novelraw Chapter 84 : Qin Wuyan of the Myriad Poisons Sect
Chapter 84 : Qin Wuyan of the Myriad Poisons Sect
Zhang Sanfeng had long harbored the desire to restore the Han Chinese Empire.
Under the rule of the Yuan court, the people of the Central Plains were divided into four classes.
The commoners of the Central Plains were treated like “two-legged sheep,” subject to endless bullying. The court imposed heavy taxes, causing a sharp decline in population, widespread displacement, and frequent massacres.
In the past, Zhang Sanfeng had lacked the power to challenge the Yuan court and could only guard Mount Wudang.
But now, as his strength gradually approached the level needed to destroy the Yuan court, his desire to overthrow it only grew stronger.
Yet, after searching his mind, he couldn’t find a suitable leader for the cause.
Though he had the strength to topple the Yuan court, he lacked someone capable of governing the country, which left him deeply troubled.
As for Zhu Yuanzhang, his capabilities were unquestionable. However, after founding the Ming Dynasty, Zhu had ruthlessly purged his meritorious officials and excessively ennobled his descendants, ultimately fostering a nation of “pigs” in the later years.
If Wudang contributed greatly to overthrowing the Yuan court, Zhu Yuanzhang—given his suspicious and bloodthirsty nature—would inevitably come to distrust them.
Zhang Sanfeng worried that after his ascension, Mount Wudang might not be able to protect itself, which made him hesitant.
Several days later, Huang Rong arrived in the world of Xiaolongnü and appeared within the Ancient Tomb.
After Yang Guo left, Xiaolongnü had returned to her life in the tomb.
Though the outside world was beautiful, she preferred the tomb’s quiet solitude.
“Sister Xiaolongnü.”
Huang Rong called softly.
Xiaolongnü nodded slightly.
“Sister Huang Rong.”
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two left the tomb together and headed toward Xiangyang City.
Elsewhere, Lu Xueqi had completed her rest and was preparing to descend the mountain for training.
She packed up and accompanied Master Shuiyue to Tongtian Peak.
Qi Hao from Longshou Peak, Lin Jingyu, and Zhang Xiaofan from Dazhu Peak were already waiting.
The moment Qi Hao saw Lu Xueqi arrive, his body stiffened, and a flash of fear flickered in his eyes.
The Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art from the Seven Peaks Tournament had left a deep psychological scar on him.
Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan brightened at the sight of Lu Xueqi, and the three greeted one another.
Then, Lu Xueqi was summoned by Daoxuan.
Daoxuan took a mirror from his robe.
“Lu Xueqi, this is the Six Harmonies Mirror, a magical treasure crafted by a former Qingyun Sect leader. It is your reward for winning the Seven Peaks Tournament.”
Lu Xueqi’s expression remained calm as she accepted it.
“Thank you, Master Daoxuan.”
Daoxuan did not take offense at her aloofness—he had long known of her temperament.
After imparting the control incantation, he let her leave without further ado.
Lu Xueqi looked at the Six Harmonies Mirror in her hand and curled her lip in disdain.
Although its defensive power was formidable, to someone who had already broken through to the Supreme Purity Realm, it was no more than a trinket.
Still, she put it away, planning to see if she could find materials to reforge it later.
After regrouping with the others, the four flew on their swords toward Kong Sang Mountain.
Along the way, Lin Jingyu repeatedly tried to start conversations with Lu Xueqi, hoping to get closer to her.
At first, she responded briefly, but soon stopped speaking altogether, leaving Lin Jingyu to give up.
Zhang Xiaofan remained much quieter, though he couldn’t help sneaking glances at Lu Xueqi, his eyes filled with complex emotion.
Qi Hao was silent the entire way, clearly still haunted by his defeat.
When no one was looking, a venomous glint flashed in his eyes—he wished he could tear Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu apart.
He had once been infatuated with Lu Xueqi, but that one sword technique had shattered all his fantasies, leaving only hatred behind.
Compared to Lu Xueqi, it was Lin Jingyu—another transmigrator and constant rival—who had become the real thorn in his side.
Both Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu harbored secret intentions.
This descent from the mountain was an opportunity—both had made up their minds to eliminate the other, especially Qi Hao, who feared Lin Jingyu’s growing strength.
Qi Hao held off on taking action against Lu Xueqi for now.
His system was the Infinite Binding System, which required him to bind with others to rapidly increase his strength.
He still fantasized that, after breaking through to the Upper Purity Realm, he could bind Lu Xueqi and use her as a stepping stone, before finally exacting his revenge.
Lin Jingyu, too, hid murderous intent. He hoped to use this mission to eliminate Qi Hao.
At present, their strength was nearly equal. Qi Hao knew that if he didn’t strike soon, he might never get the chance again.
Kong Sang Mountain was the battleground Qi Hao had chosen.
Demonic cultivators infested the area. Once there, he planned to ambush Lin Jingyu and blame his death on the Demonic Sect, thus avoiding punishment when he returned to Qingyun Sect.
He wasn’t ready to leave Qingyun Sect just yet. The time of Cang Song’s betrayal was drawing near, and Qi Hao was poised to succeed him as the head of Longshou Peak.
He only needed to wait a little longer—once Cang Song betrayed the sect, Qi Hao’s power and status would rise significantly.
But his ambition didn’t stop there.
Once he was strong enough, he intended to eliminate Daoxuan and take over as Sect Leader, bringing Qingyun Sect entirely under his control.
Going even further, he fantasized about uniting the entire cultivation world—eradicating Tianyin Temple, Burning Incense Valley, and the Ghost King Sect—and ruling over the Qingyun World.
As Qi Hao dreamed of the future, on Longshou Peak, Cang Song watched Lu Xueqi and the others fly off, a cold glint in his eyes.
He had already used a secret technique to inform the Demonic Sect of their route, describing in detail the terrifying talent of each of the four, urging them to send experts to wipe them out in one stroke.
Though Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu were his disciples, they were now also on his kill list—sacrifices for his ambition.
Cang Song had gone completely mad, consumed with the destruction of Qingyun Sect.
Especially after being publicly rebuked by Daoxuan, he no longer cared about anything else—he only sought the sect’s annihilation.
Within the Myriad Poisons Sect, one of the four great Demonic Sects, the Poison God held Cang Song’s letter and pondered.
Demonic experts like Ancestor Duanmu and the Bloodsucking Old Demon gathered around, eyes fixed on the Poison God, waiting for orders.
The Poison God spoke.
“According to Qingyun Sect’s intel, the top four geniuses of the Seven Peaks Tournament have been sent to investigate the Blood Refinement Hall in Kong Sang Mountain. They hope we will eliminate them. What are your thoughts?”
Ancestor Duanmu’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Sect Master, send me! I love torturing righteous sect prodigies!”
The Bloodsucking Old Demon licked his lips, crimson eyes glowing.
“I want a taste of those righteous disciples’ blood—see if it’s as sweet as the rumors say.”
The Poison God pondered for a moment before nodding.
“Elder Duanmu, Bloodsucking Old Demon, the two of you will take action together. Be sure to eliminate the four top prodigies of Qingyun Sect.”
The two bowed and accepted the order.
“Yes, Sect Master!”
The Poison God was also quite eager to wipe out these rising stars of Qingyun Sect.
According to Cang Song, the four were all top-tier geniuses—especially Lu Xueqi, who had reached the Upper Purity Realm at such a young age, her talent rare even across the world.
By comparison, his own carefully nurtured Poison Young Master, Qin Wuyan, had yet to reach that level.
If Lu Xueqi were allowed to continue growing, she would surely become the backbone of Qingyun Sect.
Besides, Qingyun Sect possessed deep foundations—even with all four Demonic Sects joining forces, there was no guarantee of victory.
Eliminating these young talents in advance would be a heavy blow to Qingyun Sect’s morale, cutting off their next generation and delaying their rise.
Elder Duanmu, however, was rather curious about the “inside informant” within Qingyun Sect and couldn’t help but ask,
“Sect Master, may we know who exactly this insider in Qingyun Sect is?”
The Poison God’s expression turned icy cold, and a terrifying pressure crashed down upon Elder Duanmu, thick with killing intent.
Feeling the crushing force, Elder Duanmu broke out in a cold sweat and dropped to his knees in panic.
“Forgive me, Sect Master! I overstepped!”
The Poison God snapped,
“Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. Go carry out your mission.”
Neither dared to say more and quickly withdrew.
Once they had left, a young man with a dark expression emerged from a side room—none other than the future Poison Young Master, Qin Wuyan.
“Master, you want to eliminate those four Qingyun Sect prodigies?”
He asked.
The Poison God nodded.
“That’s right. What do you think?”
Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes.
“Could you spare Lu Xueqi’s life?”
The Poison God was slightly surprised.
“Why?”
Qin Wuyan smiled coldly.
“Lu Xueqi’s talent is extraordinary. If we could recruit her into the Myriad Poisons Sect, wouldn’t that be an incredible boon?”
The Poison God frowned.
“She’s a star disciple raised by Qingyun Sect. Do you really think she’d betray them so easily?”
Qin Wuyan replied confidently,
“I have my ways. Let me take part in this operation and have Elder Duanmu and the others assist me.”
After a moment’s thought, the Poison God nodded.
“Very well, give it a try. If you succeed, the Myriad Poisons Sect will gain a tremendous edge—and it’ll be a hard slap to Qingyun Sect’s face.”
Qin Wuyan bowed deeply, then his figure flashed and he sped off to catch up with Elder Duanmu and the Bloodsucking Old Demon.
As he flew, his aura burst forth, revealing strength equivalent to the Ninth Level of the Jade Purity Realm. At the same time, his eyes turned blood-red, and within his pupils, three comma-shaped runes spun rapidly.