"Your poison is quite interesting..." Fang Ling was slightly surprised.
This was the first time he had encountered a poison-using cultivator since descending the mountain.
The Witch Daoist's poison was different from the ones he had cultivated since childhood; it specifically targeted the soul!
He had heard Fat Master say that there were two types of poison in the world.
One was medicinal poison, and the other was witchcraft poison.
Medicinal poison was the most common, mainly targeting the physical body.
Witchcraft poison, however, was very rare, an ancient art specifically targeting the soul.
At this moment, the witchcraft poison continuously attacked his soul, trying to break through a protective barrier.
But that barrier had been set up by the white-browed old monk years ago to protect his soul from being obliterated by the Heart of the Demon Ancestor.
Its sturdiness was beyond question; even this ancient witchcraft poison couldn't break through.
"One, two, three..." The Witch Daoist counted to himself but immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Impossible, why aren't you dead yet?" He involuntarily took a step back, his face filled with shock.
"Actually, you're not the only one skilled in poison." Fang Ling smiled, releasing a colorless and odorless poison.
The poison quickly spread, instantly killing those nearby.
Seeing the situation turn against him, the Witch Daoist tried to flee but screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground and writhing in pain.
His old face swelled up, his skin turned an eerie purple.
Blood oozed from his seven orifices, and his body stiffened.
"How can someone so young have such profound poison skills?" The Witch Daoist's eyes widened in disbelief.
Although he primarily cultivated ancient witchcraft poison, he hadn't neglected medicinal poison and had deep expertise in it as well.
But he had no defense against the poison Fang Ling released; his own anti-poison barrier crumbled instantly.
"So my poison skills are this powerful..." Fang Ling was somewhat surprised to see the Witch Daoist on the brink of death.
"It seems Fat Master's poisonous insects are even more formidable than I thought..."
The Witch Daoist's cultivation was not low; he was at the early stage of Alioth.
Moreover, he had lived for thousands of years, his poison skills undoubtedly profound.
Yet such a poison cultivator was crushed by Fang Ling's mere decade of cultivation.
"Young brat, it seems I've fallen into your hands."
"But don't think you'll have it easy; I've prepared a parting gift for you!"
The Witch Daoist, who had been lying on the ground dying, suddenly sprang up like a carp.
But he stood unsteadily, staggering as if he could collapse at any moment.
Fang Ling didn't know what other tricks he had, but he wasn't foolish enough to stand there and wait.
With a swift motion, he chopped the Witch Daoist into pieces.
"You think you can escape like this? Dream on!"
"This is an ancient forbidden spell, the Death Wish Curse, cast with my life as the sacrifice."
"No matter how strong your soul is, no matter how exquisite your divine powers are, you can't evade it."
"The Death Wish Curse, the Death Wish Curse, is meant to make you wish for death but be unable to die!"
"Hahaha! I'll be waiting for you in the underworld!"
Although the Witch Daoist's body was chopped into pieces, Fang Ling still heard his voice.
A blood curse formed, ignoring time and space, piercing through the barrier constructed by the Golden Soul Spell, and imprinted itself on Fang Ling's soul.
The moment the blood curse entered his soul, Fang Ling nearly fainted from the pain.
This pain was far more terrifying than the heart-wrenching nightmares he had as a child.
"Even Grandmaster's Golden Soul Spell couldn't block it..." Fang Ling half-knelt on the ground, clutching his almost-exploding head.
"Look, the demon is injured!"
"Quick! While he's down, kill him!"
"Charge! We have nothing to lose, let's take him down with us!"
The nearby cultivators, watching the battle, responded in unison, charging at Fang Ling.
Fang Ling, whose soul felt like it was splitting, lifted his head, his face twisted in agony.
He gripped his Life-Bound Blood Sword again and looked at the crowd.
Fang Ling's crazed appearance made many people hesitate, screaming and abandoning their swords to flee.
But some still attacked him.
"Damn, this demon's body is too strong, we can't break his defense."
A sword cultivator stared at his shattered sword in disbelief.
But the next moment, he was split in half, the scene gruesome.
Fang Ling swung his sword, killing all around him. He found that during the slaughter, the pain in his soul eased somewhat.
Or perhaps it wasn't the killing, but the distraction that slightly alleviated the pain.
He didn't know how long it had been, but the ancient city finally fell silent again, deathly quiet.
Fang Ling thrust his Life-Bound Blood Sword into the ground, letting it absorb the blood fiend energy.
Then he looked up and began to devour the life essence.
The starlit life essence condensed into a river of stars, which he swallowed in one gulp.
His body began to swell, turning into a three-meter-tall giant in an instant.
But in the next moment, he reverted to his original form.
Only his skin looked different, turning a dark red.
"The Gluttony Divine Art has finally reached the entry stage..." Fang Ling looked at his dark red skin and nodded to himself.
Master Manzi had said that when his body began to mutate, the divine art had truly reached the entry stage.
At this moment, Fang Ling felt an endless surge of power. If a mountain stood before him, he felt he could shatter it with one punch.
He roared, and his crimson skin began to fade, returning to its normal color.
He could clearly feel his strength diminishing somewhat.
"That must be what Master Manzi called the Demon Prison Body."
"After transforming into the Demon Prison Body, the physical body is greatly enhanced, but rationality and consciousness are suppressed."
Despite the increase in strength, Fang Ling felt no joy.
Because the Witch Daoist's Death Wish Curse truly made him wish for death but unable to die.
He didn't know how to alleviate the soul-wrenching pain; the trip to Boundless City felt like a loss.
The Blood Sword continued to absorb the blood fiend energy of the city's millions of cultivators, its aura growing more terrifying.
Black patterns began to appear on the Blood Sword, adding a layer of mystery to the once plain sword.
"These must be the blood fiend patterns Sword Master mentioned. When the blood fiend energy condenses to a certain extent, these Dao patterns are born."
"Ordinary people with unstable minds would be affected by the blood fiend patterns, feeling as if they were in a sea of corpses and blood, ultimately dying of fright."
Fang Ling murmured, pulling out the Blood Sword and slowly walking towards the east gate.
He had finished his cultivation; the city was now nothing but white bones...
Not long after Fang Ling left Boundless City, two figures appeared in the sky above.
"Miss, although this person once did us a favor."
"We should still keep our distance from him; his demonic nature is too strong..."
The old woman shook her head, looking at the ground full of bones.
Shangguan Haiyue gazed in the direction Fang Ling had left, murmuring, "Because he once saved me, I want to save him once too."
"I must pull him out of the abyss, or he will meet a terrible end."
"But with my abilities, I definitely can't help him..."
"But a few days ago, we met Purple Bamboo Abbess in Chess City. With her skills, she can surely help Fang Ling turn over a new leaf!"
"Purple Bamboo Abbess?" The old woman nodded, "If it's her, then perhaps..."

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