CHAPTER 331: CHAPTER 77: DO YOU WANT TO BECOME AN IMMORTAL?

The You Pavilion is located in the center of the district, originally a sizeable mansion with over three thousand disciples under its banner, more than five hundred of whom are poison cultivators.

However, there are only a handful of Core Formation Stage cultivators, most being simple Poison Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Their daily tasks primarily involve maintaining the array of the Qinghong Workshop, refining poisons using collected resources, and worshipping the Pavilion Master.

Perhaps due to the Pavilion Master’s special nature, the You Pavilion increasingly resembles the flavor of the No-Life Sect.

The Poison Cultivators revere the Pavilion Master as an Immortal God.

"Truly laughable."

Li Mo stood by the window, observing the city covered in poisonous smoke, vaguely hearing the sounds of gongs and drums coming from the You Pavilion.

The Jinhong Pavilion Master had just finished parading through the streets, and the worshipping crowd was gradually dispersing.

The other Pavilions rarely showed themselves, but it could be seen they possessed Spiritual Wisdom, only Jinhong You Pavilion treating public parades as a routine affair.

The Four Great You Pavilion are respectively, Jinhong, Ma Lu, Shi Men, and Cui Mountain.

The Pavilion Master of Ma Lu is a bizarre worm creature, surrounded by scattered limbs and chunks, and its affiliated Poison Cultivators bear horrific bear heads.

The Pavilion Master of Shi Men resembles an opossum, its flesh riddled with gangrene, needing constant treatment by Poison Cultivators.

Cui Mountain is the most unique, the Pavilion Master appearing like Coral, linked by various beast heads, each offering a different poison beast head.

All three Pavilion Masters can barely communicate, exhibiting strength comparable to the Nascent Soul Stage, while the Jinhong Pavilion Master is at the Dead Baby Stage, though its means are unknown.

Li Mo has been observing from the shadows.

He always felt that the cultivation system of Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop was immensely peculiar, unlike pure poison cultivation, it involved martial arts and mutation.

Li Mo postponed his plan to probe the Pavilion Master, and Han Cai and others were pleased with this.

At his directive, the construction progress on the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall stagnated, the Poison Martial Artists stuck at the Innate stage in the town becoming anxious.

"Hmm?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, suddenly detecting an unusual aura from the Jinhong You Pavilion.

Sadly, Da Ai Mi Tian was still nurturing new Spirit Patterns, thus affecting his control over cancer cells, leaving the situation within the Pavilion unclear.

Li Mo looked out the window.

Even with poisonous smoke shrouding the town, he could tell that it was already getting late.

It had been over half a year since the Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop sought the next Blessed Land Cave Heaven, and as the poisonous smoke emitted by the Toad Poison Beast intensified, most residents could not withstand the highly toxic erosion.

During the day, it was slightly better, as sunlight dispersed part of the poisonous smoke.

Once night fell, residents who opened doors or windows would find their flesh turning to liquid like butter within a few breaths.

Even Poison Cultivators exposed outside faced more disadvantages than benefits.

When the Jinhong Pavilion Master manifested changes, the Poison Clothes Qinghong Workshop was in extreme silence, the dense poisonous smoke reducing visibility to the lowest.

Li Mo closed his eyes, urging his Divine Sense to observe the movements within the Jinhong You Pavilion.

......

The Pavilion Master sat in the main hall of the You Pavilion, usually set atop a high platform.

While receiving the worship of Poison Cultivators, the grotesquely malformed lump of flesh also provided pure poison element Spiritual Energy to aid others in cultivation.

The exquisite decorations of the main hall are completely disproportionate to the Pavilion Master.

Two or three hundred Poison Cultivators surrounded the Pavilion Master, chanting indistinct words, trying to get as close to the Pavilion Master’s body as possible.

Among them were also dozens of Poison Martial Artists, specially permitted to join the Jinhong You Pavilion, naturally doing the dirty and arduous work disliked by Poison Cultivators.

They were also responsible for feeding the Pavilion Master.

Jars filled with flesh and blood were continuously delivered to the main hall, and after adding various poisonous Spiritual Materials, they were directly poured onto the Pavilion Master’s body.

A sound like a pig came, as the Pavilion Master greedily fed.

The Pavilion Master’s food actually came from the Toad Poison Beast, with its massive body, occasionally scooping off some flesh and blood was harmless.

The Poison Martial Artists felt a chilling terror from the oppressive aura brought by the Pavilion Master.

They glanced at the Pavilion Master sideways, watching its decomposing body swell several times, with fingers trembling slightly, a terrifying sight.

"Eat more, eat more, the Pavilion Master can grant us Immortal Fate."

A hoarse voice sounded by the Poison Martial Artists’ ears, prompting them to turn their heads quickly.

An elderly man with white hair entered the main hall, his exposed skin full of gashes, from which foul-smelling pus trickled slowly.

But unlike the other Poison Cultivators, the elder’s head wasn’t a beast’s.

"Elder Chen..."

The Poison Martial Artists lowered their heads in salute, while the surrounding Poison Cultivators continued to immerse themselves in absorbing Spiritual Energy.

Chen Xingshun’s cultivation had already entered the Core Formation Stage, a rarity in the Pavilion, his status could easily dictate the life or death of Poison Martial Artists.

He stared fixatedly at the Pavilion Master, his throat involuntarily trembling.

The Poison Martial Artists dared not utter a word.

Though the Pavilion Master was bizarre, it was more like an inanimate object without Spiritual Wisdom, as long as feeding was punctual, it wouldn’t become violent.

Chen Xingshun, however, was notoriously temperamental.

"Qian An, how long have you been with Jinhong?"

Upon hearing Chen Xingshun’s question, Qian An hurriedly replied, "Elder, five years."

"Want to become Immortal?"

"I want, disciple wants to become Immortal." Qian An hesitated for a few seconds, then started banging his head fervently, even though his neck was torn, he didn’t stop.

The other Poison Martial Artists looked envious; who among them didn’t wish to enter the Tao?

After nodding slightly, Chen Xingshun came beside the Pavilion Master, patting its body, then took out a pile of poisonous Spiritual Materials to feed it.

Within moments, the Pavilion Master swelled half a meter, its skin stretched to the limit.

Blood oozed out from its pores.

The Pavilion Master snorted like a beast overstuffed, lying motionless on the high platform, its breathing stirring up gusts of wind out of nowhere.

"Good, go then, go become Immortal."

Chen Xingshun gestured for Qian An to approach the Pavilion Master, an inscrutable smile across his face.

Qian An hesitated for a moment but ultimately couldn’t resist the lure of entering the Tao, cautiously stepping within half a meter of the You Pavilion.

He had seen many Poison Martial Artists become Immortal at the Jinhong You Pavilion and understood the next steps.

Chen Xingshun nodded in turn, then whispered, "Poison Cultivation, a belly full of flies on a full chrysalis, the mouth skilled with poison stings sharper than awls."

Qian An repeated it, then drew a short knife from his bosom.

As he circulated the Poison Qi, his flesh turned bluish-purple, gradually swelling, resembling a corpse of a long-deceased giant.

"The first cut, poison my entrails."

Qian An cut off his left leg; due to deliberately allowing the poison to corrode his flesh, he felt no pain, just numbness spreading all over.

He threw the left leg into the Pavilion Master’s mouth, as chewing sounds resumed.

Qian An shivered in horror.

Though accustomed to the sounds of the Pavilion Master eating, he had never imagined the food would be himself, but being entangled in entering the Tao, he could only grit his teeth.

"The second cut, steaming my entrails."

The right leg was severed as well.

"The third cut, its poison my suffering."

......

When both arms had been helped into the Pavilion Master’s mouth, Qian An was reduced to a gaunt Human Pig, lying flat on the high platform.

The Poison Cultivators frenziedly absorbed the Spiritual Energy ever more greedily.

"You all go out."

Chen Xingshun waved the Poison Martial Artists out of the main hall, then continued feeding the Pavilion Master, its abdominal skin now as thin as cicada wings.

Qian An’s breathing became rapid, entering the Tao was already within reach.

Once the Pavilion Master regurgitated and refined the minced meat into elixirs for Qian An to consume, the dual cultivation of the Poison Clothing Technique would smoothly elevate.

Yet to Qian An’s surprise, Chen Xingshun didn’t stop, continuing to feed.

Only to hear the Pavilion Master let out a muffled groan, with its abdominal skin rupturing, a large amount of poison water gushed out, flowing towards Qian An.

Qian An noticed that all the Poison Cultivators were staring at him fervently.

"No..."

He was engulfed by the poison water; his flesh and bones dissolved, the immense poison directly eradicating his remaining consciousness, leaving the main hall in ruins.

The Pavilion Master bled ceaselessly; though its injuries weren’t severe, its strength fell to the Initial Entry Nascent Soul.

Chen Xingshun lifted what remained of Qian An’s corpse with Spiritual Power, his flesh absorbing the poison water, soon transforming into elixir pills the size of fists.

"A Taiyi Poison Pill, consuming it attains the Poisonous Clothes Golden Core."

He glanced over each Poison Cultivator, his expression stern as he continued, "You’d better listen clearly, today only one person forms the Core."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bones clashed incessantly.

The Poison Cultivators’ bodies mutated one by one into grotesque monsters.

Their upper bodies were beasts, while the lower halves were human; their insides hollowed out by poison water, resembling a forcibly stitched together travesty.

Roar.

A battle erupted around the poison pill in the main hall; blood and flesh flew everywhere, the intense stench spreading, and casualties among Poison Cultivators quickly exceeded half.

The surviving Poison Cultivators mutated more severely, reaching five meters in height or more.

Chen Xingshun smiled without speaking, poison water oozing from his nose and mouth, voraciously devouring the dismembered limbs, his cultivation slowly growing.

He deliberately spared the Poison Cultivators’ heads and hearts, collecting them separately.

A revelry occurring in the night.

"Why does the Pavilion Master resemble an ant-farmed aphid?"

Li Mo brazenly approached outside the main hall, becoming virtually invisible after gathering his aura, scrutinizing the absurd scene with an examining eye.

"Hahaha."

Chen Xingshun laughed maniacally, his cultivation had reached Perfect Core Formation Stage, the expansion of power distorting his temperament.

"Die, die."

He casually stabbed through a few Poison Cultivators, the spilling Spiritual Power filling the hall.

"Hmm?"

"Who?!!"

Chen Xingshun looked towards the door, astonished, spotting a man unknown when leaning against the wall, seemingly spectating for a while.

"I am the Elder of the Jinhong You Pavilion..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo grinned, an infant appeared on his shoulder.

"Kekekeke."

The Soul-devouring Demon Infant opened its mouth, tangible suction applied within the main hall, numerous figures instantly swallowed into the Nascent Soul’s oral organ.

Chen Xingshun lasted only a fraction of a second, following the fate of the Poison Cultivators.

Leaving only the Pavilion Master still on the high platform, not a single drop of blood remained on the floor, a testament to the terrifying devouring of the Soul-devouring Demon Infant.

"Finally grasped the situation now."

Li Mo walked toward the Pavilion Master, which was still unconsciously whining for food.

Rather than taking away the Pavilion Master, he injected tens of thousands of cancer cells inside its body and vanished from the Jinhong You Pavilion.

It wasn’t until dawn that the Jinhong You Pavilion discovered the deserted main hall.

The Jinhong Poison Cultivators remained silent, but small frictions among the pavilions continuously arose, evidently suspecting actions by the other pavilions.

Li Mo then began the widespread incineration of corpses, seeking to obtain the Magic Technique through this means.