305: Chapter 305: Preparing for a Rainy Day 305: Chapter 305: Preparing for a Rainy Day After the two collapsed to the ground, three more people emerged from a corner—two men and one woman from the Tomb Spirit Organization.
“Master Refining Mo, that was a brilliant move indeed, to have the Netherworld King floored by you,” said a man as he approached Refining Mo with respect.
This man was none other than Rong Yuan, whose arm was bandaged from an injury inflicted by Nightmare.
“Master Refining Mo, now that Hades has been defeated, could you honor our agreement and spare him?” Illusion Fox stepped forward and gestured towards the unconscious Nightmare.
“Of course, I can let him go for your sake.
Anyway, he’s harmless now,” Refining Mo nodded, a sly smile creeping across his lips.
“Thank you, Master,” Illusion Fox replied, a look of delight on her face as her eyes remained fixed on Nightmare without wavering.
“Rong Yuan, go check on those two,” Refining Mo commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Rong Yuan drew a sharp blade from his embrace and slowly approached Ye Shikai.
His heart swelled with self-satisfaction; so many dreamed of slaying a god, and even Zeus had been defeated by him, yet now, he was but a sheep awaiting slaughter.
“Die,” Rong Yuan directed his blade towards Ye Shikai’s neck with a nervousness akin to an ordinary person tasked with killing a drugged tiger.
“Rong Yuan, back off!” Suddenly, Refining Mo bellowed out.
Before his words could finish, the previously limp Ye Shikai had already launched a flying kick straight into Rong Yuan’s chest.
“Pugh.” Caught by surprise by the attack—and unnoticed by almost everyone until too late—Rong Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
Everyone stared blankly at Ye Shikai, whose eyes were filled with triumph and murderous intent, showing no sign of fatigue or poisoning.
Moreover, the kick he had delivered was with the strength of someone in perfect shape.
“Impossible, you were clearly poisoned.
Even a cultivator couldn’t resist that toxin,” Refining Mo reacted most strongly.
His trump card was this gas poison, which should be insurmountable even with Inner Strength, as it could paralyze a cultivator’s nerves for two hours, rendering them immobile.
“Haha, Refining Mo, you’ve guessed wrong.
I am immune to all poisons,” Ye Shikai boasted with a triumphant laugh.
Immune to all poisons, of course…
well, not in the way mortals are, and he’s no Shennong.
“Then how were you not poisoned?” Refining Mo demanded incredulously, his gaze sharpening as his hand slowly moved towards the hilt of his knife.
“Haha, maybe it’s because I’m handsome,” Ye Shikai teased.
“Then I suppose I’m considered a great beauty too,” quipped Demoness as she slowly stood up, just like Ye Shikai, showing no signs of poisoning and appearing at ease.
Before leaving the house.
“Zi Yun, what exactly is this thing?” Ye Shikai toyed with a few pills in his hand, which looked like some sort of elixir.
“This is called the Shennong Pill, which I have painstakingly refined,” Zi Yun declared proudly, her eyes betraying a reluctant affection, as if it pained her to part with it.
“Shennong Pill, what kind of poison is this?” Ye Shikai asked.
“Hmph, it’s not a poison at all; on the contrary, it’s an antidote.” Zi Yun punched Ye Shikai on the head and said indignantly.
“Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and was immune to all poisons.
Based on a lost secret recipe, I finally managed to refine these few pills.” Zi Yun said.
“You can also refine antidotes?
I thought you only dabbled in poisons.” Ye Shikai teased, knowing that Zi Yun was always tinkering with various poisons.
In her poison-making room, she stored many venomous insects and snakes, as well as a multitude of chemical apparatuses—ranging from itchy powders designed to annoy, to lethally toxic Blood-sealing Throat that kills upon contact.
“Antidotes and poisons are two sides of the same coin.
Used correctly, a poison can also be an antidote, and likewise, an antidote can sometimes be deadly poison.” Zi Yun said calmly, then pointed to the few Shennong Pills in her hand, “Each person takes one; it can protect you from poison for a day.
Refining Mo is extremely treacherous.
If it’s a trap, you’ll certainly need these.”
“Such thorough consideration.” Ye Shikai silently admired Zi Yun’s meticulous thought process and her foresight.
“Just taking precautions.” Zi Yun smiled.
“Alright, thank you.” Ye Shikai smiled in return.
Since the rescue was imminent, there was no need for extended conversation.
He took a Shennong Pill and left.
Now it seemed that Zi Yun truly was a female Zhuge Liang, a timely savior.
If not for the effects of the Shennong Pill, both of them might have truly fallen.
As for pretending to faint, it was all an act.
The crucial point was to buy time.
Ye Shikai now felt a powerful surge of Inner Strength in the channels of his Dantian, undoubtedly the effect of the Inner God Scripture.
In just a few seconds, he turned the tables, gaining the upper hand by striking after the enemy’s attack.
“Bang.” Suddenly, the door outside was burst open.
A man and a woman rushed in—it was Soul Destroyer and Ailina.
Hearing no noise inside, they feared something was amiss and hurried in.
“Master, are you alright?” Soul Destroyer asked.
“Of course, I’m fine.
The ones in trouble are them.” Ye Shikai pointed to the four on the opposite side.
Now it was four against four, both sides evenly matched.
“Attack!” Refining Mo lashed out immediately, clutching a dark blue long knife, and chopped down at Ye Shikai.
“Let’s go!” Ye Shikai shouted, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.
With a sidestep, he dodged the lethal strike, which cleaved the iron bed behind him in two.
“Such formidable power.” Ye Shikai could clearly sense that the weapon in Refining Mo’s hand was also a fine piece.
It was just a pity that he was not yet able to wield the Netherworld Blade, the Soul Device.
Otherwise, he would have had an overwhelming advantage.
“Take this.” After Refining Mo’s blade cut through the air, he turned it sideways in a sweeping horizontal slash.
Ye Shikai leaped, and the blade whizzed beneath.
“Breaking Sky Fist.” Seizing this brief moment, Ye Shikai closed the gap.
At such close range, weapons were somewhat cumbersome, whereas bare-handed fighting was much more flexible.
Ye Shikai threw a punch directly at Refining Mo’s chest.
“Ha!” With a light tap of his toes, Refining Mo’s body sharply reclined backward, the fist missing him by mere inches.
After dozens of exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand, just like their encounter years ago.
However, the current Ye Shikai was much more composed, lacking the impetuousness of his youth.
After years in the Underworld, he had realized that besides the twelve Main Gods who were known masters, there were still many hidden powerhouses, like the current Refining Mo, whose strength was even greater than some Main Gods.