Chapter 338: Chapter 116, A slip of the hand
For a Cult, losing all their cultivation is a deeply painful ordeal.
Cultivators can reach heights mortals can never experience, flying through the sky and burrowing underground, like deities.
To be brought back to the Mortal realm, no one could accept it.
“Ye Changsheng, my cultivation… you dare cripple my cultivation!! I will have your life!”
Wu Ziming wailed, glaring at Ye Changsheng, his eyes practically spitting fire.
Ye Changsheng, however, was unfazed. “I find people vowing to have my life to be quite bothersome, as it brings me a lot of trouble. If that’s the case, then I must cut the weeds and remove the roots.”
Wu Ziming tried to escape, but all his bones were broken. He could only resort to the trump card Gongsun Wenyuan had given him.
If any emergency arose, he could use this trump card to gain immense combat power.
However, before he could even draw it out, with just a small movement, Ye Changsheng’s hands descended like twin blades, severing Wu Ziming’s wrists.
Wu Ziming cried out in pain, his face turning ashen. Large beads of sweat dripped onto the desert sand.
“Ye Changsheng, you are a disciple of the righteous sect! You cannot casually slaughter fellow disciples!”
Wu Ziming never imagined that Ye Changsheng’s cultivation would be this profound, far exceeding his expectations.
Furthermore, his actions were swift and decisive. If this continued, he would surely die.
“You should act according to the rules of our White Emperor Sword Sect! As an Inner Disciple, you have no right to punish others. You should have apprehended me and handed me over to the sect— AAAAARGH!!!”
Before Wu Ziming could finish speaking, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
This was because Ye Changsheng had poured the poisoned oasis water he had prepared into Wu Ziming’s meridians.
With his Dantian shattered, Wu Ziming could no longer gather Qi or seal his meridians. He could only slowly feel the intense poison spreading throughout his body, devouring his organs.
Wu Ziming convulsed, the poison seeming to burn his organs, almost melting them. Blood began to flow from his seven orifices.
“Ye Changsheng, you… you’re killing me!” Wu Ziming gasped.
“Oh, how novel! I’m killing someone?” Ye Changsheng chuckled. “What a pity, Wu Ziming, you seem to be dying?”
Looking at the relaxed Ye Changsheng, Wu Ziming seemed to realize that this young man, who appeared indifferent and like a carefree prodigal son on the surface… was all an act.
Wu Ziming began to cry, pleading, “Ye Changsheng, we are friends! Don’t forget, we’re friends! Remember when we went to the White Emperor Sword Sect’s Main Peak together to collect our introductory Magical Artifacts?”
“Now that you mention it, that does seem to have happened?” Ye Changsheng cracked his knuckles. “I remember now. Wu Ziming, we are friends!”
Wu Ziming was in so much pain he was about to go mad, but he endured it to survive, forcing a smile. He hoped to use the guise of friendship to find an opportunity.
“That’s right, Ye Changsheng, friends should tolerate each other. I was blinded this time, foolish! I did wrong. You’ve just made me realize my mistake!”
Wu Ziming’s tears flowed freely.
“I shouldn’t have, I really shouldn’t have betrayed Azure Peak! And I shouldn’t have used such despicable means to harm you!”
“Didn’t you apologize last time? Why are you apologizing again?” Ye Changsheng smirked. “Wu Ziming, why do you love acting so foolishly?”
Wu Ziming was nearly driven to madness. Ye Changsheng was the person he hated the most, and being insulted by him was worse than death.
But Wu Ziming was undeniably afraid of death, and he didn’t want to die such a demeaning death. His aspirations were not yet fulfilled.
Endure, endure. Bide your time, wait for an opportunity.
“I’m sorry, Ye Changsheng, Gongsun Wenyuan manipulated me! Do you remember? Gongsun Wenyuan even manipulated Jiang Yang. He’s truly like a demon, capable of charming people!”
“That’s true,” Ye Changsheng nodded as if in agreement.
“Yes, it’s all Gongsun Wenyuan’s fault… Of course, it’s also my fault for being manipulated by him! Ye Changsheng, we are friends, and when a friend strays, you should guide them back to the righteous path. Please give me a chance! I am willing to return to the sect and beg for forgiveness before the Great Elders!”
Wu Ziming felt like his mouth was melting, his words slurring like “Abba abba,” beyond his control.
If he hadn’t taken some antidote beforehand, he would have truly perished by now, but the dose was insufficient.
Moreover, dying in the Boundless Desert meant his soul would be vaporized. Such an end was unacceptable to him.
Ye Changsheng stroked his chin, deep in thought.
“I don’t mind you crippling my cultivation; it’s the consequence I deserve. But I still need to return to the sect to beg for leniency! For the sake of our friendship, please spare my life for now!”
Wu Ziming then kowtowed several times on the ground.
After deep contemplation, Ye Changsheng opened his eyes and said earnestly, “Alright, Wu Ziming. I will spare you for now.”
Wu Ziming was overjoyed. Then he thought, *Just you wait. When I find an opportunity, I will find every way to kill you!*
“Ye Changsheng, retrieve my Small Qiankun Bag. It contains the antidote.”
“Alright.”
Ye Changsheng took Wu Ziming’s Small Qiankun Bag and began searching through it.
“Wu Ziming, you have quite a lot of things in your Small Qiankun Bag. Oh, these Magical Artifacts are all so powerful. What is this?”
Ye Changsheng pulled out a Magical Artifact that resembled a jade plate, pretending ignorance.
“This is a Magical Artifact given to me by Gongsun Wenyuan,” Wu Ziming explained, suppressing his anger. “It’s used to contact me. If you infuse it with Demonic Qi, you can have long-distance calls, but it becomes increasingly unstable the closer you get to the Star of the Demon’s interior.”
“Oh, and this?”
“This is a Positioning Talisman. It can precisely determine my location.”
“I haven’t seen such a Talisman before. Then what about this?”
“You haven’t found… the antidote yet?” Wu Ziming was almost unable to restrain himself from cursing.
“Tell me first.”
“…This is a Life Card. I don’t know what kind of item it is, and it doesn’t seem to be a Magical Artifact. Gongsun Wenyuan gave it to me. Anyway, if I die, the Life Card will be incinerated.”
“It seems like an item from the world of One Piece,” Ye Changsheng muttered softly.
“Ye Changsheng, hurry up, or I’ll really die…”
“Don’t rush, let me see… Found it. Is this it?”
Ye Changsheng produced the antidote, a bottle of green fluorescent liquid.
Wu Ziming looked on eagerly. “Yes, that’s it! That’s it!”
“Okay, I see.”
Ye Changsheng stood up and left Wu Ziming.
“Ye Changsheng, what are you doing?!”
“I’m saving others first. After I save them, I’ll save you,” Ye Changsheng replied as a matter of course.
He then administered the antidote to Liu Kai and two Disciples from other peaks. Wu Ziming dared not speak, forcing himself to suppress his emotions and patiently wait.
After the antidote was administered, the poison in these three was resolved, and they seemed to be out of danger.
“…Save some for me, don’t use it all,” Wu Ziming reminded weakly.
“Almost forgot, you’re poisoned too,” Ye Changsheng nodded.
“It’s my turn now, right, Ye Changsheng?” Wu Ziming asked. “Quickly save your friend.”
“Alright, I’m coming now, my friend.”
Ye Changsheng smiled and walked towards Wu Ziming.
An involuntary smile appeared on Wu Ziming’s face. He felt that all his suffering had been worth it, and he would be saved.
Although it was a bit unlucky, it was fine. Living was what mattered. After all, Gongsun Wenyuan would surely find a way to deal with this guy, and then he would be saved…
However, Ye Changsheng’s next action froze Wu Ziming’s expression.
“My good friend, I’m so sorry. My hand slipped and I dropped the antidote. My apologies.”
The antidote slipped from Ye Changsheng’s grasp, and he stomped on it, crushing it.
“It’s too dark, I couldn’t see clearly, Wu Ziming. The antidote was accidentally stomped and broken. Careless, so careless. But it’s okay, there’s still some on my boot. Crawl over and lick it up before it dries, it might still be effective.”
Wu Ziming’s lips trembled, not from the pain of the poison, but from rage. The anger even made his mind go blank, wanting nothing more than to kill Ye Changsheng.
“You, you… Ye Changsheng, I curse you! You’ll go to hell after you die!!!” Wu Ziming could only rage impotently.
“You accepted the benefits from Azure Peak, yet you betrayed them behind their backs.”
Ye Changsheng’s expression turned cold. “Wu Ziming, if you had just clung to Senior Sister Zhong’s leg and followed along, none of this would have happened. But you chose the most foolish path.”
He walked over, grabbed Wu Ziming’s head with one hand, and lifted him up. Instantly, Demonic Qi spread across Wu Ziming’s body.
It was only now that Wu Ziming realized Ye Changsheng truly intended to kill him.
“Ye Changsheng, stop! If you dare to kill me, information about Gongsun Wenyuan—!”
Ye Changsheng interrupted him. “No need.”
Soul Searching Great Method.
Ye Changsheng used this Demonic Path evil technique to directly dominate Wu Ziming’s fragile Soul. Through almost torturous questioning, he obtained most of the intel.
Under the torment, Wu Ziming’s Soul was overwhelmed, suffering pain even more unbearable than the poison.
“Kill me! Give me a quick death! Hurry!” Knowing he had no way out, Wu Ziming shouted.
“Your usefulness hasn’t been fully exploited yet, how can I kill you?”
Ye Changsheng took out a small orb, a sealed Magical Artifact, and stuffed Wu Ziming’s Soul into it.
This way, he wasn’t considered dead yet, and the Life Card wouldn’t be burned.
Trapped in the small orb, Wu Ziming couldn’t escape the Magical Artifact and was in a state between life and death.
Ye Changsheng used the Magical Artifact linking Wu Ziming to Gongsun Wenyuan to initiate contact, mimicking Wu Ziming’s voice.
At the same time, he took out a Shadow Splitting Talisman and ran off with the Positioning Talisman.
“Hello, is this Gongsun Wenyuan?”
“…Wu Ziming? Since you contacted me, it means it was successful?” Gongsun Wenyuan’s voice came intermittently from the other end of the Magical Artifact.
Ye Changsheng smiled slightly. “Ye Changsheng has been poisoned and is close to death. Our plan has largely succeeded.”
