I Only Stomp on Weaklings

"What kind of poison is this? It made a fourth-tier expert unknowingly fall into its trap?"

In the darkness, the fierce wind carried rain into the inn, hitting Cheng Ruiwu and making him feel a surge of coldness in his heart.

The forces capable of possessing such a potent poison are certainly not ordinary.

To be clear, neither he nor that blue-clad Captain had eaten anything after entering the inn. This indicates that the strange poison must be permeating the air, only activating once they inhaled it.

This is a colorless and tasteless strange poison, and possessing such a poison is certainly not something an ordinary force could do.

He remembered a recent rumor, and his heart kept sinking as he tightly held his sister’s hand, discreetly passing her an Antitoxic Pill.

This Antitoxic Pill was specially made by his sect and was quite precious; however, after taking it, it had no effect at all. This showed just how terrifying the poison was.

"Who dares to hide and skulk in the shadows? Come out here!"

In the darkness, the enraged voice of the blue-clad Captain bellowed.

"Hahaha—"

Above the inn, sudden laughter echoed, "Duan Peicheng, haven’t you always wanted to find me? Well, here I am now."

Cheng Ruiwu’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned his head to see the assistant who had been hiding behind the counter step out, his face full of arrogance.

It was him!

Cheng Ruiwu was shocked; just now, this assistant had greeted him, bowing and scraping. No one would have guessed that this fellow was pretending to be harmless, fooling everyone.

Right, just now, it was this person who lit the lamps on the wall.

He remembered a detail.

Thinking back, it must have been at that time that the person poisoned the lamp oil, causing them to fall into the trap unknowingly.

Blue-clad Captain Duan Peicheng sneered, "The distinguished contemporary Demon Child of the Blood Demon Sect actually disguised as an inn assistant, bowing and scraping to people. Wouldn’t that be a joke if the news got out?"

The assistant replied sinisterly, "Very simple, just make sure it doesn’t get out."

Cheng Ruiwu heard their conversation, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Sure enough, it is the Blood Demon Sect!

Moreover, this assistant is actually the contemporary Demon Child of the Blood Demon Sect.

Judging by the Blood Demon Sect’s methods, the outcome for everyone here would likely be worse than death.

He felt bitterness in his heart, firmly holding his sister’s hand and reaching his other hand into his chest to find a dagger, gripping it tightly with a determined look in his eyes.

Clearly, he had made up his mind.

...

Duan Peicheng said disdainfully, "If you were confident that you could kill me, you wouldn’t need to resort to such low tactics. Now that I’m poisoned and you don’t dare to make a move, such cowardice, calling you a turtle’s head would be flattering."

The assistant’s face flashed with a hint of anger but quickly subsided. Suddenly, he shouted, "Deng Ziyang, stop hiding. I know you’re here. All you have to do is kill this man, and I will let bygones be bygones."

This name was unfamiliar to most people.

Only Huo Qianqian, hiding under the table, was stunned upon hearing this familiar name. How could it be him?

After a second thought, she felt it couldn’t be possible, maybe it was someone with the same name.

At that moment, a somewhat familiar voice rang out, "So, you’re the true Demon Child! No wonder that idiot from Qingfeng City could cause such a big uproar; he was just your scapegoat."

Huo Qianqian couldn’t help but peek out, and in the darkness, she saw someone walking out from the back. A closer look revealed it was indeed Deng Ziyang.

She was shocked; wasn’t Deng Ziyang working for the Six Gates? How did he get entangled with this Demon Child from the Blood Demon Sect?

The assistant said, "Deng Ziyang, you’re a smart man. Not a single disciple from Qingfeng City survived, except for you who left early and thus escaped the First Tribulation. I greatly appreciate you; if you kill this man, I can teach you the fourth level of the Blood Demon Scripture to help you break through to the fourth tier."

Deng Ziyang was silent for a moment before saying, "What if I refuse?"

"Hahaha..."

The assistant laughed maniacally again, "Deng Ziyang, oh Deng Ziyang, I thought you were a smart man. Who would have thought you’d be so foolish? Don’t you understand? From the moment you began cultivating the Blood Demon Scripture, there was no turning back. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you’ll remain a demon to be hunted. There’s no place for you under the heavens."

Deng Ziyang didn’t speak, but his breath quickened, obviously affected.

"Deng Lang."

At this moment, a woman stepped out from behind him, gripping his hand tightly.

...

"Second Senior Sister?"

When Huo Qianqian and several female disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect heard this extremely familiar voice, they were all shocked.

Why was Second Senior Sister so close to that demon from the Blood Demon Sect?

She was about to get married!

And she called him "Deng Lang."

For a moment, they felt like the sky was about to collapse.

...

"Tsk tsk."

The assistant saw the woman appear and realized, "I see why you’ve become so foolish, all for a woman. Truly stupid beyond cure, hopeless."

He didn’t bother speaking further. Wasting words on someone foolish enough to be ensnared by love, unable to sever even the slightest emotional thread, was pointless. "You may go."

"Leave? All of you stay here!"

At this moment, an angry shout erupted, the voice exploding in the air, causing the ordinary people present to faint immediately.

Those with lower cultivation felt dizzy and nauseous, wanting to vomit.

"Master Wang!"

The disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect, including Huo Qianqian, were overjoyed. They had been eagerly awaiting Master Wang’s appearance, and with her intervention, they should be safe.

They had immense confidence in Master Wang’s abilities.

...

Wang Yumei temporarily suppressed the strange toxin inside her using her sect’s specially made antitoxic pills and powerful inner strength, then pursued immediately.

At first glance, she saw the man holding her disciple Zhu Xixi’s hand, and like a furious lioness, with eyes wide open in anger, she lunged at him, intending to kill him with a single palm strike.

"Master, don’t—"

Zhu Xixi was shocked at the moment her master appeared, and her face turned pale with fear. She knew her master’s temper too well, and without thinking, she rushed out, positioning herself in front of Deng Ziyang to shield him.

Wang Yumei’s palm stopped abruptly, just an inch from her disciple’s head.

Facing the disciple whom she had nurtured for over ten years, she softened at the last moment.

Bam!

Deng Ziyang, who was shielded by Zhu Xixi, was struck hard and slumped to the ground.

Wang Yumei said coldly, "Do you think you can protect him?"

"Deng Lang!"

Zhu Xixi cried out in sorrow and quickly went to check on Deng Ziyang’s injuries.

"Watch out!"

At this moment, Duan Peicheng shouted fiercely.

Wang Yumei felt a chill attack her back. As she was about to dodge, she was shocked to find her True Qi within had a moment of stagnation.

The poison within her body had acted up at this critical moment.

With a ripping sound, a long sword pierced right through her abdomen.

Wang Yumei struck back with a palm, hitting the shoulder of the attacker from behind. A crack sound was heard, the sound of bones breaking.

The waiter was sent flying by this palm strike, vomiting blood.

"Master!"

Seeing her master suffer such a severe blow, Zhu Xixi was grief-stricken and rushed to support her.

Blood trickled from the corner of Wang Yumei’s mouth. Seeing that her disciple still had some conscience, she felt slightly comforted, gave a hum, and rasped, "I won’t die..."

Zhu Xixi cried uncontrollably, torn between her lover and her master both severely injured, not knowing whom to attend to first. Her hands supported her master but she was worried about her lover’s injuries, her heart was about to break.

...

At this moment, a chilling Sword Qi exploded within the inn.

Duan Peicheng seized the opportunity, decisively taking action, charging at the injured waiter to kill him.

"You’ve been tricked!"

The waiter smiled strangely, and as Duan Peicheng got close, a hissing sound was heard.

Oh no!

Before Duan Peicheng could react, he felt a numbness in his chest, already hit by a hidden weapon. His eyes turned fierce as he gathered all his True Qi, and his long saber violently chopped down.

With a clanging sound, the waiter’s long sword broke into two segments.

The smile on his face froze, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, he wanted to dodge but it was too late. This saber strike directly hit his shoulder, almost slicing his entire arm off.

"Ah—" he let out a miserable cry, kicking Duan Peicheng away, and fell to the ground, unable to move due to exhaustion.

The sound of pouring rain...

In an instant, within the entire inn, only the sound of rain outside and Zhu Xixi’s crying remained.

No one present could have expected such an outcome; the three people capable of determining everyone’s fate had all suffered severe injuries.

...

Cheng Ruiwu was holding his sister’s hand; the heart-pounding battle just now had soaked his clothes with sweat.

The situation at this moment was tense to the extreme.

The waiter, Duan Peicheng, and Senior Wang, whoever recovered first could easily kill the other two.

He silently prayed in his heart, as long as it wasn’t the waiter who recovered first.

If this demon from the Blood Demon Sect recovered first, everyone present would not have a chance to escape death.

At this time, the waiter took out a porcelain bottle from his chest, and swallowed an Elixir Pill.

Instantly, an indescribable fragrance filled the inn, stirring up his most primal hunger, making him desperately want to rush over and snatch that thing away.

It’s a Human Pill!

Cheng Ruiwu quickly realized what was in that porcelain bottle, rumored to be refined from the essence of a Martial Artist’s flesh and blood, capable of directly enhancing one’s strength after consuming.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

If the waiter recovered first and regained control, his fate might be to be refined into a Human Pill.

After taking the "Human Pill," blood at the waiter’s wound quickly stopped. He sat cross-legged on the ground, clearly in the process of digesting the "Human Pill."

Oh no!

Cheng Ruiwu feared in his heart; after taking the "Human Pill," this demon was bound to recover soon.

What to do?

At this moment, Duan Peicheng weakly said, "Miss Zhu, quickly kill that demon. Otherwise, when he recovers, everyone will be in grave danger."

Still grieving, Zhu Xixi finally halted her sobs, gritted her teeth, and picked up a long sword from the ground.

The waiter also spoke, "Miss, I have no intent to harm you. I let you and your lover leave earlier. If you don’t leave now, when will you? When your master recovers, your lover will surely not survive."

This statement struck at Zhu Xixi’s soft spot, making her hesitate once again.

Duan Peicheng urged, "Does Miss Zhu wish to see your master and your fellow sect members here be humiliated and refined into Human Pills?"

The waiter continued, "I can swear to the Demon Venerable, I will not harm your fellow sect members. If I break this vow, may I be struck down by heavenly thunder and have a miserable end."

Holding the long sword, Zhu Xixi stood there, looking at her master, whose face was as pale as paper, and then at the unconscious Deng Ziyang, caught in a dilemma.

At that moment, Wang Yumei weakly said, "Xi’er, kill him!"

Zhu Xixi took a deep breath, finally made up her mind, walked in front of the waiter, and thrust the sword at his chest.

Seeing the demon about to meet his end, suddenly Zhu Xixi’s body went limp, collapsing to the ground, unable to hold the sword, which clattered to the floor.

This sudden change was beyond everyone’s expectations; no one knew what had happened to her.

"Hahaha—"

The waiter burst into mad laughter, his voice shaking the roof, evidently recovering from his injuries.

It’s over.

All present felt a chill in their hearts.

"What are you yelling for? Can’t a person get some sleep?"

At this moment, a cursing voice came from above the roof.

This left everyone present in a daze.

Someone was up there?

Rumbling!

A series of thunderclaps sounded outside the house, followed by flashing lightning.

A figure leapt down from the beam, landing lightly on the ground.

Everyone saw clearly; this person wore a bamboo hat, dressed in coarse cloth, holding a black-sheathed long saber in his arms, a bamboo stick in his mouth, with an air of defiance between his brows.

Cheng Ruiwu suddenly felt his sister’s body trembling violently, her teeth chattering, seemingly extremely frightened of this person.

Like a flash of insight in his mind, he guessed the identity of this individual.

Mad Saber!

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