Chapter 270 — A Duel of Healing Hands
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The spiders spurted silk, which snapped fast to Emperor Yanfeng's brow, and along the silk they crawled into his brow and into his Primal Embryo Repository.
"I did not mean to poison her to death. By my methods, poisoning a Sect Master to death is no trouble at all. " Little Poison King said with leisure: "Whichever sect's Sect Master it may be, poisoning them is no trouble to me.
" Shen Mu did not so much as lift a brow; two layers of heaven appeared in his eyes, and with his Azure Empyrean Heaven Eye he examined the Imperial Preceptor's hurts. "Even if you poison her body to death, I can hold her soul fast and, once the poison is cured, revive her.
And a Sect Master is not one you can poison merely because you say so; being a Sect Master, to do you to death, one need not even come face to face with you. The demonic sects especially have a thousand ways to make your death seem strange and unaccountable and yet entirely as it should be. One day, Senior Brother, when you lie dead in some foul ditch, you will understand.
" "Is that so?
" Little Poison King's face was hideous; his smile was uglier than weeping.
"Indeed. " Shen Mu smiled like a flower. The two met each other's eyes, and both Emperor Yanfeng and the Imperial Preceptor felt their hearts quail. From the moment these two met, their words had crossed swords, their killing intent rising ever higher. Ling Yuxiu blinked, her gaze darting from one to the other, and feeling the scene on the verge of slipping beyond control, she smiled. "Little Poison King, Sect Master Shen, healing the wounds is what matters most.
" The Imperial Preceptor cleared his throat, and Emperor Yanfeng cleared his throat as well.
"Yuxiu, withdraw for now.
" Ling Yuxiu assented and withdrew from the great hall. The lumps on Little Poison King's face burst open, and fish-like insects flew out, boring into Emperor Yanfeng's other repositories to inspect the wounds there.
"You are not bad," he said. "You removed the hidden ailments in His Majesty's repositories, and the wounds to His Majesty's body and soul are wholly healed.
A pity your medical art is limited; you cannot heal the repositories themselves.
" Shen Mu took in the remnants of the gods' arts within the Imperial Preceptor's body.
He saw Little Poison King binding those remnants with power-dissolving spirit silk, trying to wear them away, the threads having the property of dissolving cultivation, melting away the divine powers and even the vital essence of others; yet against a god's arts they achieved very little. "Your poison arts have reached the realm of transformation, attaining both form and spirit; this power-dissolving spirit silk is used most ingeniously. But you could climb one story higher still," Shen Mu said with a smile. Again their eyes met.
Emperor Yanfeng and the Imperial Preceptor felt their scalps go numb. If these two came to blows over their arts, they would surely use poison and medicine upon their bodies. The Imperial Preceptor said: "You are both divine physicians, from the same sect. Is there no way to resolve this?
" Little Poison King said hastily: "As for His Majesty's wounds, I have some measure of confidence. His Majesty's repository is shattered; this subject can take the repository of a living man and graft it onto His Majesty.
" Emperor Yanfeng frowned.
"How much confidence? " "This.
.
. " Little Poison King hesitated, darted a glance at Shen Mu, and said: "This subject excels in poison; how much confidence, it is hard to say.
" Shen Mu said: "The Imperial Preceptor's wounds cannot be resolved by power-dissolving spirit silk alone.
The chief cause is that the remnants of the god's arts are too strong.
I hold that we should summon several dozen experts of Sect Master level to join strength and suppress these remnants, so that the Imperial Preceptor may mobilize his own cultivation and refine them away.