Does This Count as Being Immune to All Poisons?

Having witnessed Wang Yu's antics at the Tianshan Sect, the three were sorely tempted to scoff, but they were hardly surprised. "Let's get out of here first. Otherwise, someone else will probably show up before long." Fang Shaobai turned to Sun Wenzhu. "Can you move? Do you need me to carry you on my back?" Sun Wenzhu braced himself against a chair and rose slowly. "I only cannot endure the jolting of a long journey, but walking about normally is no problem." Then the eyes of all three shifted toward Wang Yu, who was squatting beside Danglu Jun and Linzhong Ke, looting their corpses. Everyone: "..." Leng Jiangzhu said in exasperation, "What good things could those two possibly have on them?" Wang Yu tossed their two sabers to Zhao Shan and Zhao He, who had just tied up the horses and walked inside. "Take them. Once we return to the manor, put them in my collection room." "Yes, my Lord!" Zhao He caught the weapons. Wang Yu then fished out a few pieces of silver and some banknotes from the dead men. After a cursory glance, he handed them to the homeowner standing stiffly in the corner. "Gather your neighbors and dispose of the bodies. In the summer heat, they will rot quickly and spread disease." The party did not travel far. Just two streets over, in another quiet alley, they found a household willing to put them up for a fee. *** "How long will it take to purge the poison from you?" Wang Yu asked. "If you had not advanced to Xiantian, it would take roughly five days," Sun Wenzhu said. "Now, one night will suffice." Wang Yu smiled. "That is quite fast." Sun Wenzhu nodded. "Indeed it is." Turning to Fang Shaobai and Leng Jiangzhu, Wang Yu said, "I will purge Brother Sun's poison tonight. If enemies come, I leave them to you." Fang Shaobai laughed. "I will stand right at the doorway. Unless a Xiantian Grandmaster arrives in person, no one will set foot in your room." Leng Jiangzhu gave a nod. "I will back Brother Fang up." Wang Yu then led Sun Wenzhu into the bedchamber. "Miss Leng told you everything?" Sun Wenzhu asked abruptly. Wang Yu chuckled. "She already calls you Brother Sun, yet you still address her as Miss Leng?" Sun Wenzhu cast his eyes downward. "I am an outcast of Huichun Valley, and I currently bear the crime of murdering the valley master." Wang Yu dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Then wouldn't clearing your name settle it?" "I have no proof," Sun Wenzhu replied. "What proof do you need?" Wang Yu laughed. "If Shangguan Tusu's word is evidence, are the words of the Prince of Zhenxi not?" Sun Wenzhu glanced at Wang Yu without saying a word. "Hey, that's uncalled for! What is with that look?" Wang Yu grumbled, aggrieved. "Do you know that I marched an army beyond the pass and annihilated the Black Qiang in a single battle?" "I know," Sun Wenzhu said mildly. "Yet your prestige in the jianghu still cannot rival Shangguan Tusu's." "What if we add Fang Shaobai and Leng Jiangzhu?" Wang Yu pressed. "They are too young. Ignorant of the treachery of the jianghu, people will merely say they were duped by me," Sun Wenzhu answered. Wang Yu inhaled sharply, then nodded in realization. "Fair point!" "Thus, my only option is to kill Shangguan Tusu. As for my reputation, I care nothing for it," Sun Wenzhu said. "Then why don't you think of another way?" Wang Yu asked again. Sun Wenzhu shook his head. "I have no other way." Wang Yu pursued, "Why don't you ask me if I have one?" Sun Wenzhu snapped his head around. "You have a way?" Wang Yu grinned. "Let's purge your poison first." Sun Wenzhu drew a deep, ragged breath. Cold and aloof though he was, had it not been for the virulent poison forbidding strenuous exertion, he would have loved nothing more than to smash a fist right into Wang Yu's face. Seeing Sun Wenzhu sit cross-legged upon the bed, Wang Yu sat down behind him. "In front," Sun Wenzhu said. "What in front?" Wang Yu asked. "Sit in front of me." Sun Wenzhu sighed. "Palms touching mine. Channel your inner energy into my viscera through the Hand Shaoyang and Hand Shaoyin meridians. If you drive straight into my heart meridian from behind, I fear the poison within will erupt and kill me on the spot." Wang Yu shifted to sit facing Sun Wenzhu and shook his head. "You certainly are fussy. When I treated Senior Yan, I went straight into her heart meridian from behind and then guided it through the Conception and Governing vessels." Sun Wenzhu countered, "That was because Shi Mo's White Bone palm force had settled in her viscera and bone marrow, not in her heart meridian." "Fine, fine, so many rules." Wang Yu pressed his palms against Sun Wenzhu's, stirring his ice-and-fire inner energy and guiding it into the other man's Hand Shaoyang and Hand Shaoyin meridians. Sun Wenzhu was utterly speechless. *Brother! You are an expert of the Xiantian realm—how can you possess even less martial experience than me?* Yet in the next instant, he had no chance to dwell on it. Wang Yu's boundless, astonishingly profound ice-and-fire inner energy drove straight through the two meridians into his heart meridian. Sun Wenzhu blurted out, "Too fast! Slow down!" "Relax, I have experience," Wang Yu said with an easy smile. Sun Wenzhu dearly wanted to ask: *Do you really?* Then he felt Wang Yu's energy course through his meridians into the heart meridian. Alternating between biting frost and blazing heat, it gradually stripped away the virulent medicinal force corroding his heart meridian, slowly grinding it into oblivion. Sun Wenzhu felt a wave of relief. Wang Yu truly was capable of neutralizing the poison. "Huh?" Wang Yu suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise. "What is it?" Sun Wenzhu asked. Immediately after, he felt Wang Yu wrap his own inner energy around the extracted poison, loop it once around the heart meridian, and draw it straight back into Wang Yu's own body. "Wait!" Sun Wenzhu gasped in shock. "Why are you taking the poison back into yourself? You are supposed to disperse it within my meridians! If the poison seeps into your own channels by accident, you won't be able to purge it easily with your own energy!" Wang Yu looked at Sun Wenzhu without answering. Instead, he quickened the pace, steadily gathering the poison and channeling it into his own body. The instant the poison crossed into him, the turtle shell nestled within his sea of consciousness flashed, swallowing the toxic force whole before converting it into pure energy to replenish him. Wang Yu was both astonished and overjoyed! Who would have guessed that this unexpected situation would unveil another of the turtle shell's capabilities? It was not just energy-rich spirit herbs that it could absorb and convert; it could do the exact same with deadly poisons! Attuning himself to the pulses of the turtle shell, Wang Yu grasped how it worked: any energy capable of provoking an abnormal reaction in his physical body would awaken the artifact. Ordinary medicinal broths were useless. Only spirit herbs comparable to century-old wild ginseng, or poisons blatantly lethal to human life, could trigger a response from the turtle shell. Naturally, ordinary poisons would cause barely a flicker, offering at most simple venom resistance. But the poison Sun Wenzhu carried had been personally administered by Shangguan Tusu and was extraordinary in potency—hence the turtle shell's pronounced reaction. It was no wonder Wang Yu had never noticed this trait before. Who went around swallowing deadly poisons for no reason? Yet if that was true... Wang Yu's eyes were practically gleaming. He thought to himself, *Doesn't this mean I am immune to all poisons?* Seeing Wang Yu stare back at him with shining eyes—as though gazing upon an incomparable beauty he might pounce upon at any second—Sun Wenzhu felt goosebumps erupt all over his skin. He had only adopted a cold exterior because of sudden, tragic upheaval; he was not born devoid of feeling. "What is the matter with you?" Sun Wenzhu asked warily. "I was just wondering... why is there so little poison inside you?" Wang Yu asked. The poison had only penetrated Sun Wenzhu's heart meridian and viscera, and its volume was relatively modest. It was a far cry from Yan Xiangxue's condition, where vast White Bone palm force had permeated down into her very marrow. At Wang Yu's words, Sun Wenzhu drew a deep breath to steady his racing heart and explained with forced patience, "If this poison were more potent than the White Bone palm force Senior Yan took, I wouldn't need you to save me." Wang Yu looked at him, and Sun Wenzhu added flatly, "You wouldn't even be needed to collect my corpse. By the time you arrived, it would already be rotting." Wang Yu gave a sheepish chuckle and resumed circulating his art. Sun Wenzhu's original plan had been for Wang Yu to use his ice-and-fire energy to peel the poison from his heart meridian, then slowly grind it away within his channels. Yet matters had taken an unexpected turn. After peeling the poison away, Wang Yu drew it directly into his own body, proceeding at a pace far quicker than Sun Wenzhu had dared imagine. Sun Wenzhu had believed it would take all night, but in less than two hours, the poison inside him was nearly cleared out entirely. Even this had only taken so long because Wang Yu acted with utmost delicacy and caution, guarding against any stray wisp of poison breaking free and instantly wrecking Sun Wenzhu's heart meridian. Outside, Zhao Shan and Zhao He lay concealed on the rooftops on either side as hidden sentries, while Fang Shaobai and Leng Jiangzhu guarded the bedroom door. Listening to the conversation between Wang Yu and Sun Wenzhu within, Fang Shaobai could not help stealing a glance at Leng Jiangzhu. She wore an aloof, wooden expression, appearing to hear nothing. Yet the faint twitch of her lips and the slight clenching of her fists gave her away. Before long, all sound ceased inside the room, leaving only the steady, measured breathing of Wang Yu and Sun Wenzhu. The two had plainly entered the deepest phase of the cleansing. Zhao Shan, Zhao He, Fang Shaobai, and Leng Jiangzhu all straightened their postures, their vigilance sharpening. The news that Sun Wenzhu was in Miming County had already leaked. Between yesterday and today, four waves of martial artists had tracked him down. After he slaughtered the first wave, the atmosphere in that alley had shifted; experienced jianghu hands could spot such signs instantly, which was why wave after wave had followed. Though they had changed locations, they had not moved far, since their only aim was to endure a single night. *** Thus, knowing their quarry had not left the county seat, any keen tracker searching the area stood a real chance of finding them. "Coo—coo—" Prone on the roof, Zhao Shan's gaze hardened as he mimicked a night bird's cry. Fang Shaobai glanced to the east, while Leng Jiangzhu looked toward the south. That was the direction Zhao Shan was indicating: someone was skimming across the rooftops under cover of darkness. Right then, two figures leaped lightly over the perimeter wall. Fang Shaobai's eyes narrowed. Up on the roof, Zhao Shan had already slipped three throwing knives into his fingers. "Junior Sister Leng?" the figure on the left gasped, suddenly recognizing Leng Jiangzhu. Leng Jiangzhu naturally recognized them as well. "Senior Sister Zeng, Senior Sister Hu, what are you doing here?" "The patricidal Huichun Valley outcast Sun Wenzhu is hiding here in Miming County. Huichun Valley has asked the jianghu to help slay the traitor, so we are searching for him," Zeng Yi on the left replied. "Junior Sister, what are you doing here?" Hu Qing asked from the right. "Hehehe... So the person who rescued Sun Wenzhu that day was actually a disciple of the Meishan Sect," a chuckle suddenly drifted through the air. "No wonder he managed to hide in Chuanxi Circuit for so long." Fang Shaobai and Leng Jiangzhu both stiffened, their gazes sharpening. Neither of them had sensed the speaker's presence until his voice rang out. The newcomer was actually a Xiantian expert!