RPAGF Chapter 129 The Loss Was Not Unjustified
Chapter 129 The Loss Was Not Unjustified
Wanqing quickly swallowed a Rejuvenation Pill as she raised her hand.
This time, the elixir wasn't given to her by Luo Qingcheng, but rather she refined it herself after improving the formula, and it was remarkably effective.
The energy instantly transformed into a pure spiritual force that flowed into her entire body.
In the blink of an eye, spiritual energy surged through Wanqing's parched meridians.
She quickly used her movement skills to dodge Mu Zi'en's attack.
At the same time, he crushed the blue pill.
With a graceful figure and an aloof demeanor, this jade-like figure, meticulously crafted by Nuwa, is renowned throughout the cultivation world not only for her fame as the most beautiful woman but also for her unparalleled talent in the art of alchemy and poison.
The blue pill turned into powder.
It mixed with the five poison pills that Wan Qing had clearly released into the air long ago.
As the final ingredient that combines the five poisons into a new one, the blue pill itself is not poisonous at all.
Apart from Mu Zi'en, all the other unconscious people had inhaled the pill powder. The poison, a mixture of five kinds of poison pills, was no joke. The faces of the people immediately turned blue and their lips turned purple, and they looked like they were about to die.
And Mu Zi'en—
Wanqing chuckled softly.
Could it be that someone really believes they don't have to pay anything after taking her pill?
Mu Zi'en, who had transformed into a demon in human form, was not afraid of Wan Qing's poison pill. Unexpectedly, he did not dodge or avoid it and collided with the Qing pill, which turned into powder. He only inhaled a little bit and felt severe pain in his internal organs!
Mu Zi'en was horrified!
What kind of poison is this? How could it possibly harm me when I've transformed into a demon?
Could it be——
Seemingly knowing what Mu Zien was thinking, Wanqing said clearly, "Just as you thought, this pill is made from the Companion God Grass."
Mu Zi'en's voice was hoarse, "How could that be? The Companion Herb has long since—"
"Are you sure?"
Wan clearly interrupted his rambling nonsense.
"The Mu family is said to be the bloodline left behind by a god who crossed the boundary and fell into the cultivation world. They have an innate ability to suppress and repel demons, and in the place where Mu family members live, there is a divine herb growing there."
Anyone who wants to find out this information can do so.
After all, with the decline of the Mu family generation after generation, many people had long regarded this matter as a legend.
Even many members of the family consider the bloodline passed down orally from generation to generation as a result of the Mu family ancestors deliberately gilding their bloodline.
As Wan spoke, she casually walked to the vicinity of the five passages.
"As time goes by, the bloodline becomes diluted. Gradually, the Companion God Grass only appears near the main family of the Mu family, where the bloodline concentration is the highest. Moreover, it requires the son of the main family to take good care of it, and sometimes it even needs to be fed with blood."
Mu Zi'en's pupils narrowed to vertical slits.
He managed to maintain his composure.
"how do you know?"
No one should know about this!
Wanqing smiled and said, "Does that matter?"
Mu Zi'en spread out his hands, which were covered with a thick layer of black demonic energy.
"It's really not important."
Because as long as she dies, none of this will get out!
Not only did Wanqing want to stall for time, but Mu Zien did too.
For the first time, he reversed the power of his bloodline to become demonic and used it for his own purposes. The most filthy and deepest desires in the world swirled in his sea of consciousness, stirring up a monstrous wave in what was originally a calm sea of consciousness.
The clear sea of consciousness is gradually polluted.
He could barely maintain his sanity.
To control the power of the devil, one must inevitably pay a greater price!
Mu Zi'en needs time, he needs power, but he is unwilling to become a slave to power!
The herb that accompanies the divine can indeed suppress demonic energy.
but!
As Wan clearly stated, the bloodline of the gods gradually diluted with each generation of descendants, and the power of the Companion Grass, which only accompanied the gods, to suppress demonic energy naturally declined as well.
Where is the divine power of the Divine Companion Grass in the present world that drives away demons?
It only shares the same name!
Mu Zi'en forcefully activated his demonic energy to resist the Qingdan powder.
How could the tiny amount of powder he inhaled possibly withstand his demonic body?
Seeing Mu Zi'en's body surging with demonic energy, like an abyss ready to devour its prey, pulsating with the shadow of death, yet also like a temptation emanating from the soul.
Wan was clear-headed, yet remained calm and composed.
She stood quietly in place, not waiting to die.
The demonic energy surging within Mu Zi'en subsided, not because the Qingdan powder had been defeated and expelled from his body, but because he appeared listless as if he had suffered a defeat.
Wan, knowing full well what was going on, asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
Mu Zi'en noticed that her attitude was off.
Upon careful reflection, I couldn't find anything wrong with myself along the way.
This allowed Wan to clearly understand that she had the opportunity to do something to herself.
That's right!
Mu Zien was certain that Wan Qingxiao had done something to him. His judgment was absolutely correct. Even if there were still some remaining Companion Grass, it would not have much power!
He thought and thought, and suddenly remembered something.
In order not to arouse Wan Qing's suspicion, he allowed the five poisons to enter his body.
He did indeed fall into a coma due to poisoning.
So, how did he wake up?
He woke up with some pain in his jaw; could it be—
Mu Zi'en suddenly looked at Wan Qingchu.
"That's right, there's something wrong with the antidote pill you took."
As for what the problem was, she wasn't stupid; why would she tell Mu Zi'en?
Even if Wan didn't say it, Mu Zi'en could guess it.
He sneered, "It seems my good uncle also contributed a little."
Wan smiled knowingly but remained silent.
Neither admitting nor denying.
She asked, "Surrender?"
Mu Zi'en's eyes darted around, each one looking at its own surroundings.
Clearly, he had initially thought Wan had deliberately walked to the passageway to escape, but now he realized it was to prevent him from escaping.
But he can't give up so easily!
Demonic energy is an extremely domineering power. Once someone is tainted by it, it's uncertain who will win or lose in a battle between them!
Mu Zi'en raised her wrist to her mouth.
He opened his mouth and his teeth ripped a large gash in the blood vessel on his wrist.
Blood, shrouded in black mist, gushed out.
He took a big gulp from his wrist, then let the blood meander into lines, then droplets, and finally mist, dissolving into the demonic energy surrounding him.
The demonic energy, which had seemed to be dozing off, suddenly surged and surged as if injected with hormones.
Mu Zi'en did not delay. His enhanced attack speed was beyond what Wan Qing could dodge with her less-than-perfect agility.
But she did not give up.
Seizing the opportunity, she threw a pill into her mouth. Instantly, a gust of wind rose from the ground. Wanqing moved with the lightness of a swallow, floating gracefully, yet always managing to dodge Mu Zien's fatal blows.
After several attempts, Mu Zien had no choice but to abandon his direct attack.
Alchemists are truly unreasonable.
Transforming oneself into a demon has its time limit, and feeding a demon with blood is an even more detrimental method.
Mu Zien thought bitterly that if his cultivation level hadn't been a small step lower than Wan Qing's, although the Demon Transformation could temporarily boost his cultivation, it was still not the right path.
Moreover, there's the presence of the Companion Herb and the ingredients mixed in the Antidote Pill to suppress it—
That's why Wanqing could easily sway him, flitting up and down like a butterfly.
I never imagined this woman had been plotting this for so long!
One thing leads to another, and with the help of his "good uncle," his loss was not unjust!