After all, this ti he was likely facing a genuine ridian Opening Realm expert, possibly even more formidable than Jin Cunyue before.
When facing a formidable enemy, no amount of caution is too much.
Thus, it took Zhao Ya a full half an hour to finally reach the vicinity of the small building.
At this mont, the light on the second floor was on, and faint sounds of n and won talking and laughing could be heard inside.
Hiding in the darkness, Zhao Ya held his breath and focused for a long ti, yet couldn’t think of a way to get close to that window.
For an expert at the ridian Opening Realm, the five senses would undoubtedly have beco quite keen.
Any anomaly at this ti could potentially alert him.
But how could he poison without getting close to that window?
Although Zhao Ya also knew the poisons he carried might not have much effect on soone at the ridian Opening Realm.
But using them against his female disciple would still be beneficial.
Zhao Ya pondered deeply.
Just then, the sound of flowing water not far away caught Zhao Ya’s attention.
Following the sound, he saw water trickling out from a dark drain, faintly carrying a scent of costics.
Zhao Ya was slightly startled, imdiately turning to look at the distant small building.
No need to ask, this dark drain was surely connected to that small building; the water being discharged here should co from the second floor.
Essentially an ancient, rudintary sewer.
But this sewer was rely as wide as a wine jar, a person couldn’t go in, and Zhao Ya hadn’t planned to go in either.
As long as there was a way to connect to the upstairs, that was sufficient.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ya silently followed the dark drain to the building below, indeed finding a bamboo pole hidden behind the house.
This bamboo pole, as thick as a bowl, was hollowed inside, serving as a conduit.
Zhao Ya gently pressed it, and a hole appeared on the bamboo pole, emitting a foul sll.
Without changing his expression, Zhao Ya poured the pre-prepared dicinal powder into his palm, then evenly scattered it into the conduit.
While so would surely wash away with the flow, Zhao Ya had used a heavy dose this ti, so as long as a portion could enter the house via the bamboo tube, it would be effective.
anwhile, upstairs in the second floor, Wan Zhen wiped the sweat off his forehead and laughed, "Good Yan’Er, among so many disciples, it’s you I care for the most."
Xiao Yan giggled, rinsed her mouth, and then said with seductive eyes, "Master, when are you going to help open my ridians?"
"No rush for that, have you set the foundation for your Dantian True Power?" Wan Zhen asked.
"I’ve already established it long ago, now I just need to open the ridians to enter the ridian Opening Realm," Xiao Yan said.
"So fast, let take a look!" Wan Zhen was sowhat surprised.
But after checking carefully, he found that Xiao Yan really had laid the foundation for her Dantian True Power.
"With your talent, it should be impossible to reach this step; who helped you?" Wan Zhen asked deeply.
Xiao Yan called out in grievance, "How can you say that, can’t I just be lucky, and under coincidental circumstances, establish my Dantian True Power foundation?"
"Besides, if soone really helped , why wouldn’t I have them directly help open the ridians?"
Only then did Wan Zhen’s expression lighten, "Alright, alright, don’t be upset, I’m just afraid you’re being too eager for success."
"Hmph, you don’t believe ; I serve you as a disciple by day and take care of you by night," Xiao Yan continued with her grievance, tears falling down.
Though knowing full well his disciple was acting, Wan Zhen still chuckled and said, "Don’t cry, it’s Master’s fault. In the next few days, I’ll find a way to help you open your ridians, okay!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan broke into a smile through her tears, "You’ve said it yourself, Master, no going back on your word."
Wan Zhen laughed heartily, "I’ve always stood by my words, since you’ve served for so long, helping you open the ridian is only right."
Xiao Yan was naturally overjoyed.
The master and disciple spoke many sweet words, planning to turn off the lights and sleep.
But just then, Xiao Yan suddenly felt dizzy, her body beca numb, and she exclaid in surprise.
"Master, what’s happening to ?"
As soon as she spoke, Wan Zhen sensed sothing amiss.
The air was filled with a strange scent.
Moreover, Wan Zhen also felt his muscles tense up.
Not good, soone has poisoned us!
Although he didn’t know who dared to infiltrate the Beast Taming Sect’s quarters to poison.
It was apparent the target was himself.
Thus, without hesitation, Wan Zhen coldly snorted and said, "Let see who dares to provoke a hornet’s nest."
As he spoke, Wan Zhen burst through the window, flying outside.
But at the very instant he dashed out, a flash of saber light, swift to the extre, slashed across.
Whether in speed or angle, it was impeccably executed.
Moreover, it slashed just as Wan Zhen was coming out, making it seem as if he voluntarily charged into the saber light.
"Courting death!" Wan Zhen felt a slight shiver in his heart.
But as an elder of the Beast Taming Sect and a ridian Opening Realm master, there wasn’t a situation he hadn’t seen before, so facing this almost certain kill, he simply tilted his body, allowing the saber light to sweep past.
Before he had any chance to feel relieved, the saber light impossibly turned back at Wan Zhen’s neck again.
Such a bizarre saber technique was sothing Wan Zhen had never seen before.
But he rely sneered, as both his hands turned as black as ink and, in the gap of a hair’s breadth, flicked a finger lightly.
Bang.
With a loud clash, Zhao Ya felt an unimaginable imnse force hitting him, almost sending his teorite Iron Saber flying from his hand.
Having practiced martial arts for so many years, it was the first ti Zhao Ya encountered such a situation.
At the sa ti, Wan Zhen finally got a clear look at his opponent.
Seeing it was a heroic and extraordinary young man, Wan Zhen couldn’t help but feel a touch of astonishnt.
He initially thought that anyone capable of such saber technique must be an experienced veteran of Jianghu, yet it turned out to be soone so young.
This did not prevent Wan Zhen from attacking.
"Where did this young man co from, daring to cause trouble in my Beast Taming Sect?" Wan Zhen sneered while swinging his palms, sealing off Zhao Ya’s escape paths from all directions.
Wan Zhen was extrely confident in his Palm Technique.
Relying on this Black Iron Palm, he had road Jianghu for decades without rivals.
Furthermore, he used this Palm Technique to cultivate Black Iron True Strength and successfully ascertain the path to ridian Opening.
So even though this young man’s saber technique was decent, he was no match for himself, and it would take at most ten moves to kill him under his palm.
But Wan Zhen’s calculations quickly fell apart.
Because as he sealed Zhao Ya’s retreat, Zhao Ya suddenly smiled, and then his body rapidly swelled, while his eyes flashed with a strange pure black.
"The aura of a Mountain Demon and a Ghost Child, how is this possible? Who on earth are you?"
Wan Zhen knew well the strongest Servant Beasts in his sect.
So upon seeing soone being able to exhibit such innate abilities, he was utterly shocked.
But Zhao Ya paid no attention.
At this mont, he felt power within him reach an unprecedented peak; even confronting a ridian Opening master, or a stronger one, he felt he could tear apart effortlessly.
Of course.
Zhao Ya knew this was rely an illusion created by his sudden surge of power.
With a swing of his saber, ripples spread where the blade swept through the air.
Wan Zhen, recovering from his initial shock, sneered, "To possess two Breaking Realm abilities simultaneously, how astonishing, but the more astonishing you are, the more you must die!"
Speaking thus, he stretched out a single palm, astonishingly grabbing Zhao Ya’s incoming saber.
No sound, just Wan Zhen’s shoulders shaking slightly and a change in expression, but that was all.
"Heh, you...," Wan Zhen was about to taunt smugly.
At this mont, the throbbing blood sea in Zhao Ya’s liver suddenly erupted.
An imnse force filled his entire body, and Zhao Ya fiercely twisted his wrist.
With a grating friction sound, wanlike razor’s fingertips finally showed signs of strain, while the teorite Iron Saber groaned under imnse tension.
Suddenly.
A crack appeared, and the ancient teorite Iron Saber, which had accompanied Zhao Ya for many years, shattered with a crash.
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