The Way of the Sword (BL)

Chapter 84: Spy of the Alchemist Sect and Hatred from generation to generation! (2)



Chapter 84: Spy of the Alchemist Sect and Hatred from generation to generation! (2)

Which, of course, is a slap in the face of the Alchemist sect!

"LanLan, I have arrived and I will deal with this poisonous woman, you need not scare our young lambs Cough Cough I say, new disciples!" Grand Master Zhang's soft, harmonious voice sounded in Lan Ruan's mind. 

Lan Ruan sighed with relief, as a great master would take care of the situation, so he didn't have to deal with the possible consequences and pitfalls the Alchemist sect would charge him later. 

As the female cultivator thought of a way to hurt these beautiful and brilliant new disciples, she did not feel that rather cold eyes were watching her. When she came to realize it was very late, like a bolt of lightning, a golden rope appeared and held her with mastery and quickly she was kept hanging in the air.

Everyone looked up in surprise, their eyes following the rope to the far end just to see who was causing the troublemaker, but they only saw an illusion of golden clouds!

"A superior cultivator!" Zhie Quan murmured looking a little surprised at the sky. Everyone else quickly agreed that it must be some superior of the Celestial Sword sect, after all, who else would have the audacity to tie someone in the sky and not care about the "important" status of this female cultivator?

"You useless sword man! Let me go! Do you know whose granddaughter I am ?! Do you dare kill Elder Fan Zi's eldest granddaughter? "The young female cultivator began screaming and cursing, trying to break free, but the strings tightened even further.

"Are you talking about that poisonous old man who killed his own master and his sect's older brother? Oh, I know this rotten old man! Ehh, are you related to that scum ?! " the handsome male voice sounded in the sky and everyone listened, throwing the female cultivator's face down the drain! 

She knew this great master didn't care about her status and that she would have no chance of escaping unharmed, which caused a rage that burned her heart. With no other solution, it released a dark green smoke that quickly eroded the rope, which was a poison-level corrosion-like poison mist, being gray level according to Poison Dao qualification.

Just like the Alchemy Dao, the Poison Dao has its own system, not necessarily an alchemist can become a poisoner, but the poisoner can become an alchemist or even a doctor! Being a poisoner is even harder than alchemist, as it takes a long study not only of Heavenly Qi or Spiritual-Energy but also of the functionality of the human body as well as its possible weaknesses, such as disease and points of weaknesses! 

Poison Dao is divided into rankings, colors, and typologies, with Ranks being the level of power of each Poisoner and colors represent the strength of the poison, not necessarily the actual colors of the poisons. For example, this female cultivator's mist is green and corrosive, its strength is gray, though the color of the poison is green.

The Rankings are divided into seven classifications: 1. Poison Apprentice, 2. Poison Disciple, 3. Little Poison Master, 4. Poison Master, 5. Poison Sky Masters, 6. Poison Gran-Master, and 7. Great Natural Masters Poisons. Within these rankings, there are growth sub-rankings, being divided into three of types, Small Circle, Large Circle, and Infinite Circle. 

The colors are divided into 9 colors: 1. White; 2. Orange; 3. Yellow; 4. Red; 5. Green; 6. Blue; 7. Purple; 8. Gray; 9. Black. The potency of the poison being weaker in white and the strongest poison being black. These colors are the forms that poison pills or items with poison will show, but this only indicates the potency of the poison and not the color or its physical form, such as being liquid, gaseous or even solid!

Poison types are very varied in the world, there will be poisons to put cultivator imperial realms to sleep, there will be poison to melt even the hardest sword, etc. 

The name of this cultivator was Fan Mei-Yin and she could be considered a cultivator who is in the middle of the ranks of Venom Dao cultivators, she is 22 years old and is almost getting promoted to be a core disciple of the Alchemist Sect but she still lacked contribution points to the sect, so she accepted this mission of going to fight the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

In this seeming time of peace and prosperity, the Alchemist sect cannot control over its hatred and envy as it watched the Celestial Sword sect flourish beautifully, growing stronger, even stronger, so the alchemists of sect Celestial Sword were growing stronger too!

So, despite the ceasefire and battle that the Celestial Sword led so that there would be no more waste of young talent, the Alchemist sect would not quietly accept it, because if it continued this way the sect would soon be sliced by the swords!

Of course, they could not allow the disciples of the Alchemist sect to violently or directly attack the disciples of the rival sect, if not only worse since the retaliation would be severe! Then the Alchemist sect attacks in secret, using poisons that can damage the cultivator's root and that can only act under certain circumstances, thus killing a future and powerful sword cultivator!

This was a silent war that the disciples of the Alchemist sect engaged in against the number one sect of humanity! The hatred of their ancestors and their Elders passed on to the disciples in such a way that the cycle of hatred was endless!

The poison quickly eroded the rope and Fan Yin broke free and without wasting time she threw a small black pill! 

"I may die today, but these talented young disciples will keep me company in hell!" She said laughing maniacally.

Hate and despair seized her mind, just feeling the material of that rope, she knew that the person who had captured her was very powerful and was part of the high rank of the sect, so this was no longer a death sentence?


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