The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 616 - 352: Trap

As long as it possesses one of them, initially it doesn’t feel anything, but as soon as the blood circulation intensifies, the dicine in the blood disperses, causing itself to be infected with "Yang Poison"! Since it possessed the middle-aged man, whether it was the Black Robe scholar or those three Body Cultivators, their entanglent was all to accelerate the circulation of his blood.

After the Plague Demon occupied another’s body, though it no longer feared items with intense Yang characteristics, that only referred to external sources. But how could it resist a powerful Yang poison coming from within its body?

The person who set this up is so ruthless, actually considering everyone on the field as bait, luring it to co and devour!

It had just realized this, and the three people in front of it imdiately backed off after stopping their actions, watching as the Plague Demon’s face turned a shade of green, then red, and suddenly let out a sharp howl, beginning to roll on the ground.

"Yang Poison" finally erupted.

This poison was highly nourishing for others, but for it, it was a lethal toxin, especially since it ca from the Fu Yu Tripod? Indeed, this "Yang Poison" was concocted by Ning Xiaoxian, she had asked Mr. Miluo for exactly thirty-seven types of intense Yang materials, every kind being of ancient age, which she then concocted into this intensely nourishing but deadly dicine. After today, everyone on the field must consu cooling and fire-reducing substances for a month to extract this intense Yang poison from their bodies.

When they initially took the dicine, people ca asking with frowning faces how to reduce internal heat, and Ning Xiaoxian, with a flushed face, gave a hesitant response. Although she tried to phrase it delicately, the n all understood: if they were willing to frequently embrace their wives at ho or won from the brothel, they could extract it faster. Furthermore, most of these dozens of dicinal materials were precious supplents, so they ensured that one could perform vigorously in marital pleasures, achieving seven rounds a night...

Within a month, as if divine aided, and Mr. Miluo was the one footing the bill! Just for this benefit, everyone on the field swallowed the "Yang Poison" without blinking, finally setting a deep trap for the Plague Demon.

Not everyone could bear the feeling of having their belly on fire and being imrsed in boiling oil, so the Plague Demon could only endure for a few monts before howling and transforming back into green smoke, escaping from the seven orifices of the middle-aged man and heading in the direction with fewest people. Perhaps the white-bearded old man was too busy with the battle and forgot to reinforce the barrier a bit more; the Plague Demon rubbed against that single-layer barrier a couple of tis, corroded a big hole, and then fled far away without looking back.

Its speed in transforming into smoke and fleeing was extrely fast, disappearing into the woods within seconds, leaving no trace.

The crowd did not pursue but simply gathered around the grass, shouting: "Hurry and take care of the young master’s injuries, that attack from the Plague Demon is not so easy to endure!"

Everyone crowded around, covering the red-robed figure on the ground tightly, beginning to administer dicine and massage the victim, who had previously been possessed; the middle-aged man’s face was still pale. He had regained consciousness by now, but his chest was still bloody, and his hands painfully felt as if they were about to break, though he had no other injuries.

After a mont that lasted as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea, suddenly there were two clapping sounds from the woods, followed by a voice leisurely saying, "Alright, the person tailing us is gone, and the play is almost done."

Ning Xiaoxian gracefully leaped down from the tree, followed closely by Mr. Miluo, who smiled and said, "This round, everyone perford well, there will be heavy rewards when we return."

He had actually been hiding from the beginning! The person at the center of the field just now was rely a red-robed substitute, attracting the Plague Demon to attack, leading it to believe that wounding the red-robed person could disrupt the enemy’s morale.

This was what triggered the series of events that followed.

Before this plan was executed, Ning Xiaoxian scoffed at his caution: "Isn’t it said that in battle, one should lead by example? Are you comfortable sitting on a tree watching your subordinates risk their lives for you?"

"Comfortable, why wouldn’t I be comfortable? It seems you really don’t care about ." Mr. Miluo looked at her plaintively and sighed, "A child borne in luxury shouldn’t sit in a drafty hall, have you ever seen a strategist bare-chested on the battlefield, valiantly slaying enemies?"

Indeed, that seed seldom seen. Isn’t Brother Kong Ming also known for ’strategizing from miles away’? Plainly speaking, it’s about being too precious to join the battle!

At that mont, Mr. Miluo turned to ask the Black Robe scholar, "Mr. Bi, how is your arm injury?"

The Black Robe scholar, Mr. Bi, chuckled and rolled up his left sleeve to the shoulder; everyone then saw the flesh around his severed arm wriggling, seemingly about to grow a new arm soon! Ning Xiaoxian was taken aback and exclaid, "This recovery power is truly astonishing!"