Travel through the heavens

Chapter 149: No need to fear the dragon's lair and the tiger's den

Fu Minyi's skills were not strong enough to resist the poison. In just a moment, his face turned black and blue, especially his left hand, which he had used to take off his cloak. It was now ink black and swollen, and it was obvious that he had been severely poisoned.

She couldn't bear the pain and fell to the ground, her body trembling, moaning softly and breathing heavily.

Upon seeing this, Fang Muye immediately lifted Fu Minyi up with his left hand, placed his right palm on her back, and used his internal energy to expel the poison from her.

After a few breaths, Fu Minyi's low moans and gasps gradually stopped, and then she suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and her face turned from dark blue to pale.

Fang Muye injected her with a strand of gentle and strong true energy to help her recover.

Fu Minyi's face suddenly turned bright red. She opened her eyes, looked back and saw Fang Muye. She quickly turned over and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for saving my life. I am very grateful."

Fang Muye reached out and helped her up, saying with a smile, "Miss Fu, you are too polite."

After saying that, he walked towards Duan Yu.

Duan Yu had received orders from his master before, so he jumped off the camel and walked towards Zhaixingzi and others.

Seeing that Duan Yu was young, Zhaixingzi did not take him seriously and just repeated his old trick. He raised his left hand and another "Heart-Refining Bullet" flew out from his sleeve and shot towards Duan Yu rapidly.

Duan Yu was not in a hurry. He lightly slapped the air with his right hand, and the powerful palm force hit the fireball that was ignited by the Heart Refining Bomb.

With a "pop" sound, the fireball turned into countless sparks in the air, interweaving into a fire net, and shot back towards Zhaixingzi at an extremely fast speed.

Zhaixingzi mobilized his internal energy and slapped out with his left palm. A strong wind blew away, but the fire net did not stop at all and continued to move forward with great force, instantly arriving three feet in front of him.

He was startled and jumped up quickly. The fire net flew under his feet and covered several Xingxiu Sect disciples who were originally behind him.

There was a "hissing" sound, and the clothes and hair of these people immediately caught fire.

These people screamed "Ouch" and rolled on the ground. Although the fire was extinguished soon, the poison had already entered their bodies and the pain did not subside in the slightest. They continued to scream miserably, but they did not die for the time being. The burnt stench filled the air and the situation was horrific. The other few survivors of the Xingxiu Sect were so scared that they hid everywhere and did not dare to step forward to rescue them.

After Zhaixingzi landed on the ground, he tiptoed and ran towards Duan Yu extremely quickly. He raised the jade flute in his right hand suddenly, and three "green phosphorus needles" tempered with deadly poison spurted out from the holes of the flute and shot towards Duan Yu's chest.

Duan Yu waved his sleeves, summoning a powerful gust of wind that swept away the green phosphorus needles. At this moment, Zhaixingzi's left palm, with fierce force, hit him in the face again.

Before the palm force arrived, Duan Yu had already smelled a foul odor, like a pile of dead fish. He immediately pushed out his right hand and used Tai Chi techniques to gently push Zhaixingzi's elbow.

Zhaixingzi used all his strength in this palm strike, but his palm deviated halfway. He was unable to retract his strength at that time. Knowing that his palm force had been deflected to the opponent, he still struck down involuntarily, hitting his own right shoulder hard. With a "crack", even the shoulder joint was dislocated, and he could not hold on to the jade flute in his right hand, which fell to the ground.

What's worse, the deadly poison accumulated in his palm also penetrated into his body along with the palm force.

Zhaixingzi understood the severity of the poison in his palm. If the poison invaded his heart, he would die instantly. Sweating profusely, he hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, popped off the cork, tilted his head back, poured all the pills in the bottle into his mouth and swallowed them.

At this time, the poisoned members of the Xingxiu Sect had already died, and the few survivors, seeing that the eldest brother with superb martial arts skills was defeated in one move, wanted to escape immediately, but they were surrounded by the members of the Yangtian Tribe who had been on guard.

Zhaixingzi was staggering, his face completely pale. He knew he was no match for Duan Yu, so he dared not move again. He said solemnly, "What is your name, sir? Today, our Xingxiu Sect will admit defeat. My master, Xingxiu Immortal, will come to learn from you in the future!"

Duan Yu was about to speak when Fang Muye's voice came: "No need to wait until later, take us to see Ding Chunqiu now."

Zhaixingzi looked at Fang Muye after hearing the voice, his eyes moved, and he remembered what Fu Minyi had said before, thinking: "So these people are here for Master. Although the young man who just fought with me is very skilled in martial arts, I am afraid he is not inferior to Master, but he is too arrogant to dare to go deep into the dragon's den and the tiger's lair and come to our Xingxiu Sect. Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish. If you fall into my hands, you will be unable to live or die."

Thinking of this, Zhai Xingzi immediately clasped his fists and said, "So you two gentlemen are here to see my master. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Gentlemen, please follow me."

So Fang Muye and his party followed Zhaixingzi and his companions to the Xingxiu Sect. On the way, they also met up with the Haotian and Zhutian tribes who had received the message and rushed over.

On the second day, around noon, everyone came to a dark valley.

Zhaixingzi said with a smile: "My two lords, this deep valley is where our Xingxiu Sect is located. My master also lives in the valley. Please come in!"

Grandma Yu came forward and whispered, "Mr. Fang, Young Master, this valley is the enemy's base, and the dangers are unpredictable. Mr. Fang and Young Master are of noble status, so it is not appropriate for them to take risks. It is better to let the thief Ding Chunqiu come out of the valley to meet us."

Duan Yu turned to Fang Muye for advice. Fang Muye was not afraid, but if they entered the valley and a fight really broke out, the other party might activate their mechanisms and use poisons, and he might not be able to protect all the subordinates of Lingjiu Palace. So he nodded and agreed to Yu Po's proposal.

Grandma Yu looked at Zhaixingzi and said coldly, "Mr. Fang and the young master of Lingjiu Palace have arrived. Go and ask Ding Chunqiu to come and pay their respects."

Zhaixingzi said with a smile: "In that case, the two gentlemen please wait a moment here. I will go and report to my master right away."

He clasped his fists, and the moment he turned around, his smile disappeared and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

About half an hour later, Fang Muye and others only heard the sound of stringed instruments and bells and drums coming from the valley. Not long after, they saw a huge group of people walking slowly out of the valley, with long banners and colorful flags standing in rows. The red and green colors were very pleasing to the eye, and they were embroidered with words such as "Xingxiu Old Immortal", "Great Supernatural Powers", "Boundless Magic Power", and "Terrifying the World".

The crowd stopped when they were ten feet away from them, and dozens of people shouted in unison: "We respectfully invite the Xingxiu Immortal to come, and you all quickly come up and kneel to receive him!"

As soon as the voice stopped, musicians began to beat drums "dong dong dong" and bang gongs "dong dong dong". Then, amid the sound of stringed instruments, gongs and drums, an old man walked out slowly. Behind him, dozens of people formed two rows, ten feet away from him, and followed behind.

The old man was waving a goose feather fan in his hand, the sunlight shining on his face. He had a ruddy complexion, a head full of white hair, a three-foot long beard below his chin, a tall body and a childlike face. He really looked like a god in a painting.

This person is none other than the old monster from the Star Constellation, Ding Chunqiu.