Chapter 148 Every Poison Has Its Antidote

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Wu Zixu, Kumu Weng, Wuhuan Ni, Lu Xiao, and Feng Wanhai—originally led by Wu Zixu at the forefront—now found their positions reversed. Due to Wu Zixu, Wuhuan Ni, and Feng Wanhai's earlier retreat and return, Wu Zixu had fallen to the rear. About a zhang ahead were Wuhuan Ni and Feng Wanhai, followed by the wounded Kumu Weng and Lu Xiao.

Bang!

A sudden explosive sound erupted.

Lightning flashed twice in rapid succession, then appeared right before Kumu Weng's eyes. With terror and disbelief, he was struck fiercely by a hoof.

The attack was so swift and unexpected that Kumu Weng had no chance to prepare, let alone evade. The terrifying speed of the lightning struck him squarely.

Kumu Weng’s white-haired head instantly exploded, blood spraying everywhere!

The horrifying scene left the other four stunned. After a moment’s pause, Wu Zixu turned and fled swiftly toward the rear.

Since his crushing defeat by Long Jinyi, Wu Zixu had suppressed his formerly arrogant nature, or rather, humbled himself to understand the true heights of the heavens and earth. He had become much more cautious. From the terrifying strike of the lightning, he sensed something unusual. With Kumu Weng dead, even the four of them together might not withstand the threat. Seeing the danger, he fled swiftly, putting great distance between himself and the scene.

Wuhuan Ni and Feng Wanhai also considered retreat but did not flee as decisively as Wu Zixu. Instead, they retreated while deploying their own abilities.

Wuhuan Ni brushed his waist and pulled out a crimson incense burner-shaped treasure. Channeling his power, black smoke billowed out, blowing toward the lightning’s direction as he fled.

Feng Wanhai quickly drew his sword, golden light flashing from his body as he exerted his sword technique to its fullest. He swung his sword backward, releasing dozens, even hundreds, of golden sword beams shooting into the cloud of black smoke.

Their coordination was seamless; neither’s attacks interfered with the other’s.

Soon, their figures were swallowed by the dense smoke.

On the other side, after slaying Kumu Weng, the lightning charged toward Lu Xiao.

“Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Our White Cloud Immortal Sect has always maintained friendly relations with your Taoyuan Sword Sect. Today’s events were all instigated by Kumu Weng and the others!” Lu Xiao pleaded loudly, releasing protective divine techniques around himself. Simultaneously, a great hand-shaped fiery cloud technique was wildly slapped forward. Knowing he had lost an arm and his combat effectiveness was severely reduced, the situation was dire.

Bang! Bang!

Several sounds rang out. Lu Xiao was skilled enough not to be instantly crushed by the lightning’s hoof.

Though severely injured—his palm shattered and internal organs painfully damaged—he still struggled to retreat the way he came.

Only then did he realize the sword beams from Feng Wanhai and the black smoke from Wuhuan Ni were pursuing him.

Screams of agony echoed again!

In a panic, sword beams pierced through him. The black smoke seemed to contain some irritating substance that burned his eyes fiercely, as if trying to blind him.

Bang!

The next moment, the lightning was behind him, delivering another brutal kick. Blood mist rose once more—another cultivator crushed.

The lightning then charged into the billowing black smoke.

After a few breaths, a shrill neigh sounded. Fang Junmei and Luanshi Daolang, still confused, saw the lightning return again.

His body was covered in bloodstains, riddled with countless sword wounds, and his eyes were bloodshot from the smoke, tears streaming down.

His weakness was exposed again: in confined spaces, his ability to cross space was severely limited. Once the opponent’s attacks covered that small area, no matter how fast he dodged, he would be hit.

The current situation was exactly like this. If the lightning insisted on pursuing the three ahead, it would only suffer more severe wounds.

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“Phew—”

Fang Junmei and Luanshi Daolang hurried over.

Luanshi Daolang unleashed a fierce wind, blowing the black smoke backward. Fang Junmei quickly checked the lightning’s sword wounds. Though not fatal, they were quite deep. As for the smoke, they still didn’t understand its nature and dared not let it touch their eyes.

“My eyes… my eyes…”

The lightning collapsed onto the ground, ignoring its wounds to rub its eyes with its hooves. Its eyes burned and itched terribly, gradually blurring as if going blind.

Fang Junmei forcibly restrained its hooves and cast a spell, summoning clear water to wash its eyes.

But the moment the water touched its eyes, the lightning’s pitiful shriek intensified, as if pouring oil on fire.

“What the hell, Fang! What are you doing?” the lightning cursed angrily.

Seeing this, Fang Junmei immediately stopped washing, fearful of making it worse, and took out a detoxifying pill to feed it.

After swallowing the pill, a refreshing sensation spread through the lightning’s eyes, and the condition somewhat improved, though still blurry.

Fang Junmei dragged the lightning backward, then together with Luanshi Daolang, forced the black smoke to retreat.

Such dense smoke was impossible to completely avoid, and both suffered eye discomfort, though not as severe as the lightning’s.

“Could it be the lightning’s faking it?” Fang Junmei suspected. Exchanging a look with Luanshi Daolang, he glanced back at the lightning, still lying and groaning on the ground. It didn’t seem to be pretending, so he suppressed his doubts for the time being.

The smoke in the passage gradually dissipated after a while.

The darkness was deep and narrow, but without the smoke’s cover, they could barely make out shapes. No sign of Wu Zixu and the others—they either fled or lay in ambush somewhere.

Fang Junmei and Luanshi Daolang thought it over but didn’t immediately pursue.

Returning to the lightning’s side, Luanshi Daolang stood guard while Fang Junmei asked, “Lightning, how do you feel now?”

The lightning strained its eyes and wailed, “Everything’s still blurry. I can’t see clearly. Am I going blind?”

Its voice was pitiful, tinged with despair, without a hint of pretense or mischief.

Fang Junmei examined its pupils carefully—bloodshot, dilated, and scattered, with wisps of black smoke swirling within.

“This doesn’t make sense. Luanshi and I were affected too. Our eyes hurt and itched but nowhere near as bad. Could it be your beast nature makes you more sensitive?”

“How the hell should I know?” the lightning cursed.

In this world, one thing can overcome another.

Born a spatial spirit beast, the lightning could easily kill cultivators stronger than itself by crossing space, but here it had been undone by the terrain and the strange smoke.

“Fang Junmei, you owe me my eyes. If you take me under your seal of demon suppression, I won’t bother you anymore, but you must cure my eyes!”

Its voice cracked as it cried out, “Father, Mother, Lightning’s going blind and can’t avenge you anymore…”

Though heartfelt, it sounded like a child panicking at a crisis.

Fang Junmei frowned, rummaging through his storage pouch for bottles and jars.

Luanshi Daolang remained alert, pondering the situation.

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After a moment, a bright idea struck him.

“Junmei, could it be the Mo Yu honey? That’s the only good thing we both took, besides strengthening the primordial spirit, it’s known to improve eyesight.”

Hearing this, Fang Junmei was shaken, finding the theory plausible.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a bottle of Mo Yu honey.

“Open wide!”

After the command, Fang Junmei poured the honey into the lightning’s mouth. Immediately, a sound of relief came from it.

After a few breaths, the lightning tried to open its eyes again and exclaimed joyfully, “Seems clearer! Got any more? Give me some more!”

Fang Junmei scrutinized its pupils. The black smoky haze was retreating, and the bloodshot areas were fading. Confident they’d found the cure, he gave it more honey and took some himself.

…

The injury from the strange smoke finally stabilized.

After a while, Luanshi Daolang suddenly transmitted a message telepathically: “Junmei, they’re back!”

Fang Junmei’s heart tightened as he looked toward the direction they had come from. Sure enough, Wu Zixu and the other two stood several hundred zhang away, watching but not approaching. Their gaze was fixed mostly on the lightning.

Hiss—

The lightning sensed their presence and let out a long, furious neigh.

The three were not frightened away and studied the lightning carefully.

After a moment, the lightning stood up. Its black pupils, still tinged with some bloodshot veins, glared at the three with deep hatred. The sharpness in its eyes betrayed no sign of blindness.

With a swoosh—

The lightning charged out again.

Fang Junmei and Luanshi Daolang followed swiftly. Both knew if they didn’t deal with these three, continuing forward would mean not only scouting for them but also risking a backstab at a critical moment.

Whoosh!

Sword beams and black smoke burst forth again.

Though the black smoke threat was resolved, the sword beams remained. Not only was Feng Wanhai wielding them, but Wu Zixu was as well. Trouble was imminent. The lightning had nowhere to dodge and soon returned bloodied and exhausted—clearly its most frustrating battle yet, stomping the void in fury.

“Kid, so what if your pet is strong? Come on, try to chase us again if you dare!” Wu Zixu and the others held their ground at the tunnel’s mouth, confident in their advantage.

“Lightning, don’t you have any protective skills?” Fang Junmei asked frustratedly. After making it immune to all poisons, he hoped to train the lightning into an invincible beast.

“Of course I do, and they’re powerful—but—I can’t use them yet,” the lightning replied, eyes full of frustration.

A flash of determination crossed Fang Junmei’s eyes. This was another hurdle he must overcome.