Chapter 102: The Path of Annihilation—Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra

However, if one could endure this outbreak of deadly poison, it would be akin to a phoenix rising from the ashes—a profound transformation that amplifies the toxic potency throughout the body by countless times. Every drop of blood would carry such venom that a single village within a hundred miles could be wiped out instantly. Moreover, after this initial eruption, the poison coursing through the flesh and blood could be controlled at will.

For instance, one could choose to let their blood exude lethal poison or be completely devoid of toxicity; the energy and venom unleashed in attack could be overwhelmingly fierce or as pure and ethereal as the morning mist.

Yet, none of this mattered to Beiming Xi. What truly concerned her was the phrase: “Corrode the meridians throughout the body with poison, then condense the meridians with poison.”

She was born with the Heavenly Poison Vein. Even the myriad poisons consumed and merged into her body could not compare to her innate venom. If she could use the myriad poisons to corrode her meridians and then condense them with the Heavenly Poison, wouldn’t her meridians become even more formidable?

As the myriad poisons she absorbed in the future coursed through her Heavenly Poison meridians, the toxicity of the myriad poisons would naturally increase. The Heavenly Poison would govern the myriad poisons, allowing her to better control their outbreaks.

At times of venomous eruption, she could even separate and blend the Heavenly Poison into the myriad poisons, intensifying their deadly force.

Of course, the drawback was that the Heavenly Poison’s toxicity was incomparable to the myriad poisons, and its control was far more difficult. Condensing the meridians was nearly impossible. Although the Heavenly Poison could oversee the myriad poisons during their eruption, the pain endured would be amplified by hundreds of times because of the Heavenly Poison’s involvement.

If the previous method was already unbearable for ordinary people, then Beiming Xi’s approach was nearly impossible to withstand.

Even if one survived the first eruption by sheer luck, subsequent outbreaks would grow fiercer and fiercer, inevitably leading to death by poison.

At this point, Beiming Xi no longer cared. Attempting the myriad poisons’ great method was essentially a death sentence. What was the harm with her Heavenly Poison?

Besides, she had finally found a way to resolve her Heavenly Poison Vein for the first time, enabling her to cultivate it and reach great heights.

What was once an impassable path was now a road—albeit one almost impossible to tread.

This was a significant difference.

However, to make the myriad poisons’ great method suitable for her Heavenly Poison, she had to completely transform this cultivation technique.

Immediately, Beiming Xi began to integrate countless paths of poison and medical knowledge in her mind, as well as the newly learned myriad poisons’ great method.

One year.

Two years.

Ten years.

Time passed bit by bit. Beiming Xi exhausted all her life’s knowledge, even combining many god-level and true god-level cultivation methods left behind by supreme experts, hoping to create her own version of the myriad poisons’ great method.

Yet, she never revealed the Soft Bone Powder to Lin Fan, fearing he would disapprove of her path and might cultivate the myriad poisons’ method first, risking her taking more detours.

Thus, for over a decade, Lin Fan’s daily life was meticulously cared for by her—every detail, even tending to his bodily needs.

Though the two had not yet crossed the threshold of intimacy, Beiming Xi was a healer who had seen all kinds of patients; caring for Lin Fan was nothing unusual.

Ten years.

Fifty years.

A hundred years.

Unknowingly, a century had passed. At the twentieth year, she finally unlocked Lin Fan’s Soft Bone Powder, feeling she could no longer let him lie there forever.

By then, she had already allowed the myriad poisons to invade her own body, though only superficially, and Lin Fan could no longer stop her, for she had taken the first step.

After a hundred years, Beiming Xi’s once raven-black hair had turned white, her face still breathtaking, yet marked by exhaustion.

Lin Fan, seeing this, was deeply pained. Aside from daily delivering food, he trained furiously. Over a hundred years, he rose from Martial Emperor to Martial Sovereign!

At the century-and-a-half mark, Beiming Xi’s weary face suddenly revealed a faint smile. Though her features had been ravaged by poison, that smile was captivating beyond compare, draining color from all things.

She had finally created her own version of the myriad poisons’ great method—only the first stage—but it allowed her to condense her meridians. Though difficult, it was no longer an unreachable dream.

Lin Fan was elated upon hearing this and guarded Beiming Xi attentively that day.

Beiming Xi boldly released her restraints on the myriad poisons, which instantly invaded her meridians. Feeling the toxins’ incursion, the Heavenly Poison within her erupted like a supreme king whose territory was invaded by ants.

That day, the mask concealing Beiming Xi’s face was corroded by venom, revealing her peerless beauty.

That day, her entire body, black and purple with poison, saw her rare treasure garment woven from heavenly silkworm threads reduced to dust.

That day, her body was riddled with countless wounds, blood flowing freely, eyes tightly shut, trembling under unimaginable pain.

That day, her white hair fluttered as thousands of strands were burned away; her once enchanting face was ravaged by poison, resembling a fierce specter.

That day, Lin Fan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms without his awareness, blood dripping.

That day, Beiming Xi’s anguished visage contorted, the fire of her soul flickering as if death was imminent.

That day, tears welled in Lin Fan’s tiger-like eyes as he vowed that his life belonged solely to Beiming Xi.

That day, just as Beiming Xi was about to give in, she suddenly opened her eyes to see once more the man deeply engraved upon her heart.

That day, Lin Fan held a blade to his throat, eyes unwavering and resolute.

That day, Beiming Xi unleashed an earth-shattering willpower, enduring the first myriad poisons’ invasion. Though her meridians were completely corroded, she condensed them with the Heavenly Poison—and succeeded.

That day, two figures embraced, tears flowing, words unnecessary; their love was stronger than gold.

Fifty years later, Beiming Xi’s peerless beauty had fully returned, her flowing hair cascading to her waist. Wearing Lin Fan’s snowy white male robe, every expression was mesmerizing.

Her cultivation had reached the Martial Emperor realm. Her true strength, when releasing her vital energy, was such that her poisonous energy could kill even Martial Saints. Coupled with her own refined venom, even god-level experts would die bitterly.

It was worth noting that before she had cultivation, she could already refine poison deadly enough to kill god-level beings; it was just difficult to poison them due to their defenses.

Now, at Martial Emperor level, although her cultivation was still weak compared to god-level, she could effortlessly bypass their defenses with poison.

In these fifty years, Lin Fan had already broken through to Martial Saint.

Though Beiming Xi had altered the myriad poisons’ great method, the first step remained: poison invading the body, corroding the meridians, and condensing them with venom. Thus, she effortlessly opened her small world, and the two emerged.

Upon entering the city, they realized that though they had been trapped for nine hundred years in the small world, only nine years had passed in reality.

It turned out the supreme expert’s small world had a time acceleration, flowing at a rate of one hundred to one.

They then returned to Lin family, paying respects to Lin Fan’s parents, much to their delight. Several months later, the two began traveling the world.

Lin Fan had reached the Saint realm; beyond that lay the three stages of Demi-God, Void God, and True God.

Over the next century, they journeyed extensively, participating in the Earth Star Domain’s contests, exploring ruins, different star domains, and forging many life-or-death bonds.

Among these close friends were once rivals or enemies.

A thousand years later, Lin Fan, Beiming Xi, and their comrades all reached the pinnacle of the Demi-God realm.

Two thousand years later, they advanced to the Void God realm.

Five thousand years later, they ascended to the pinnacle of the Void God realm.

By then, Beiming Xi had finished modifying the myriad poisons’ great method. No, it could no longer be called a modification. Except for the first stage, which bore some resemblance, the rest had changed beyond recognition.

She named this cultivation technique the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra, centered entirely on the absolute meridians, most suitable for the Heavenly Poison Vein.

As her cultivation rose and vision broadened, Beiming Xi revised the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra once again. It was no longer as perilous or painful as when she first began but still far more agonizing than cultivating the myriad poisons’ great method.

Its power was unmistakable.

During this period, Beiming Xi, hiding her face, was discovered by the Beiming family and forcibly summoned back. Simultaneously, the Nangong family—one of the four great medical clans—launched a ruthless manhunt against Lin Fan.

Afterwards, he and Beiming Xi...

Lin Fan took a deep breath, his gaze drifting into the distance before returning. Looking at Ximen Yiyi before him, he asked again, “Yiyi, are you ready?”

Though Beiming Xi’s revisions to the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra had greatly reduced its danger and pain, the original poisons she trained with had been left behind by true god-level experts and were unimaginably potent, unlike the countless heavenly flower scale snow snakes found here.

Now, Ximen Yiyi was still a young girl; whether she could endure such torment was unknown.

Moreover, Ximen Yiyi would face the myriad poisons’ invasion repeatedly, each time more agonizing. If she ever failed to endure, she would die a terrible death.

“I’ve made up my mind. I want revenge!” Ximen Yiyi bit her lip, her gaze resolute.

Indeed, she sought vengeance—against the black-clad assassins, against the entire Ximen family. Her father, her uncles—all must not have died in vain.

She would make the Ximen clan pay in blood. She would annihilate the entire Ximen family.

“All right!” Hearing her reply and seeing the determination in her eyes, Lin Fan saw her as the same indomitable spirit as Beiming Xi and could not help but say, “Good.”

Without hesitation, his soul power surged forth, imprinting the complete version of the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra directly into Ximen Yiyi’s mind.

He had no other choice. Without imparting this technique, she could not cultivate and would likely suffer a mental breakdown.

Since Ximen Yiyi had chosen to exact deep vengeance, and he had warned her of the pain and peril of cultivating the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra, she agreed, and he would not hesitate.

Once cultivation of the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra began, there was no turning back.

If in the future Ximen Yiyi grew strong enough to touch the Dao, she would understand why the poison path was so formidable.

Because it was the path of destruction.

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