Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 476 Front Seat

"That was cruel, in an interestingly good way. You gave him hope that he would be able to escape by using that Rifle, when he managed to dodge away, you exploded the talisman to destabilize him and make him a sitting duck for your next hit."

"Yep, that's the gist of it," I said as I reassembled my rifle and headed to the body's location.

Once I arrived at the location I was honestly surprised at the sight.

"The fuck is this, are you Wolverine?" I spoke in a disgusted tone and expression.

The man, who should have had his head pulverized was slowly, recovering. The base of his skull was completely gone, and nothing but liquid and mush brain matter remained, but it was still recovering.

"What an interesting specimen," I said as I placed my hand on the body cultivator's chest and used the White Hand of Plagues.

His regeneration was immediately siphoned away and he was finally and truly dead.

With his plate in my hand, and his body that became a mummy, the Poison God's Heritage finally revealed itself.

As I was about to grab it, Dao Shen scooped in and took it in his hands.

I looked at him, without any expressions, of anger or frustration.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked.

"I just want to see your reaction, what will you do if I were to come in and take your possession?" he asked.

I thought for a moment, then shrugged, "You can have it, if you think you need it to fight me, after all you saw the level I'm at."

"But that's not enough to take me out," he said.

"If that's what you think is all I have, then please take it, after all, I haven't shown even half of my cards. You might need the body cultivation book, you mentioned it before, even that dead guy is a nuisance to you, you might need the book to survive me coming after you," I said.

"You really are no fun," he said smirking then threw the book towards me.

"It wont be of use to you either, since to use this book, you'll need a body that is close to perfection, and the only way to do that is to obtain one of the Vast Expanse's rarest treasures. Even after consuming dozens of planets, I have yet to lay my hands on it," he said.

Once the book was in my hand, the purple skull inside it came out.

I immediately grabbed it before it escaped, opened my mouth and consumed it whole.

"…"

"What?" I asked.

"You eat those?" Dao Shen said in a frown.

"Yeah, best way to kill them," I said, "What is this treasure you're talking about?" I asked.

"Oh, it wouldn't matter for you to know it, you can't obtain it," he said.

"Well if you're being stingy then this is where we part ways," I said.

"Just wait," Dao Shen said sighing, "It's the Stone Aged Milk." He said.

"I guess you're really not up to date," I smiled as I pocketed the book.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Ask about me, you'll probably be a bit surprised. You may know of my name because I'm a Poison God cultivator, but you don't know who I truly am. Well, now how about we head out, I remember I told you about a young kid," I said.

"Right, things turned out almost the same as you said, he was almost killed, several times too, and was saved thanks to the light of day going up. I haven't picked up his trace yet, I sensed something strange though, he seemed to have gained more insight upon his own existence. It's as if the world that wishes for him to advance and improve, is once again confirming it. He managed to gain greater energy, but at the same time, he was able to fully hide his soul from me, I cannot even locate him anymore," Dao Shen sighed.

"Do you know the location of the person he fought?" I asked.

"Yes, he isn't far away from here," Dao Shen said.

"Then let's go to him, if fate plays its hand correctly, they'll be meeting again, and we'll have front row seats." I said.

"You do realize that after this round we'll be enemies," Dao Shen said.

"Yeah, so what's the point in fighting right now when we can easily fight later. Lets enjoy the show," I said.

"Follow me then, Shen Bao," Dao Shen said as he zoomed forward.

I followed closely after him and soon we were at a section of the city that didn't seem to have been fully eradicated.

The Tungsten Bullet did a pretty damn good number on the city, and with this much destruction from one bullet, I fear to find out the amount of damage that a bunch of them would.

The two of us arrived to the top of the only standing tower in the vicinity of the city. An once we sat at the top, a couple cultivators noticed us.

"This might be annoying if they call the guards," I said.

"No, I tested it before, if you had cleared your mission, the guards will completely ignore you and any report that has been given against you, so just relax."

I sat down next to Dao Shen and swallowed a couple pills.

"Poison Pills?" he aske.

"Yeah, want some?" I asked.

"I could use a snack," I said as I handed him a small batch of different poison pills.

He swallowed a couple and smiled, "Tasty, I really envy the fact that you have the Alchemy Book, this is good Poison," he said.

"Yeah, it helps with the Quality, but no one can be satisfied, other Poison God cultivators have more powerful battling abilities, while I can only make pills," I shrugged.

"If only you had some Stone Aged Milk, you'd be able to fight on par with the other Poison God cultivators. I recommend you withdraw on the next round, the fights will get fiercer."

"And give up all the fun and rewards to you? No thank you," I smiled.

"Good, no Poison God cultivator worth their salt would shy away from an opportunity to grow more powerful," he said.

"No one should, but at the same time, when one realizes that they're way deep in shit, they should have the tact to withdraw, run today to fight tomorrow."

"Wise words, oh, there is movement," Dao Shen said.

And suddenly a man came out from inside one of the rundown houses.

He had a massive spear strapped behind his back, and looked to be in deep thoughts.

His eyes moved around and locked onto us.

Dao Shen comically waved his fingers at the man.

The person with the fire spear didn't seem like someone who is fun at parties, because he just grabbed his spear and swung it at us.

Dao Shen's facial expressions turned sour as he raised his hand and stopped the bullet speed spear by the tip using two fingers.

"That's rude," he said, his tone was unwavering.

Dao Shen grabbed the spear and immediately sent it back. It flew far faster, stronger and incredibly more accurate, enough that it went right under the cultivator's ear, and slit his earlobe.

"Don't fucking do that again," Dao Shen said.

The words, the actions, the confidence he exuded were far beyond what a Saint Class cultivator could ever express against a King Class cultivator.

The King Class cultivator in question was the man with the spear, his robes already expressed his allegiance, he was a Spear of the Fire King.

And with this one move, the man with the spear, bowed and clasped his hands.

"I apologize for offending someone as great as you," he said, "I thought you were waiting in ambush," he said.

"If I was waiting in ambush you'd be dead, we're here to watch a fight, don't disturb us," said Dao Shen as he sat back down.

The man with the spear must have been confused, what fight was Dao Shen talking about?

The answer came far too fast for him to realize actually.

A man with brown hands came from the darkness, he showed up exuding a great amount of confidence.

"Ah, this fight, I'm afraid that you'll be disappointed good sir, this brat was saved the last time thanks to the light, but now, he has no way to escape. His death is all but uncertain." The Spear of the Fire lord said.

"Let's see you try," the man with the brown skin said.

His voice was pretty familiar to me, it was Meng Hao, and the exuding fiery spirit he was giving off was a dead giveaway to his current power level.

He improved by leaps and bounds in one night.

"Hah, you grew stronger, but that's not enough!" he said as he dashed forward with spear in hand.

Meng Hao's hands rose up like a praying mantis, and just as the spear was about to gouge out one of his eyes, his palm struck down displacing the spear while he pushed the cultivator using a shoulder bash.

The two began a fight where sparks started flying everywhere, their hands blurring in incredible speeds as everything around them was turned to dust.

Dao Shen whistled, "What did that kid eat to grow this strong in a day,"

"Plot armor," I sighed.

"Is that a treasure?" Dao Shen asked.

"Yeah, it kinda is, the worst kind if you're his enemy, this treasure is so potent that even if you're guaranteed to win, you'll end up losing the moment you face him. That's what's going to happened.

"How did he find this treasure?" asked Dao Shen.

'Man explaining sarcasm is hard,'

"Think of it as a once in a lifetime opportunity given to one person. He was chosen, and no one else will ever have that treasure until his death. But like I said, if you try and take him out, you're more than certain to die. So might as well not try and take it away," I replied.

"Seems too powerful, he must have paid a hefty price for it," Dao Shen said.

"You're not wrong, the price he paid was his relatives and the people close to him, it's not worth it." I said.

"Indeed, some cultivators can live without company, but the path of cultivation is lonely and full of solitude, going about it alone is really boring and depressing."

"Says the guy who leaves no one alive after he visits a planet," I said.

"Thos are exaggerated rumors, after all, if I left no one alive, how would people know of me," he said.

"That's the same argument I gave when I first heard that, anyway, who do you think is going to win?" I asked.

"Well, if I didn't hear about this 'plot armor' treasure, I would be more than certain to say that the kid with the Fiery Soul is bound to lose, but now I'm not so sure."

"Yeah, same here, but my money on Meng Hao." I said.

"Good then," Dao Shen looked down and spotted one cultivator, "One moment," he said.

And immediately went down, grabbed the cultivator and another one then brought them to us at the top of the tower.

The two cultivators were like scared cats being grabbed by the scruff of their necks.

"What do you want good sir!" he said.

"Me and my brother here were betting, and we want someone to bet against us, who do you two think will win that fight?" Dao Shen asked.

The two confused cultivators looked at the battle between the Fire Lord Spear and the unknown Meng Hao and immediately said.

"I probably have the same opinion as you, I believe that the Spear of the Fire Lord will be the victor,"

"What about you?" Dao Shen asked the other cultivator.

"I think the same," he said. A bit of fear in his voice.

"You're scaring them Dao Shen." I said.

The moment they heard the name, the fear that was in their voice turned to terror.

They began stuttering and shuddering at the mere mention of his name.

"You actually scared them even more by mentioning my name," Dao Shen sighed. "Anyway, we'll take the bet, me and my junior here think that the Spear will lose," said Dao Shen.

"Will you spare us, if the results are not what you like?" asked one of the cultivators.

Just as he finished his words, Meng Hao was slammed into several walls back to back.

"Don't worry, we have no plan on harming you, we're just killing the time," I said.

"Right then, what would you like to bet? We don't have much," they said.

"Just a spirit stone is enough," I said as I popped a new poison pill in my mouth.

Dao Shen did the same and this further caused the two cultivators to shudder.

They were so afraid that if they were to hug each other and scream in fear it wouldn't even be rude or weird.

I mean, who in their right mind uses Poison Pills as snacks?

"Right, we agree!" they said.

"Good, now sit down and let's watch." Dao Shen said as the four of us sat down waiting for what's going to happen next.