Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 869: Poison

Moth rarely appeared in public, and even within the immortal realm, the Great Dao that he cultivated remained a mystery.

His ability to cocoon and digest others was merely a natural divine ability tied to his demonic bloodline. It was not the power of his Great Dao. The Great Dao he had mastered was the Great Dao of Spirit Severance.

Among the five elements, wood had both yin and yang aspects. The yang aspect was known as the Dao of Longevity. It represented vitality and life force, allowing one to absorb the essence of all living things under heaven and earth to extend their lifespan.

The yin aspect, on the other hand, was called Spirit Severance. It embodied the deadly side of the wood element, transforming into poisonous spiritual energy that could steal the life force of living creatures.

In simpler terms, the Great Dao of Spirit Severance was a Dao of poison.

Yang Wood nourished life through spiritual energy. Yin Wood ended it through toxin.

Normally, once someone reached the Dao Attainment Realm or attained the Heavenly Origin, ordinary poisons no longer had any effect. Only specially refined toxins, made from rare spirit herbs and specially made to target a specific Great Dao or cultivation technique, could still pose a threat.

A poison that could affect all powerful cultivators simply did not exist. However, the Great Dao of Spirit Severance was a rare exception.

The purple poison secreted by Moth was extremely corrosive. Even someone like Qu Hu, whose body had been tempered through countless battles, would suffer burns if exposed to it for too long. To make things worse, the poison worked in combination with Moth's innate ability. Once he sealed the individual in his cocoon, he would break them down with the poison, making it extremely easy to digest. It was because of this that he could achieve his current level of cultivation.

As the abbot of Monastery Tower and the National Master appointed by the Yu Dynasty, Qu Hu stood among the most powerful cultivators in the eighth realm. His strength far surpassed someone like Immortal Yuan Lu. Even so, his chances against Moth were far from certain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inside the corridor, Qi Hu's imposing figure vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already behind Moth. He raised his arms, muscles winding with strength like coiled dragons, and brought them crashing down with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Bang!

Moth barely had time to raise his wings in defense before the blow struck. It smashed him to the ground with overwhelming force, giving him no chance to resist. The Great Dao of Distancelessness granted Qu Hu complete freedom of movement. He could strike and vanish in the same instant, leaving his opponent no time to react.

After pinning Moth to the ground, Qu Hu followed up with three heavy punches, each one slamming hard into the demon's back.

But as soon as the flurry of blows ended, the old monk was the first to retreat. His figure flickered and vanished from sight, reappearing at a safer distance.

He had noticed that the strange purple poison had already begun corroding his fists, making a faint sizzling sound as it burned through his skin. Within moments, the wounds had eaten so deep that the bone was nearly exposed.

Qu Hu immediately activated his cultivation. Golden light surged through his body again and again, forcing the poison out of his flesh. Only after several pulses did the purple toxin fully leave his wounds. He then circulated his qi to begin the healing process, and the damaged flesh quickly regenerated.

But in that brief moment, Moth had already risen to his feet.

Now his appearance had changed again. His entire body had taken on a purplish hue, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light. He had become a creature born entirely of poison.

"Your fists are heavy," Moth muttered, his voice low and cold, "but they are meaningless. Any flesh I consume will heal me instantly."

Standing off to the side, Chu Liang observed in silence. This poisonous form reminded him of a twisted version of the Jiuli Soul Armor.

Even if someone managed to strike him, they would be infected by Moth's strange poison. And the moment Moth was wounded, he would absorb their qi and blood to recover.

It was, in essence, a suit of poison armor.

It was hard for a warrior monk who specialized in close combat to counter this kind of opponent.

But Qu Hu had endured countless brutal battles. This alone was not enough to stop him. With a sudden shout, he lit up with golden light as he thrust both palms forward.

Two radiant golden palms formed in the air and surged toward Moth with overwhelming force!

Since physical contact was impossible, switching to attacking with divine techniques was the obvious choice. There was nothing wrong with this logic.

Moth lunged forward to intercept, but in the very next moment, the golden light in front of him vanished and reappeared behind his back.

Bang! Bang!

Both golden palms struck him squarely from behind, slamming him into the ground once again.

Qu Hu showed no mercy. As he formed a hand seal, the golden light in the air twisted and transformed into a Devil-Suppressing Golden Pestle. It radiated a sharp and unstoppable energy as it descended with crushing force, aiming to beat the demon king to death with this one strike!

Swish!

...

The golden pestle struck the ground with a heavy thud, sending blood spraying into the air. But even the blood from Moth was an unnatural shade of deep purple.

"Heheh." He let out a low chuckle. "Why don't you try slamming down with that pestle again?"

Moth had used his right hand to block the golden pestle, but it had been pierced straight through. Yet, when the pestle reached his chest, it began to tremble, as if it could no longer push down any further.

Qu Hu formed hand seals with both hands and pressed down with all his strength, but his arms shook uncontrollably under the pressure.

Moth slowly rose to his feet, spat out a mouthful of blood, and grabbed the golden pestle with his left hand. A wave of purple light spread from his palm, gradually corroding the pestle and breaking it down piece by piece.

Seeing this, Du Wuhen exclaimed, "He has more than one kind of poison!"

Chu Liang had realized it as well. A colorless and scentless spiritual poison had already spread through the air. Those who inhaled it had their cultivation power silently disrupted without their notice. It was only when they tried to activate their divine abilities that they discovered their true essence had melted away like snow.

Although the Sea of Qi churned desperately to restore energy, the rate of regeneration could not keep up with how quickly it was being dissolved.

"That's right," Moth said as he raised his hand, revealing the purple liquid. "This one is called Musk Pouch, and the one you inhaled is called Drunken Guest. Drunken Guest is colorless and scentless. By the time you notice it, your cultivation power has already been dissolved. Your bones would become soft, and your tendons would feel weak. Then I dissolve whatever remains with the Musk Pouch. And you... become part of the cultivation of my Dao."

Just as he said, the armored soldiers behind Chu Liang could no longer stand straight and collapsed one after another.

Du Wuhen, too, felt weak in the limbs and could barely brace himself against the wall. Shaking his head, he muttered, "I told you, the two things I hate most in life are gambling and poison."

Chu Liang's cultivation level was slightly higher, so he wasn't in such dire straits, but he didn't have much strength left either.

Standing before Moth, Qu Hu let out a sigh. "The Demon King of the Emerald Forest truly lives up to his name."

Though he said that, the old monk still lowered himself into a stance and stepped forward, ready to fight.

"You still dare to stand in my way?" Moth's gaze turned icy as he shot forward like lightning.

Boom!

This time, Moth's punch came crashing down. Qu Hu should have evaded using the Great Dao of Distancelessness, but his true essence was depleted. He managed to move only three zhang away before Moth closed in and struck again, slamming him into the wall at the end of the corridor.

Swish, swish, swishhhhhhhhhhhh!

Moth wasted no time. As soon as he sent the old monk flying, thousands of white threads erupted from his back, wrapping everyone present in silken cocoons.

"Haahh..." Qu Hu tore at the still-forming cocoon with all his strength, struggling to break free.

Moth stepped forward and struck again. Boom!

Though the old monk had a formidable corporeal, his true essence had nearly drained away. With that palm strike, he was slammed into the wall, blood spraying from his mouth. He could no longer move.

Swish, swish, swishhhhhhhhhhhh!

White threads swiftly wrapped around him, once again enclosing Qu Hu in a giant cocoon.

Within moments, the entire corridor was blanketed in white threads and hanging cocoons. Beads of purple liquid dripped down, staining the scene with a sinister glow. It now resembled a demonic lair.

No one could withstand this poison.

Just as silence fell over the corridor, a soft crunch echoed. At the far end, a small cocoon trembled, and then a round little head suddenly popped out.

The one capable of breaking out so effortlessly was, of course, the Heaven-Devouring Bug, Tuntun.

From afar, Moth glanced at Tuntun, a wicked grin spreading across his face. But before he could take a step forward, a sound rang out behind him.

It turned out to be Immortal Yuan Lu, the first to be sealed into a cocoon. After a long period of persistent struggle, he had finally broken free.

Puh!

Immortal Yuan Lu burst out from the large cocoon, drenched in purple fluid and yelling while making weird sounds, "You bastard! How dare you treat me, the Great Devil of the West Sea, like this? Truly despicable! If I were at my peak, I'd have already skinned and dismembered you! Stirring up trouble in the Celestial Northern Prison... do you even know whose territory this is..."

As he yelled, his voice gradually trailed off.

He hadn't expected that in just the brief time he was sealed, this guy had already dealt with everyone.

The Demon King of the Emerald Forest was extremely terrifying!

"Scram far away. I won't kill you," Moth said, not even bothering to look at him.

Though they were both powerful cultivators at the eighth realm, there were still vast gaps between them.

The disparity in strength among eighth-realm cultivators was far greater than in the lower realms. Even a slight difference in level could equal the power of dozens of seventh-realm experts. Still, the weakest among them would still be of the same realm and could at least stall for time.

Though Moth stood victorious, his triumph wasn't as effortless as it appeared. Qu Hu's repeated heavy strikes had left him seriously wounded. Even with the aid of his purple Musk Pouch poison, his body needed time to recover. It wasn't something that could be healed in an instant.

If he engaged in another fight now, he would undoubtedly be at a weaker state.

Judging from Immortal Yuan Lu's diabolical cultivation, it was clear he was one of the prisoners held here. If time weren't so tight, Moth wouldn't have minded defeating him and savoring the process. But right now, every moment counted. The other greater demons were likely still holding back waves of enemies, and the target was already within reach. He couldn't afford to waste even a second.

However, just because he thought so didn't mean Immortal Yuan Lu did.

The Great Devil of the West Sea hesitated for only a moment before his expression turned vicious. In the next instant, he charged at Moth's back, thousands of devilish phantoms rising behind him!

"You don't want to kill me, but I'm going to kill you!" he grimaced as he roared. "I haven't even gotten my final payment yet!"