"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, what are we waiting for? Do you want word of what happened here to spread?" Just as the field was deathly silent, Li Yan slowly turned around and spoke to the hunchbacked old man.
Bloodhand Flying Sickle was still in a daze. Hearing Li Yan's words, his heart immediately skipped a beat, and he woke up from his shock. 'He's going to kill everyone to silence them.'
His guess was correct. Since he had already started killing, Li Yan would of course not let any news of this place get out.
Because the He brothers' deaths were too bizarre, Bloodhand Flying Sickle's mind was still in a bit of a turmoil. Those were two Foundation Establishment experts. Even the "Demondog Moonshadow" before him had fought with them for so long and still hadn't killed them. But just now, in just a dozen or so breaths, the He brothers had fallen without even a chance to resist. What kind of poison was this, to be so domineering that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would die instantly upon being afflicted?
How could Bloodhand Flying Sickle dare to stay here any longer? A great spiritual light erupted from his body, and he flew directly into the depths of the forest. The hunchbacked old man behind him, seeing this, also had a murderous look in his eyes. Although he didn't know what Li Yan would do next, at the moment, there was clearly nothing more important than killing Bloodhand Flying Sickle. His spiritual energy also surged, and with a single step, he flew out of the center of the crater, taking Huchen Wuding with him. But just as he flew to the other side of the crater, he waved his hand and placed Huchen Wuding on the ground. His figure did not stop. At the same time, a voice transmission flew into Huchen Wuding's mind. "Hold on to the Jade Purification Vase. No matter what happens, you must hold on for at least three breaths, and I will be back."
Huchen Wuding understood. This meant that Uncle Sang was also extremely wary of that Fellow Daoist Li. This person acted in a bizarre manner, as if he were two different people. From this point of view, it could only mean that this person was extremely suspicious and did not play by the rules.
Li Yan, strangely enough, did not join the siege. He looked at the two figures, one in front and one behind, chasing each other. He suddenly turned his head to look at Huchen Wuding, who was standing at the edge of the crater opposite him, and said faintly, "Now that Bloodhand Flying Sickle is far away, if I were you, I would seal the Jade Purification Vase, lest I misunderstand and accidentally make a move."
Huchen Wuding was looking at Uncle Sang's back with a nervous expression. Li Yan's words suddenly entered his ears. He was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to remember something. He then looked at the Jade Purification Vase in his hand. At this time, the mouth of the Jade Purification Vase was slightly open, and wisps of thin mist were floating out from the crystal-clear mouth of the vase, almost invisible in the night.
Huchen Wuding subconsciously flashed his other hand with spiritual light and sealed the mouth of the vase, stopping the wisps of mist from continuing to float out. And only then did he react, a look of fear appearing on his face. He quickly opened his mouth to explain to Li Yan with a nervous expression, "I..."
And just as he was about to speak, a scream came from not far away. Huchen Wuding was startled and instantly stopped speaking, looking towards the source of the scream. Only after he saw clearly did he let out a long sigh of relief.
In the next moment, the sound of something rapidly breaking through the air came. Immediately, a figure like a meteor streaking across the sky landed directly next to Huchen Wuding. When the light on his body dissipated, the face of the hunchbacked old man was revealed. At this moment, the old man's face was even paler. Clearly, the fight just now had made his injuries even worse. He was holding a person in his hand, who was already devoid of any aura. It was Bloodhand Flying Sickle.
The moment he landed, he saw that Huchen Wuding was standing there unharmed, and only then did he relax. And at this time, Li Yan's voice came. "What a domineering poison!"
The hunchbacked old man smiled, and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Huchen Wuding spoke first. "This is all thanks to benefactor. Otherwise, it would not have been possible." He was actually calling Li Yan benefactor now.
Li Yan, however, shook his head. "I don't count as a benefactor. Both sides were just getting what they needed."
Huchen Wuding, however, quickly put the Jade Purification Vase back into his storage bag and bowed deeply to Li Yan. "You are indeed deserving. It's just that just now..."
Seeing that he was about to explain the matter from before again, Li Yan did not want to delay here any longer. He waved his hand. "Let's hurry up and deal with the bodies here. We can't delay here any longer."
In fact, Li Yan was of course crystal clear about what Huchen Wuding wanted to explain. Because just now, he had felt a slight anomaly in this space.
Earlier, when He Manzi had suddenly called for Bloodhand Flying Sickle to attack, Huchen Wuding, who was standing next to the hunchbacked old man, had quietly opened the mouth of the Jade Purification Vase. For a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like Bloodhand Flying Sickle, Huchen Wuding had no confidence that he could make the other party unaware of the anomaly around him and fall for it. Therefore, he had only opened a slight crack. And he and Uncle Sang had already taken the antidote long ago.
The several potent poisons in the Jade Purification Vase were all refined by himself. He could release one or a mixture of several at will. In order to reduce the smell and visual cues, facing the pouncing Bloodhand Flying Sickle, Huchen Wuding only dared to release one kind of poison, and only a small amount. This poison had a similar effect to the poison Li Yan had slapped on He Manhua earlier. Its effect was to cause the poisoned person's spiritual energy to run wild, making them unable to control it. This poison had already been improved by him several times. When it was released, it could change color according to the surrounding environment, trying to blend in with the environment as much as possible. It was almost colorless, but it still had some form and smell, and it was also limited to a certain range. If the range was expanded, it would be diluted and dispersed by the air, and its effect would be minimal.
Normally, with Bloodhand Flying Sickle's cultivation, he would have been able to detect the anomaly in this space the moment he approached the hunchbacked old man. But just as he was approaching, the He brothers behind him had a sudden change. In his state of panic, as he rapidly retreated, how could he have had time to carefully distinguish what was wrong? He had inhaled a mouthful. So, Huchen Wuding's success in poisoning him was also thanks to Li Yan.
This was also due to Bloodhand Flying Sickle's carelessness. Before, he and the He brothers had always surrounded them from a distance and had not engaged in close combat because they both knew the methods of the Huchen family. Li Yan's appearance had disrupted everything, making them a little too eager for success.
And because Li Yan had the Fragmented Poison Body, his sensitivity to poisons was second to none. The moment there was a change in the surrounding environment, he was the first to notice. This was also why he had not chased after Bloodhand Flying Sickle. He had also seen that Bloodhand Flying Sickle had been hit. And Huchen Wuding had no intention of continuing to release this poison against him. It was just that the series of changes just now had made him lose his ability to judge, thus causing the Jade Purification Vase in his hand to continue to emit the potent poison.
Bloodhand Flying Sickle would never have imagined that after experiencing countless battles of all sizes, he would be defeated at the hands of a Qi Condensation cultivator. He had dealt with those who were good at using poison many times before, but to encounter poison cultivators one after another like today, a moment of carelessness had cost him his life.
So, Bloodhand Flying Sickle hadn't flown too far before his aura became chaotic and his spiritual energy became uncontrollable. In his great shock, how could he be a match for the hunchbacked old man who was rapidly approaching from behind? The hunchbacked old man also went all out, and in just two exchanges, he had beheaded him. Truly, the affairs of the world are unpredictable. Who can foretell what heaven has decreed? The world of cultivation is just like this. No one can know how long they will live, or when they will fall.
Hearing Li Yan's words, the hunchbacked old man also nodded. Although this place was already very remote, with all the commotion, it was not a place to stay for long. He swept his Divine Sense over the Bloodhand Flying Sickle he was holding in his hand, and then with a beckon of his hand, he pulled the storage bag from his waist into his hand.
On the other side, Li Yan also unceremoniously took the magical treasures from the He brothers' hands and the storage bags from their bodies, and casually hung them on his waist. Then, with a casual fireball, he incinerated the corpses of the two He brothers until not even a speck of dust was left. With that, the two of them had completely disappeared from this world.
Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and also shot Bloodhand Flying Sickle's storage bag towards Li Yan, saying, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li, for your help!" Then, a fire simultaneously appeared in his other hand, and with that, Bloodhand Flying Sickle also disappeared from this world.
Seeing the other party so tactfully sending the storage bag over, Li Yan was of course not polite. He smiled and also hung it on his waist. Now was not the time to check his gains.
The three of them exchanged a look and then turned into three streaks of light, shooting into the distance.
It was not until more than an hour later that some cultivators discovered the residual spiritual energy fluctuations here. But when they came to check, they found nothing. They could only see that a great battle had taken place here not long ago. After searching for a while, they had to leave in disappointment.
After Li Yan and the other two had left for a certain distance, they continuously changed directions several times. It was not until two days later that they came to another teleportation formation. After another long-distance teleportation of tens of thousands of li, they arrived at the stronghold of a second-rate sect.
That night, they temporarily stayed at this sect. After two days and nights of non-stop travel, Li Yan's spirits were still high. But the state of the hunchbacked old man and Huchen Wuding had deteriorated to an extremely poor state. They had both been injured in the self-detonation of He Manhua's magical treasure. Although Huchen Wuding had been protected by the hunchbacked old man and had only suffered a very small impact, the damage of a magical treasure to a Qi Condensation cultivator was not to be underestimated. In addition, this last long-distance teleportation of tens of thousands of li, the impact of the spatial force, would have been bearable under normal circumstances. But now it had made their injuries even worse. They had no choice but to stay at this second-rate sect, planning to recuperate for a night before setting off again.
Li Yan sat cross-legged on the bed in his room. As the black light on his body slowly receded into his body, the moment he opened his eyes, a cold light flashed past his eyes. He looked at the night sky outside the window. It was now midnight.
Li Yan was now full of energy. He had not fought much with anyone, so he had basically maintained his peak state all the way. This was also the state of fighting he had always deliberately tried to achieve—to win without using physical strength if possible.
Looking at the night scene outside the window, listening to the one heavy and one light breathing coming from the room next door, that was Huchen Wuding and the hunchbacked old man meditating to heal their injuries. Although the other party had a small protective formation to cover it, with Li Yan's Divine Sense, he could still feel a trace of it without having to force his way in.
Through these two days of travel, Li Yan had already learned of Huchen Wuding's background. The Huchen family, a first-rate family, was good at refining pills and making medicine, especially in the way of poison, they had a lineage inheritance. The most famous technique of the family was the "Ghostly Poison Scroll," which was divided into twelve layers. It was said that if one cultivated to the eighth layer, one could roam the entire mortal world, which was equivalent to the Spirit Transformation realm. At that time, one could poison all living beings within a hundred thousand li with a flip of the hand, leaving no trace of life. But so far, apart from one person who reached the eighth layer a million years ago, no one in the Huchen family has ever cultivated to the eighth layer. The current head of the family, who was also Huchen Wuding's father, was only at the mid-stage of the sixth layer, which was equivalent to the mid-stage of the Golden Core. His great-grandfather in the family had only cultivated to the early stage of the seventh layer, and was a great cultivator at the early stage of the Nascent Soul. But he had been stuck at this realm for a full two hundred years, and the bottleneck had not moved at all. So this old ancestor of the Huchen family had not shown his face for several decades.
For a family to have a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, this was also a sign of a first-rate family.