Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 669

Exasperated Ku Mu (Part 2)

Getting over his brain’s transient short circuit, Mu Yu flashed his pearly whites. “My old man taught me. He’s the best poison adept I’ve ever seen in my life. Nobody out there can hold a candle to him. They call him ‘King of Poison Kings’.”

“Nobody can hold a candle to him? A nobody imperiously calls himself King of Poison Kings? You haven’t seen anything.”

That’s some harsh way to slight yourself, Dad, Mu Yu wanted to blurt.

“How come you were immune to my poison?” Ku Mu aggressed.

“Because we’re handsome,” Xiaoshuai enlightened.

“Hahaha.”

“Is that a new synonym for ‘please kill me’?” Ku Mu snapped.

“No, no, my Dad really did teach me. My dad is as incredible as you are. He has yet to meet an equal, you know?”

“Hmph, don’t mention a nobody in the same breath as me.”

“He isn’t a nobody. He is somebody, but that’s not his name…” Switching to a serious tone, Mu Yu opined, “Elder, I have always believed that you should not disparage someone carelessly because you never know who you might be disparaging.”

“What, abysmal poison skills are impervious to criticism? If you can coalesce one third of your spiritual energy when using flowing light, you could bring out more of its potential. Also, what sort of idiot throws disintegrating bones so carelessly? Who do you expect to disintegrate with that? Laughing half-step trip is to be consumed orally. You think you have the auto lock-on aim? Is that what your so-called adept father taught you? King of Poison Kings, my foot.”

Helpless, Mu Yu said, “Elder, I have no intention of offending you. I shall take my leave.”

Formations still active, Ku Mu stated, “You still haven’t answered me: how are you immune to my poison?!”

“B-because I have huoxiang fuqi herb,” answered Mu Yu, creating the made-up herb using Wood Spirit.

Ku Mu examined the three inch tall herb with green leaves and a black root. The white lines on the leaves contributed to its ability to absorb the poisonous mist around. “Huoxiang fuqi herb?”

“That’s right. I, I mean, my dad plucked it from an alp dozens of kilometres high. It can neutralise all poisons. My dad told me it grows an inch every millennium. Each inch can neutralise a thousand variety of poisons, leading to it being called ‘Thousand Poison Antidote’. Surely you have heard of it, Elder.”

“I… Of course I… Hmph!”

“I know you must have heard of it but not had the chance to obtain it. I can tell you are not the kind of man who would kill and rob. How about I give this to you? In return, you let me off the hook?” proposed Mu Yu, holding out his huoxiang fuqi herb.

Ku Mu, understandably coveting the herb, took in a deep breath to protect his rationality. “You will not be forgiven for peeping on Yuyan under any circumstances. I won’t forgive you even if you offered me a thousand of them. Having said that, since Yuyan wants to spare you, I shall spare you. Begone! The next time I see you, you will take your last breath!”

“How did I end up in his blacklist again…?” Mu Yu muttered under his breath, flying away. “There goes making up all the times I owed him.”

Returning back on track, Xiaoshuai giggled. “Ku Mu cursing himself was hilarious.”

“He’d give us an earful if he ever found out about it. Anyhow, now I can see why Bai Jie had qualms targeting Dad. His formations still impress me as always.”

“Ku Mu is already at Body Synthesis Realm, so why is he still stuck there thirty-four years later? He didn’t practice alchemy, so he doesn’t have wood residue in him? It makes no sense,” mentioned the dragon vine.

“Maybe it’s because he works with poison? He was pulling punches back there. Maybe his cultivation far exceeded Body Synthesis Realm, for all we know,” supposed Mu Yu.

Spotting a quiet, cold, desolate plain that no living fiend beast or bird dared to venture near, Mu Yu descended behind a black rock in case there were sentries. The plants oozed yin qi, and the signature grey bone corrosion grass.

“Yep, this must be Ghost Gate’s place.”

Mu Yu inspected the surroundings, confirming there was a ghost technique formation that Ghost Gate specialised in erected themselves. Their formation scanned for souls on those coming and going, meaning anyone with only one soul couldn’t be one of them.

“We don’t have a twin in us, so how are we going to infiltrate?” XIaoshuai whispered.

“There has to be an entrance because their new disciples wouldn’t have twins. I’m not convinced they never have guests, either. Let’s search for an entrance.”

After some scouring, they found a shabby one metre high grave designed after a dormant turtle or something, bone corrosion grass sprouting out of it. Mu Yu sneaked closer to the slanted tomb through the bone corrosion grass, hypothesising it was the entrance based off the ghost qi exuded.

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