107: Chapter 107 Medicine Pinellia, Qian Duobao

Qi Yang walked over to a puddle blasted out by lightning and glanced at his own reflection.

The reflection in the water was still that shriveled old man with a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, showing no signs of returning to youth.

Qi Yang nodded with satisfaction.

The greatest taboo in the Cultivation World was being high-profile.

Wearing such an old face with one foot in the grave, who would have thought that a terrifying power capable of instantly killing an Early Foundation Establishment practitioner lay dormant within his body?

This was the most perfect disguise!

Calculating the time, he had stayed in the Spirit-Deprived Desert for nearly four months doing Alchemy and making a Breakthrough, leaving two months before his half-year sick leave requested from the Spirit Plant House ended.

"Returning to the Sect too early, if the illness heals too quickly, it will easily arouse suspicion."

Qi Yang touched his chin and pondered for a moment.

"It would be better to travel back all the way, consolidate my Realm along the way, and collect some poisonous grass seeds useful for the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Having made up his mind, Qi Yang took out a set of ordinary gray robes from his Storage Pouch and put them on.

He swallowed an improved version of the wuxiang pill, suppressing his Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation tightly.

On the surface, he still looked like an ordinary Loose Cultivator old man with withered blood and Qi and only the Qi Condensation 9th Layer of cultivation.

Qi Yang pasted on a divine mobility talisman, transforming into a gray afterimage as he left this spirit-deprived land without looking back.

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On the border of the Dali Dynasty, Blackwater Bazaar.

This place did not belong to the jurisdiction of any cultivation Sect; it was a lawless zone mixed with Loose Cultivators, desperados, and Mortals, extremely chaotic and mixed with all sorts of people.

On both sides of the muddy street, rudimentary stalls were lined up, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were endless.

Qi Yang hunched his back with his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, strolling leisurely down the street like the most ordinary Loose Cultivator old man.

His gaze seemed turbid, but in reality, it swept sharply across stall after stall.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stall in a secluded corner.

On the stall lay a pitch-black, dead-wood-like object, emitting a faint, fishy stench.

"Century-old Withered Blood Vine."

Qi Yang recognized this thing at a glance.

This was an extremely good supplementary medicine for refining Grade 2 poison pills, and as long as he got a bit of the roots, he could use the black gourd to infinitely ripen it.

"Stall owner, how much is this thing?"

Qi Yang asked in a hoarse voice.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with one blind eye, just about to quote a price.

"I want this thing! Fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

A round ball of flesh suddenly squeezed over from the side and grabbed the Withered Blood Vine.

Qi Yang frowned slightly and turned to look.

This was a fat man dressed in luxurious silk, but greasy all over.

The fat man had a pair of mung-bean eyes flashing with shrewd light, hugging the Withered Blood Vine tightly with the posture of fighting to the death with whoever dared to snatch it.

"Fatty, everything goes by first-come, first-served."

Qi Yang said coldly.

"First-come, first-served? Old man, do you understand the rules of the black market? It goes to whoever pays more!"

The fat man curled his lips and turned to look at the stall owner: "Right, boss?"

The stall owner glanced at the fat man with some dread, obviously knowing this troublesome fellow, and didn't dare to speak up.

Qi Yang didn't waste words; his fingers moved slightly inside his sleeves.

A trace of imperceptible liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power quietly drilled into the fat man's wrist along the air.

"Ouch!"

The fat man's wrist suddenly went numb, as if stung by a poisonous bee, and the Withered Blood Vine dropped directly onto the stall.

He retreated two steps abruptly like a bouncy ball, looking at Qi Yang with his mung-bean eyes in shock and suspicion.

"Old thing, you dare to trick me?"

Although the fat man shouted fiercely with his mouth, his feet stepped on a strange footwork, his body swaying left and right, ready to slip away at any time.

Qi Yang was secretly surprised in his heart.

On the surface, this fat man only had Qi Condensation 8th Layer cultivation, but his reaction speed in dodging just now was definitely not simple.

Moreover, the greasy silk he wore on his body turned out to be a Grade 2 Lower-class defensive Magical Artifact, faintly emitting spiritual light.

"This old man just wants to buy things and doesn't want to stir up trouble."

Qi Yang threw down eighty Low-Grade Spirit Stones, picked up the Withered Blood Vine, and turned to leave.

The fat man rolled his eyes, didn't chase after him, but instead chuckled and touched his chin.

"A bit interesting. This old man is not simple; he's a tough nut to crack."

Just at this moment, a commotion suddenly came from ahead on the street.

"Make way quickly! Fairy Yao is saving someone!"

The crowd rustled and made way for a passage.

Qi Yang stopped in his tracks and turned to look.

He saw a young girl dressed in green clothes, with a cold expression and a huge medicine chest on her back, squatting on the muddy ground.

Lying on the ground was a blood-covered Loose Cultivator, whose chest had been pierced by a Sharp Weapon with a large hole, taking in more air than breathing out, on the verge of expiring.

The green-clothed young girl didn't talk nonsense and directly opened the medicine chest on her back.

She didn't take out any panacea for healing, but instead grabbed a handful of pitch-black poisonous bugs and stuffed them directly into the Loose Cultivator's bloody, mangled wound!

The surrounding onlookers of Loose Cultivators gasped.

"Is this saving someone or killing someone!"

But the next second, those poisonous bugs frantically gnawed on the rotting flesh in the wound while secreting a green mucus, and the Loose Cultivator's fatal wound actually began to stop bleeding and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The girl's technique was extremely wild, and immediately afterwards, a few silver needles emitting a chill were plunged down.

The Loose Cultivator abruptly coughed up a mouthful of black blood and miraculously opened his eyes.

"Fighting poison with poison, what an exquisite technique."

A trace of appreciation flashed in Qi Yang's eyes.

The young girl's understanding and application of toxicology made her definitely an expert.

At this time, that fat man didn't know when he had sidled up next to the newly awakened Loose Cultivator, a fat hand stealthily feeling towards the Storage Pouch at the Loose Cultivator's waist.

"Hehe, a life-saving grace is hard to repay, so Fatty I will accept this Storage Pouch on your behalf as a consultation fee."

The fat man muttered, and was about to succeed.

The green-clothed young girl didn't even look back, giving a backhanded wave as a sheet of pink poisonous powder sprayed directly towards the fat man's face.

"Ouch!"

The fat man let out a weird cry, his whole body bouncing out like an inflated rubber ball, scrambling away from the poisonous powder.

The pink poisonous powder fell on the bluestone slabs on the ground, directly corroding pit after pit.

"Yao Banxia, you woman are so ruthless with your attacks! Fatty I almost got disfigured!"

The fat man patted his chest and shouted with lingering fear.

The young girl named Yao Banxia stood up and glanced coldly at the fat man.

"Qian Duobao, if you dare to reach out indiscriminately again, I will chop off your claws and feed them to the poisonous bugs."

The two were obviously old acquaintances who didn't get along with each other.

Qi Yang watched this farce from the side and was just preparing to leave.

Suddenly, several powerful and murderous auras surged aggressively from the entrance of the bazaar!

"Hand over that guy who came back to life! Otherwise, not even a dog or chicken will be left alive in Blackwater Bazaar today!"

Five ferocious-looking bandit cultivators rushed in.

The leader was a stout man radiating the terrifying pressure of Qi Condensation Great Completion!

The bazaar instantly fell into chaos, with Loose Cultivators fleeing frantically in terror.

The stout man swept his gaze and directly locked onto the Loose Cultivator who had just been saved on the ground.

At the same time, he also saw Qi Yang, Yao Banxia, and Qian Duobao standing nearby.

"All of you blocking the way, go die for me!"

The stout man sneered viciously, hacking down abruptly with a large-ring saber the size of a door panel in his hand.

A ten-zhang-long violent blade radiance carrying a pungent bloody smell directly enveloped Qi Yang and the other two completely!

He didn't care at all about indiscriminately killing the innocent, and casually wanted to chop these few eyesore fellows into meat paste together.

Facing the terrifying blade radiance of a Qi Condensation Great Completion strike, Qian Duobao let out a weird cry, and the greasy silk on his body burst out with dazzling golden light, protecting his whole body tightly.

Yao Banxia's expression changed, and she quickly retreated while repeatedly waving her hands, throwing out a few pungent poison smoke bombs in an attempt to block it.

Only Qi Yang stood in place, not even lifting his eyelids.

Want to kill him?

Seeking death!

Qi Yang didn't even make any dodging movement, just flicked his finger gently.

A drop of liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power compressed to the extreme transformed into a poisonous thorn almost imperceptible to the naked eye, shooting out silently.

Hiss!

The poisonous thorn directly penetrated that violent ten-zhang blade radiance, disintegrating the blade radiance directly.

Following closely, the poisonous thorn sank into the stout man's glabella with absolute precision.

The stout man's vicious sneer instantly froze on his face, his high-raised large-ring saber hung down powerlessly, and his eyeballs protruded.

"You..."

The stout man only had time to spit out a single word before his entire body melted like a candle, turning into a pool of fishy, stinking blood that splashed onto the muddy street with a crash!

Not even a scrap of bone was left behind!