Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 280 - 174: The Ancient Immortal Dies in His Stead
In the pitch-black dormitory hall.
Black Nose and Dark Circles were carrying a tripod furnace, "huffing and puffing" to the edge of the hall.
With a "clang," they set it down.
Opening the lid, there was an immediate "sizzle" of bubbles, a sour-sweet aroma of wine spreading across the hall.
In the hall, groups gathered—boasting, playing pitch-pot, practicing martial arts... all turned their heads, their dark red eyes gazing over.
"Eee ee ee?"
"Aoo aoo aoo?"
What is this?
They saw the Master approach the tripod furnace, grinning broadly.
"I'm in a good mood today, everyone have a little drink!
"This is plum sparkling wine, brewed for over a month and just finished, everyone come and drink!"
Bai Mo was indeed happy.
Calculating the time, the King of Darkness should be starting his potion by now?
He took a small cup and poured himself a drink.
"No one can drink more than this, only one small cup!"
...
"Can you drink?
"Tested it?"
In the pitch-black straw hut, the big fat King of Darkness stood in the corner.
Round Stone Ancient Immortal held a cola bottle, frowning slightly at the glowing liquid inside.
Two big fatties standing here made the straw hut seem quite cramped.
The King of Darkness spoke up.
"I had my men test it, let them drop a bit into their mouths.
"It's indeed non-toxic, and after drinking, they got smarter!
"Idiots who couldn't solve the chicken-rabbit problem suddenly solved advanced math problems!"
Round Stone Ancient Immortal furrowed his brows.
"Oh?
"Become smarter? That's the right effect.
"We didn't manage to snatch the Immortal Grass that made people smarter before.
"But the good stuff from Immortal Grass ultimately comes from the students.
"We'll directly pluck it from the students, source delivery without middlemen making profit!"
The King of Darkness grinned.
"Master, you understand modern jokes? Quite trendy."
Round Stone Ancient Immortal grinned, unscrewed the bottle cap, brought it to his mouth, took a small sip, then furrowed his brows, starting to sense the efficacy.
Soon, he smiled.
"Indeed, this is the effect!
"The product is right!"
The King of Darkness was completely reassured.
His men tested it, his master tested it, which meant this potion was really fine.
Drinking this potion temporarily made him smarter, he could learn the Taenia Scripture, and complete the third cultivation!
He immediately turned, stepped into the corner barrel, squatted down, and observed the swimming taenia worm inside.
"Master, let's begin!"
The Ancient Immortal was also filled with anticipation, personally pouring the potion into the King of Darkness's upturned mouth.
Gulp, gulp, gulp...
Most of the bottle was consumed in one go.
The Ancient Immortal stood outside the barrel with his hands clasped behind his back, chin raised, proudly beginning the lecture on the Taenia Scripture.
"... Taenia enters the body, there are nine routes, thirty habits.
"Each route has twenty-seven branches.
"And each branch..."
In the barrel, the King of Darkness perked up his ears to listen.
He could feel his head growing hot, his thoughts speeding up, able to keep up with his master's lecture, able to understand and comprehend!
His eyeballs uncontrollably spun, faster and faster!
"... In the nature of the taenia, there are fourteen likes and sixteen dislikes.
"These fourteen likes are..."
As the King of Darkness listened, he felt his head spinning faster and faster, his eyes spinning faster and faster, even finding his master's pace too slow.
His brain became hotter.
Like an overloaded machine!
"... Taenia likes blood qi in spirals, but there are thirty-four intricacies in this spiral..."
Ancient Immortal was speaking when suddenly he noticed that the disciple's head was starting to emit white smoke?
"Eh?"
The disciple's scalp was turning crimson.
It was like a pig's head, cooked?
"Cooked?"
The disciple's flesh was splitting!
Plop, plop...
The disciple's scalp rotted off, falling into the barrel, splashing water.
The disciple's head revealed white bone, the wound still smoking.
The disciple's eyeball detached from the socket, sliding away.
Yet the remaining eye was spinning rapidly! Like an out-of-control machine!
Round Stone Ancient Immortal's expression turned drastically!
"Damn!
"It's poisonous!"
...
In Fox Mountain Hall, all was pitch-black.
Bai Mo drank the small wine, savoring the sour-sweet of plum, savoring the aroma, savoring the faint bitterness.
The disciples raised the small cups one by one, dancing in circles around the master!
"Eee ee ee!"
"Aoo aoo aoo!"
"Eee ee ee!"
They circled round and round!
They circled from small to large!
They shook their heads, wagged their tails, their dark red eyes carried traces of intoxication!
Today the master was joyful, so they too were joyful!
Bai Mo drank the last of his cup.
"Liking to steal chickens?
"Liking to cause trouble at West State University?
"Liking to act as the bully?
"Liking to be vile?
"This time, let's see if you perish!
"Or... what will your Ancient Immortal Master do for you?"
...
In the straw hut.
Ancient Immortal watched as the disciple's one remaining eyeball spun madly!
Watching the disciple's flesh like it was cooked, falling apart, piece by piece!
His face looked fearful, his eyes sorrowful, his urgency immense!
"No!
"Impossible!
"What will I do if you die?
"You cannot die!
"I'll die for you!"
With those words, Round Stone Ancient Immortal suddenly opened his greasy, filthy robe, exposing the inside!
Though he appeared fat, inside the robe was no flesh, only skeletal remains!
Each rib was covered in cracks, mildew, scars, like freshly dug from a pauper's field.
He pounced toward the barrel, toward the disciple whose flesh was falling off, embraced the disciple into his robe, embraced him in his arms, embraced the disciple's mushy fat head.
