual power', but a deadly poison.

The moment this deadly poison appeared, it was absorbed by his body and flesh, automatically becoming nutrients.

More than ten days passed, and the deadly poison in his body accumulated more and more.

Not only is the 'water poison' gradually reaching perfection, but the other types of poisons also seem to be undergoing another transformation.

"That's strange, but it's not bad that it can keep increasing my poison."

Fang Yi muttered to himself.

Poison is his greatest asset now.

If one's martial arts path has reached a dead end, and one wants to make a comeback, one must rely on some unorthodox methods.

This is not shameful.

He circulated his energy for a while, then suddenly began studying the book "Ninefold Yin-Yang Strength".

The Yin-Yang Ninefold Strength can form two forces, one Yin and one Yang, within the body. The Yang force is as fiery as fire, while the Yin force is as cold as ice. The two forces are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

When combined, they can form a spiraling force that can break through anything and tear everything apart. Even the spiritual power of the [Seeking Immortality] path and the divine power of the [Seeking God] path can be forcibly torn apart.

When practiced to its peak, a single punch can generate up to nine layers of power.

Hence the name Yin Yang Ninefold Strength.

"This is an offensive technique. Yin and Yang forces can not only be used individually, but also in combination. More importantly, these two forces can work together with the fire poison and water poison in my body, and their power can increase several times over."

Fang Yi said secretly.

And so, time passed day by day.

Fang Yi diligently cultivates every day.

People come and go in the town.

Most of the warriors began to set off again, either heading towards nearby cities or continuing towards Chifeng City.

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

With Fang Yi's daily arduous cultivation, his cultivation level finally reached a bottleneck again, entering the peak of the Jiao Jin realm. The large tendons around his body were like a dragon lying in wait, ready to unleash its power.

"With the Jiao Tendons perfected, I can finally attempt to break through to the Peng Tendons Realm."

Fang Yi's eyes flashed.

Pengjin is the third level of Yijin.

Peng, also known as the Golden-Winged Roc, feeds on dragons and can devour hundreds of them in a day. Legend has it that the Golden-Winged Roc's claws are incredibly sharp and can tear apart all kinds of divine weapons in the world. With a gentle flap of its wings, it can travel hundreds or even thousands of miles.

Humans simply cannot achieve this level of capability.

However, naming the third realm after the dragon's tendons also shows how much the human body will transform after reaching the third level.

Fang Yi took out a white jade bottle from his bosom, opened the lid, looked at the bright red pills inside, which resembled red-hot iron balls, poured out one, and put it directly into his mouth.

boom!
Upon consuming the pill, an exceptionally hot power erupted within the body, instantly exploding outwards.

All the major tendons in his body began to wriggle and tremble.

West side of the town.

The mysterious old man took a puff of his pipe, exhaling white vapor, and turned back to say, "Let's go, we should leave."

"Master, will nothing bad have happened?"

Jiang Wushang still subconsciously turned around and glanced back at the town.

He was genuinely worried about Fang Yi.

After all, the commotion he caused in the secret realm was too great, bringing the Poison Martial Arts lineage back into the sights of some high-ranking officials. He was very worried that some of these officials would be shameless and easy targets.

"Don't worry, I've searched the area, there's no one nearby."

The mysterious old man said, "There was indeed something special left on his body before, but I crushed it."

"That's fine."

Jiang Wushang nodded and said, "His poison is really strange. Master, can you tell what kind of poison technique he practices?"

"It's hard to say. The Poison Martial Arts lineage has always been mysterious. If they've recently researched some new poison, that's certainly possible. However, the Poison Martial Arts lineage has offended too many people over the years, and they're probably going to be in big trouble soon."

"That's what the mysterious old Taoist said."

"Big bad luck?"

Jiang Wushang inquired.

"Their sect leader went deep into the mist and there has been no news of him since. Some people are bound to be restless."

The mysterious old Taoist chuckled and said, "Don't forget, the mortal enemy of the Poison Martial Arts lineage is no pushover."

"Alright, I hope Brother Ouyang has a smooth journey."

Jiang Wushang whispered.

They vanished from this place in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

The room was filled with deafening noise, and my muscles trembled.

Thick veins, like a great roc writhing dragon, writhed violently. His skin was crimson all over, and plumes of white smoke rose from the top of his head.

Even his heart was beating like a drum, thumping incessantly.

At first, this terrifying heartbeat was confined to the room, but later it began to seriously affect the surrounding area. As a result, the residents around Fang Yi all changed their expressions and felt a sharp pain in their hearts, which were out of control and their heartbeats were disordered.

Many people screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

This was not something Fang Yi did intentionally.

Rather, it was because his vital energy was too abundant that his heartbeat resonated with that of others. Others, lacking such vital energy, could not withstand this resonance and felt their hearts grow faster and heavier, leading to their sudden and severe injuries.

A large crowd was taken aback and retreated.

Soon, members of the Siping Gang from nearby areas arrived after hearing the news.

"Go quickly and inform the gang leader!"

An elderly man with extensive experience looked shocked and quickly spoke up.

His legs began to weaken, and he desperately tried to get away, finally escaping the effects of his heart disorder. Even so, he was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Before long, the leader of the Siping Gang appeared in person with his men, and his expression changed drastically.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! No one is allowed to approach the surrounding area!"

The leader of the Siping Gang suddenly shouted, instantly realizing what had happened.

This must be the terrible effect caused by a martial arts master about to break through his cultivation barrier.

He himself was a master of the Elephant Tendon Realm, and knew that breaking through to this realm would cause some unusual phenomena.

The opponent's fluctuations must be far beyond those of the elephant's sinew.

The numerous members of the Siping Gang quickly retreated, creating an enormous space around them.

"Boss, this fluctuation seems to be from a pure martial arts master."

An elderly man beside him spoke in a low voice.

The implication is that the other party is not an extraordinary person, but a martial artist.

"Yes, at least at the Pengjin realm."

Zhou Tianheng, the leader of the Siping Gang, had a solemn expression.

"Could it be the person who killed Master Xiong before?"

The old man whispered.

Master Xiong was killed by someone with a casual flick of the wrist, and the entire Siping Gang searched for the perpetrator for this incident.

It was only later that we learned it was the work of the Poison King Ouyang Feng.

Zhou Tianheng's expression changed drastically, and he said, "That's possible!"

They didn't dare to make any rash moves and waited quietly.

This fluctuation lasted for a long time.

It took about an hour for it to finally disappear slowly.

inside the room.

Fang Yi's eyes immediately opened, shining brightly. Then he closed them and looked inside. The large tendons in his body had a pale golden color, like a golden roc spreading its wings, densely covering his body.

As his qi and blood stirred, all his tendons seemed to writhe like living things, and his golden roc wings also seemed to come alive, flapping violently as if they were about to take off and fly.

"The Pengjin Realm has been achieved!"

Fang Yi muttered to himself.

The third stage of Yi Jin Jing!
One last step is needed to transform it into dragon tendons.

"The changes in the poison within my body have become more intense. All four attributes have reached perfection, and now the last of the five elements, the wood attribute poison, has emerged."

Fang Yi felt his body.

The original four types of potent poison were already enough to overpower the Poison of Power. Now that a fifth type has emerged, it is destined to be even more terrifying than the Poison of Power.

Wood possesses both the characteristics of vitality and decay.

Once poisoned, the human body can wither and turn into tree branches, and weeds can grow inside the body, which is extremely terrifying. Even after the person dies, the poison in their body can continue to spread through pollen and fallen leaves, turning an entire area into a highly poisonous place.

The more Fang Yi experienced it, the more terrifying he felt this deadly poison was.

Unfortunately, this wood poison has only just appeared and has not yet reached a significant scale.

He must continue cultivating his techniques to increase this wood poison and transform it into divine light.

"If the Five Elements Poisons are fully formed, I wonder what unexpected changes will occur next?"

Fang Yi secretly began to look forward to it.

Suddenly, he sensed something, his gaze turned indifferent, and he looked directly outside.

He could hear everything happening around him.

Even when they are hundreds of meters apart, he can hear everyone's breathing and heartbeats.

brush!
Fang Yi stood up, opened the door, and stepped out, instantly appearing outside the courtyard gate.

"It's him, it's him! The Poison King Ouyang Feng!"

The old man beside Zhou Tianheng's eyelids twitched, and he was shocked. He quickly whispered in the gang leader's ear.

"what?"

Zhou Tianheng felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy is really ruthless!

“Mr. Ouyang, I, Zhou Tianheng, have come to apologize to you today. A few days ago, a member of my Siping Gang, surnamed Xiong, unintentionally offended you and was killed by you. However, all of this man’s words and actions have nothing to do with my Siping Gang and absolutely do not represent any of my Siping Gang’s intentions. This is a silver note of five thousand taels, which I present to you in the hope that you will calm down.”

Zhou Tianheng acted decisively, clearing himself of all suspicion. He stepped forward, took out the silver notes he had prepared in advance, and respectfully handed them to Fang Yi.

"Are you the leader of the Siping Gang?"

Fang Yi glanced at the other person and asked calmly.

"It is the old man."

Zhou Tianheng said nervously.

This person is incredibly poisonous; it is said that he has even poisoned many extraordinary people to death.

"I've accepted the silver notes. You'd better keep an eye out for a group of doctors. If any of them come in from outside, you must not make things difficult for them. You must provide them with good food and drink. Otherwise, I will definitely hold you accountable."

Fang Yi put away the silver note and said.

He didn't know whether Shen Huai-ren was alive or dead.

But if the other party is alive, they will definitely pass through this town, so it is necessary to make arrangements in advance.

"Yes, yes, sir, don't worry."

Zhou Tianheng nodded hurriedly, but he was secretly suspicious.

doctor?

Is this Mr. Ouyang also connected with a group of doctors?
But he dared not investigate further, fearing that he might anger the other party and be poisoned to death with a casual wave of their hand.

"You may leave now; I am also leaving this place."

Fang Yi turned around and went back into the house.

Not long after.

He came out again, now properly dressed.

With a large bow slung over his shoulder and a precious sword in his hand, he donned a white robe and, without lingering any longer, took a step and vanished in an instant, like a hazy phantom.

Only Zhou Tianheng remained, his heart churning with turmoil and immense pressure.

Standing in front of Fang Yi, even this seasoned veteran of the underworld felt breathless.

Are the four realms of Yi Jin Jing really that different?

As Fang Yi set off, officially heading towards Chifeng City.

Various factions throughout Chifeng City were also spreading information about Fang Yi.

Furthermore, a mysterious video was leaked.

The video showed Fang Yi defeating various factions and displaying his great power within the secret realm.

Without a doubt, this video was secretly recorded by a master of the "seeking divine intervention" method using divine sense, for the purpose of settling scores later.

But to everyone's surprise, the video was leaked unexpectedly, causing shock to all parties.

Even some of the major religions deep within the fog were greatly surprised.

Because they discovered that the deadly poison the boy possessed was incorrect, seemingly never having appeared before.

Could it be that the Poison Martial Arts lineage has developed a new deadly poison?

All the experts from all sides were defeated by the [Poison Martial Arts] lineage, which is a complete loss of face.

Correspondingly, the group of people from the Poison Martial Arts lineage were all greatly excited and overjoyed when they saw the video.

"Excellent technique, truly excellent technique! You are worthy of being a successor of my Poison Martial Arts lineage!"

"No, no, this kid's poison isn't used like that. Using poison like this is a complete waste. If I were to use poison, I should use it this way, and then use it this way. This kid is too much of a troublemaker."

"Hmm, his poison seems a bit strange. It ignites upon contact with blood and can also stir up the earth's veins. What kind of poison is this?"

"That's rather strange. Whose successor is this Ouyang Feng?"

"I wonder, could it be a pseudonym?"

A group of elders discussed excitedly, all of them overjoyed.

The number of people who have fallen victim to their [Poison Martial Arts] lineage this time is simply too great.

They hadn't felt this triumphant in a long time.

"Hmph, what's so exciting about that?"

An unpleasant snort rang out.

"Great Elder."

Everyone stood up and saluted.

The door opened, and an unremarkable old man in a gray robe, with a face covered in wrinkles and a short, thin build, walked in. He sneered, "The sect leader's fate is still unknown, and the external threat to the Poison Martial lineage has not been eliminated. Instead of focusing on cultivating and improving his strength, this fellow dares to run around everywhere and even get involved in the [Seeking Gods] path. Does he want to die even faster?"

"Cough cough, it shouldn't be that serious, right?"

An elder said awkwardly, almost instinctively.

"All sides are eager to make a move. If they weren't still unsure whether our sect leader is still alive, they would probably have already attacked us."

The elder said in a cold voice.

"The sect leader is a lucky man, he should be alright, right?"

The elders, filled with trepidation, spoke up.

"By the way, Elder, can you tell what kind of poison Ouyang Feng used? And whose disciple is he?"

An old man suddenly asked.

"You can't tell anything from pictures alone; I can only tell the difference when we meet in person."

"That's what the elder said."

"Ok."

Everyone pondered this.

A video is spreading widely among various religious sects.

In the end, they even learned the path to immortality, and one of the young men smashed a teacup.

"It was him. Senior Brother Lu and the others died at the hands of this Ouyang Feng."

"The Poison Martial Arts lineage is indeed no good. No wonder our founder was so hostile to them!"

"Hmph, not to mention the Poison Martial Arts lineage, the entire Evil Martial Arts lineage should be eradicated!"

"The patriarch was right; none of them were good people."

Many experts on the path of "Seeking Immortality" said coldly.

Fang Yi was completely unaware that, even before the others arrived, his reputation had already spread throughout the major cities.

More than half a month later.

A vast and magnificent black city came into Fang Yi's view.

Standing over a hundred feet tall, its surface covered with bronze-colored moss, the two massive, heavy iron gates were wide open, exuding an indescribable aura amidst the mist.

Chifeng City!
The permanent population is in the millions.

It is a veritable giant city in the misty world.

It is also one of the places where various forces are deeply entrenched and their interests are most intertwined.

Compared to this city, Qingyang and Yunyang are like country folk.

"Jiang Wushang said that there is a stronghold of the Poison Martial Arts lineage in Chifeng City. He told me to take the token and go directly into the stronghold to get a chance to be tested. I might as well go and take a look."

Fang Yi said secretly.

The Poison Martial Arts lineage has many things he needs.

Both the martial arts techniques and the cultivation resources were a perfect match for him.

Fang Yi, still dressed as a doctor, paid half a tael of silver as an entrance fee and entered this magnificent city.

The entire city was exceptionally prosperous, with people coming and going on the streets, shoulder to shoulder, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Many of the items sold at the stalls were things I had never seen before.

For example, blood, fur, demon cores, etc.

Not long after.

Fang Yi then knocked on a hidden courtyard gate.

"you are?"

The person who opened the door looked suspicious.

"Please look."

Fang Yi handed the token in his hand directly to the other party.

"I see. Please follow me."

The man's eyes flashed, and he immediately led Fang Yi into the courtyard.

The two walked through the corridor and into the inner room.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask your name?"

The man smiled and gestured for Fang Yi to sit down.

"Huang Yaoshi".

Fang Yi responded.

He has made too many enemies in the secret realm, so it is not advisable for him to reveal his true identity now. He will continue to act under the name Huang Yaoshi.

“Brother Huang, you must have been introduced by an acquaintance to have this token. You can enter my [Poison Martial Sect] to cultivate, but you can only start as an ordinary disciple after entering, which is a bit of a pity.”

The man got straight to the point, saying, "Besides that, there's another rule: once you apply to join the assessment and pass, the sect will determine your final status based on your performance. If you perform well, you can receive sect rewards, and you might even get a high-grade martial art."

Fang Yi immediately looked thoughtful.

Is there any danger?

"Nature exists, but there's no such thing as a free lunch."

The man gently shook his head.

When will the assessment be held?

Fang Yi asked.

"It's almost time. The time for my Poison Martial Arts lineage to recruit disciples is coming soon. If you're willing, I can put your name on the list in a bit. Don't worry, even if you don't achieve outstanding results, you'll still get the status of an ordinary disciple based on the token."

The man smiled.

"Okay, I'm willing to take the assessment."

Fang Yi nodded.

"very good."

The man smiled and said, "By the way, my name is Zhao Heng. You can call me Senior Brother Zhao from now on."

He turned around and began registering Fang Yi, smiling as he said, "Our Poison Martial Arts lineage has recently produced many masters. Joining us will definitely not be a loss for you. I wonder if you have ever heard of the name Ouyang Feng?"

"Have not heard."

Fang Yi shook his head.

"Never heard of it?"

Zhao Heng looked surprised and turned around to say, "Then you really should learn about him. This Ouyang Feng is a famous genius of my Poison Martial Arts lineage. He is a core disciple. Not long ago, he shone brightly and defeated experts from all walks of life. The Mad Demon Path, the Lust Path, the Blood Path, and the Military Path were all no match for him. Even the experts of the [Demon Transformation] path were defeated by him."

"It's really great."

Fang Yi nodded.

"That is."

Zhao Heng smiled smugly and said, "I thought you came to become my disciple because you saw Senior Brother Ouyang's achievements."

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