Chapter 41: The Desire to Become a Peak Martial Artist
"Little Marquis, it's useless! What He An was hit with was 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow'. This poison is extremely violent and attacks very quickly. Even the peak martial artist cannot resist it. He An has deep internal energy and has been able to endure until now. Instead,
An ordinary warrior would have died long ago. Unless there is an antidote, I will not be able to save him at all."
Housekeeper Cao was helpless in the face of Zheng Yiqing's pleading, with a sad face.
When some of the captive warriors around heard this, they all exchanged glances secretly, and their hearts were about to move.
But no one dared to act rashly.
Even if He An is poisoned, Butler Cao, Master Hou and others are also masters of late-stage martial arts, as well as the big man with cheekbones, the lean martial artist, etc. are all Zheng Yiqing's trusted subordinates, so it will not be easy to deal with them.
"Little Marquis! Here is the antidote to the 'sorrow of seeing ghosts'."
Poison master Lin Zhi struggled in his heart and thought about it for a long time, but finally decided to hand over the antidote and why An could drive out the poison.
Maybe you can follow Zheng Yiqing and others to go out to sea to find immortals. You don't have to worry about being trapped on this isolated island and facing the increasing number of ferocious sea beasts on the island. This is more powerful than sticking to the cave camp with Ye Mo, Gao Jian and others.
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"What, you have the antidote?"
Zheng Yiqing was ecstatic and quickly grabbed Lin Zhi's arm, "Quick! Take it out quickly, He An, hurry up!"
"Wait a minute!"
Master Hou suddenly showed doubts and said, "He An was poisoned by Gui Jianchou, how could you have the antidote in your hand? This is too strange. It can't be fake and you want to kill He An, right?"
"Of course it's a real antidote! I'm a poison master and I can make the poison and antidote for 'Ghost's Sorrow'! I found the Ghost's Sorrow poisonous plant on the island, so I made it and carried it with me for self-defense."
The Poison Master looked suffocated and explained cautiously.
He was afraid that he would spill the beans. If Zheng Yiqing knew that he was the one who gave Ye Mo the poison, he might get into trouble.
Zheng Yiqing waved his hand and interrupted, "Never mind, a dead horse is a living doctor! It's important to save people first. If we don't save him, He An will die!"
He simply did not believe that Lin Zhi had the guts to deceive him, so he sprinkled half of the antidote on the wound on He An's arm, poured the other half into He An's mouth, and poured some water into He An's mouth with a water bottle.
Then, Zheng Yiqing stared at He An's changes.
Soon, the blackness on He An's face gradually faded, and his complexion was no longer black, but just looked a little pale.
He gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyes and glanced at Zheng Yiqing, but his whole body was still numb and extremely weak. Seeing that he was safe, he did not say much.
"He An finally woke up! Great!"
Zheng Yiqing was overjoyed. Seeing that He An's poison was removed, he felt relieved and gradually became calmer.
"Lin Zhi, you just said that you have researched this kind of poison? Then prepare the 'Ghost Sees Sorrow' poison now. I will retaliate in kind and let that guy have a taste of this poison!"
Zheng Yiqing groaned in anger and turned around to face the poison pharmacist.
"I'm afraid this won't work."
The Poison Master smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking about how to explain this matter.
"Why?"
Zheng Yiqing is strange.
"He has the 'Gui Jianchou' poison in his hand, and he also has the antidote... I only found Gui Jianchou, a potent poisonous weed on this island. The other poisonous weeds are too low-grade and too weak, and can be forced out of the body by internal energy."
, it is difficult to be effective.”
The poison master said helplessly.
Even if he deliberately concealed the fact that Ye Mo had the antidote in his hand, when he went to attack the camp with real guns and knives, all of this would be revealed sooner or later, and the consequences would probably be even more serious.
"It couldn't be you who gave it to him! No need to defend! People who engage in the profession of poison master are extremely rare. It is rare to have you alone. It is impossible for two poison masters to appear on this small and broken island, and only you can make it."
Make a poison that makes ghosts feel sad."
Master Hou narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You gave that boy the Guijianchou poison, and you used the antidote to He An to detoxify it, and the two of them sat on the wall and swayed left and right. How on earth do you feel at ease?!"
"What? Did you give the 'Gui Jian Sorou' poison to that guy named Ye? Bastard, if it weren't for your poison, He An was so poisoned that he retreated defeated. I would have captured that kid's camp today! Could it be that?
Are you secretly colluding with that kid? Get out!"
Zheng Yiqing was taken aback, and veins suddenly stood up on his face, and he yelled angrily at the Poison Master. If the Poison Master hadn't had many of his subordinates working in the prison camps, he would have killed the Poison Master with a knife.
The poison master was unable to defend himself and was spit on.
He lowered his head and retreated, his face already distorted. Feeling the mocking looks from the warriors and prisoners around him, he couldn't help but feel hatred in his heart.
He began to regret why he didn't stay in Ye Mo's camp just now. At least he had some friendship and didn't have to lose face by being scolded here.
Zheng Yiqing could not use poison to attack the camp, so he had to give up the idea and led the warriors back to the prisoner camp to rush out a batch of spirit wood shields.
He An has just finished expelling the poison, and his body is extremely weak and needs to be nursed back to health. Most of the other dozen warriors also have arrow wounds on their guns and need time to heal. They will not be able to continue attacking the cave camp for a while.
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Dusk ended and night enveloped the sky.
The starry sky is vast, full of stars, dotted with starlight, and a Milky Way hangs in the sky.
"In a few days, we should be able to reach the ninth level of the body refining stage!!"
Ye Mo stood silently on the low wooden arrow tower in the middle of the camp, taking turns to look out, savoring the hard struggle on the island during this period, feeling a little emotional. His mind suddenly drifted to the long-distant memories of his childhood.
When he was seven years old, in the early winter of the Wu Kingdom, there was heavy snow, the sky and the earth were white, and the snow covered thousands of miles. The snowflakes fell slowly, like falling blossoms, colorful and beautiful.
"Mo'er, dad went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. You have to take good care of you and your mother at home."
"Don't forget to train your body every day. When dad gets rewarded for his meritorious service on the battlefield, he will buy you a good martial arts secret book when he comes back! Dad is waiting for the day when Mo'er becomes a top martial artist, a general of the Wu Kingdom, and a glorious ancestor!
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That day, a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform of the Wu Kingdom lovingly caressed the young child standing at the door. Even though he was just an ordinary soldier of the Wu Kingdom, he still longed for his son to become a general in charge of thousands of armies.
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"Dad, come back soon!"
A woman stood next to the child, her eyes filled with tears, but she tried her best to restrain them from flowing out.
The young child cuddled up next to his mother, watching his father go further and further away without crying or fussing.
He knew that his father was going to the battlefield and narrowly escaped death.
He saw the tears in his mother's eyes, and among them was the back of a middle-aged man.
It became smaller and smaller, but deeper and deeper. Until it disappeared, he knew that it was not really disappearing, but that it was hidden in his mother's heart.
Fast forward a few months and it’s winter.
The war was not going well, and the soldiers from the Wu Kingdom expedition returned one after another, bringing back corpses one after another. One of them was Ye Mo's father, who was hit by seven arrows, just to be the first to attack the enemy's city.
My mother vomited blood on the spot, was filled with grief and anger, and had blood congestion in her heart. She died of depression half a year later.
But before she died, she still told Ye Mo to fulfill his father's last wish, which was to become a peak warrior, a general, and to honor his ancestors.
He was eight years old that year and had just learned how to make fire for cooking, chop firewood, wash clothes, carry water... and remember his parents' last wishes.
He worked at Wu Wangcheng Inn for half a year, earned dozens of copper coins, and bought the cheapest martial arts manual "Wave Cutting Technique" from a street stall.
He made his own wooden sword from wood.
Then, he made a hard living alone in the Wu Kingdom, and practiced hard in the River Cutting Technique for ten years.
"I will reach the peak of a warrior soon! Although I have not become a general of the Wu Kingdom, if one day I find the Donghai Fairy Village and become an immortal, I will be more glorious than becoming a general!"
Ye Mo whispered to himself.
A bonfire was raised in the cave camp, and there was a "cracking" sound. The warriors laughed and talked around the bonfire, disrupting Ye Mo's long-term memory.
He stayed in the watchtower for an hour while others took turns.
There are currently nearly ten people in the cave camp. Each person only needs to stand guard for an hour, and rest at other times to keep their energy high.
Ye Mo got off the short wooden arrow tower and walked to the campfire to sit down and listen to the other warriors talking.
Since killing the young monster crab a few nights ago, the island has been quiet at night these days, and almost no sea beasts have come to intrude on Ye Mo's camp. Only occasionally, one or two small sea snakes without long eyes will come to the cave camp.
, added a dish of "roasted snake meat" for Ye Mo and others. It must be said that the sea snake meat is still very delicious, tender and delicious.
It was very quiet tonight, no sea beasts appeared, everyone gathered around the bonfire and chatted about their life experiences, warrior training, and dreams of cultivating immortals.
This island is quite boring. Besides chatting, there is nothing else to do at night.
After talking for a while, Ye Mo learned about the origins of Gao Jian and his group. They were almost all warriors from the Yan Kingdom. The Yan Kingdom was a country bordering the Wu Kingdom where he was located, and there were dozens of countries around the Wu Kingdom.
Among them, the Yan State was not considered powerful.
Mo Ling, Wang Hu, Yang You and others are from Donglai Country. Donglai Country is close to the sea and is considered a quite powerful country.
Only Ye Mo comes from the farthest Wu Kingdom.
What surprised Ye Mo the most was that there were actually immortal cultivators in secular countries, but the number was extremely rare. Moreover, they had almost no regard for the world, their whereabouts were secretive, and few people knew about them.
However, they have frequent contacts with high-level royal families in various countries. Occasionally, they will select some well-qualified disciples from some powerful noble families or big gangs in the world as apprentices, and take them to the islands in the East China Sea to cultivate immortality.
Only then did a large number of legends about Donghai Fairy Village spread.
As for the children of common people, they will not accept them. Even if they are talented enough to be evil, they still need a very high level of immortality, otherwise it will be in vain.
The body-tempering herbs needed to cultivate a high-level warrior are enough to bankrupt an ordinary big family.
Not to mention the amount of herbs and elixirs required to cultivate an immortal cultivator is immeasurable, which consumes a lot of resources for cultivating immortals.
That's why they choose those big gangs or big nobles. Only they can provide such precious body-tempering herbs to cultivate ninth-level peak body-tempering warriors.
The warriors chatted for a long time, gradually became sleepy, and each fell asleep in the cave.