260: Chapter 260 Who do you think you are!

A dark red, blood-colored escape light pulled a long trail through the air, heading straight for the Gloomy Mist Demon Forest on the southern horizon.

The gale tore at Chen Mu's tattered robes.

He didn't care about the consumption at all.

Only the Old Ancestor's lofty legal decree remained in his mind.

Swallow the jinsheng demon lotus.

Endure the Life-and-Death Tribulation.

This was his only grand path to stepping into the Purple Mansion.

The Gloomy Mist Demon Forest stretched across the end of his vision, where the black poisonous miasma churned and strangled year-round, completely sealing off this vast mountain range.

If an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator stood here, even their skin would be corroded and ulcerated by the poisonous gas.

Chen Mu, however, suddenly halted his figure.

He did not hesitate.

He plunged headlong into that thick black poisonous miasma.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The protective spiritual light was instantly corroded with countless tiny gaps.

Deadly poisonous gas frantically bored into his body through his pores.

Chen Mu did not circulate his mana to resist.

Instead, he withdrew the last layer of defense, and the mutated crystalline vine on his left leg erupted with an extremely greedy tremor.

Blue-purple patterns moved rapidly between his flesh, and that black miasma, which was enough to poison a Yao Beast to death, became the most fertile nourishment, pouring into his Dantian along the vine.

The [Ember-Born Flower] swayed frantically within the Death Qi.

It converted all the poison into the purest vitality, feeding it back into his limbs and bones.

A comfortable roar rumbled from Chen Mu's throat.

This was the supreme immortal foundation bestowed by the Old Ancestor!

The more of a desperate land it was, the more it was his home turf!

In the black poisonous swamp ahead, the mud exploded with a bang.

A bucket-thick Dark-Scaled Poisonous Python burst out, opening its bloody maw and lunging straight for Chen Mu's throat.

A Rank Two Peak Yao Beast.

Chen Mu didn't even dodge.

His left leg suddenly stepped forward.

Bang!

Dozens of sharp blue-purple wooden spears erupted from beneath his feet.

Brutally piercing the python's hard scales, the wooden spears nailed directly into the python's vital seven-inch spot, pinning it firmly in mid-air.

A violent devouring force erupted.

The poisonous python let out a shrill hiss.

Its massive body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just three breaths.

A ten-zhang-long snake skeleton crashed from the air, hitting the hard rocks and shattering into a ground of bone powder.

Chen Mu licked away a drop of poisonous blood splashed on his cheek; the violent blood Qi surged within his Meridians but was firmly suppressed and purified by the [Ember-Born Flower].

He set off.

Advancing toward the deepest part of the demon forest.

With every step, the vine on his left leg left a charred, withered mark on the ground.

He wanted to become stronger.

Only by becoming a Purple Mansion True Person could he gain a firm foothold in the Corpse Yin Sect.

Only then could he perform Heaven-Defying methods to fish his master's Divine Soul back from the Netherworld.

Master.

The only person who had ever given him warmth.

A morbid obsession erupted in the depths of Chen Mu's eyes.

His speed increased sharply once again.

He went a full hundred miles deep into the demon forest.

The poisonous miasma ahead suddenly churned violently, and the sound of dense Spell explosions accompanied the screams of a Yao Beast.

It penetrated the thick mist and hit Chen Mu's perception.

Someone was there.

Chen Mu stopped.

He concealed his presence and silently approached a towering piece of rotten wood.

His gaze pierced through the poisonous miasma.

In the clearing ahead, five Cultivators wearing dark green robes.

Were forming a formation.

Trapping a Poison-Tailed Leopard covered in burning ghostly green flames in the center.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

The local power of the Southern Border specializing in poison techniques.

The leader was a young man with a sinister countenance.

Holding a pitch-black long banner in his hand.

A Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation.

As the long banner waved, thick poisonous smoke turned into chains.

Tightly strangling the Poison-Tailed Leopard's neck.

"Close the net!"

The sinister youth shouted.

The other four Late Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples changed their hand seals simultaneously.

The poisonous smoke chains suddenly tightened, snapping the Poison-Tailed Leopard's neck bone by force.

The massive Yao Beast crashed to the ground.

Splashing up a large amount of poisonous mud.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Disciples breathed a sigh of relief, just about to step forward to collect the Yao Beast Materials.

Chen Mu strode out from behind the towering rotten wood.

He couldn't be bothered to take a detour and stepped directly over the poisonous mud, walking straight through the clearing that had just witnessed the slaughter.

Blue-purple vines were faintly visible on his left leg, emanating a heart-palpitating Wither and Flourish aura.

The five people from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect instantly tensed up, and five Magical Artifacts coated in poison simultaneously turned to lock onto this uninvited guest.

"Who is it!"

A Disciple shouted harshly.

Chen Mu stopped.

His gaze swept over these five ants blocking his way with extreme indifference.

He recognized their attire.

They naturally also recognized the robe on him embroidered with a skeleton totem.

"Someone from the Corpse Yin Sect?"

The sinister youth narrowed his eyes; he raised his hand to lower his Junior Brothers' Magical Artifacts, a deep sense of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Foundation Establishment Perfection.

And the Blood-Fiendish Qi emanating from this person was so thick it almost seemed solid.

Definitely a Core Disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect.

"I am Zhao Xiao of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect."

The sinister youth cupped his hands.

His tone was tentative.

"Fellow Daoist, to enter the depths of the Gloomy Mist Demon Forest alone, your courage is extraordinary."

"May I ask which Elder's Disciple you are?"

Chen Mu's mind was now full of the demon lotus the Old Ancestor had ordered him to find; he had no interest in exchanging pleasantries with these wastes.

"Get lost."

"Don't block my path."

Extremely arrogant.

He didn't care about these five elites of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect at all.

A Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Disciple flew into a rage.

He pointed at Chen Mu's nose.

"What kind of thing are you!"

"This is the territory of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. Do you really think that just because you're wearing the skin of the Corpse Yin Sect, you can walk all over us?"

Chen Mu tilted his head.

The crystalline vine on his left leg suddenly surged by half a foot.

A violent devouring force condensed into a subtle green vortex beneath his feet.

The surrounding poisonous mud instantly dried and cracked.

Zhao Xiao's whole body stiffened.

His scalp tingled.

That power had actually drained all life within a three-zhang radius in an instant!

"Shut up!"

Zhao Xiao backhanded the Disciple across the face, sending him flying until he crashed heavily into the poisonous mud.

Zhao Xiao turned his head and forced a strained smile.

"My Junior Brother doesn't know the rules; please don't take offense, Fellow Daoist."

"This demon forest is vast; please go ahead, Fellow Daoist, we will not stop you."

Chen Mu withdrew his gaze.

Count that bastard lucky for being sensible.

If he weren't afraid that a battle would attract higher-ranked Yao Beasts.

And delay the opportunity to find the demon lotus.

He would have already drained these five people into dried husks.

Chen Mu said nothing.

He stepped forward.

Stepping directly over the Poison-Tailed Leopard's corpse, the blue-purple vine flashed like an afterimage in the air.

Puchi.

The most precious Poison Core inside the Poison-Tailed Leopard was precisely picked out by the vine.

It was instantly swept into Chen Mu's sleeve.

Open robbery.

The five people from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect gritted their teeth tightly.

Watching helplessly as Chen Mu snatched the spoils, they didn't even dare to let out a fart.

Chen Mu's figure soon disappeared into the thick black poisonous miasma, until that suffocating Blood-Fiendish Qi was completely gone.

The Disciple who was slapped away finally climbed out of the mud pit and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Senior Brother! You're just letting him snatch the Poison Core away like that?"

"There are five of us; why should we fear a mere Foundation Establishment Perfection Cultivator!"

Zhao Xiao stared fixedly in the direction Chen Mu had disappeared.

His face twitched violently.

"Idiot."

"Did you not see his left leg?"

Zhao Xiao pointed at the dried and cracked poisonous mud on the ground.

"That's not a living person's leg at all."

"This kid is definitely practicing some extremely overbearing forbidden technique of the Corpse Yin Sect."

"If we really fought, even if we could kill him, at least three of us would perish."

Hearing this, the other Disciples all sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Then we're just going to let it go?"

An extremely greedy glint erupted in Zhao Xiao's eyes.

He gripped the pitch-black long banner in his hand.

His knuckles cracked.

"Let it go?"

"The deeper one goes into this Gloomy Mist Demon Forest, the more terrifying the poisonous miasma becomes."

"He's from the Corpse Yin Sect, yet he dares to plunge into a death zone alone."

"Coming here alone, he must be searching for some world-shaking treasure!"

Zhao Xiao licked his dry lips.

"How about we follow and take a look?"

Once these words were spoken.

The four Junior Brothers looked at each other.

The fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by greed.

Humans die for wealth, just as birds die for food.

"Senior Brother is right."

"In the depths of this demon forest, even Purple Mansion True Persons must be cautious."

"No matter how strong he is, he'll lose a layer of skin if he encounters a Rank Three Great Yao."

"We'll hang back at a distance."

"Wait until he's fought to a stalemate and his mana is exhausted."

"Then we'll make our move."

"Not only can we take back the Poison Core, but the treasures on him and the heritage of the Corpse Yin Sect will all be ours!"

Zhao Xiao nodded with satisfaction.

He pinched a concealment hand seal with one hand.

"Conceal your presence and spread out the formation."

"Don't get too close; track him by the withered marks he left behind."

Five dark green figures instantly melted into the poisonous miasma.

Like five venomous snakes, they slithered silently in the direction Chen Mu had gone.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

These Disciples' calculations were very shrewd.

But they had no idea what kind of monster they were actually targeting.