Story 6 - Slapping Faces and Entering Sects (23)
The referee called for Liu ChuHua versus Little Spring.
The two stepped up to their places, causing sparks of hatred to practically fly off each other.
“I’m glad that it’s you that I’m fighting,” McTraitorFace said. “This way, I get to show Sister Lin my real skills.”
With a flourish and an aggressive crack, the girl brought out her whip. Then she happily looked at and waved.
Little Spring calmly took out his sword, stood in the fighting stance I taught him, and narrowed his eyes at her. “She’s my sister, not yours!”
“And when I beat your butt, I’ll prove to her that I’d make a better sibling!”
The fuck is this? Why were they arguing over sothing so dumb?
Little Spring was usually so calm and logical for a child of eight. But he stood there, seething, holding his sword like he was about to murder a bitch. “Oh yeah? Well, when I beat yours, I’ll prove you’re not worthy!”
I covered my eyes and turned my head to pretend like I didn’t know those two.
I an, feel free to smack talk, but leave out of it!
The referee, who was probably also tired of their shit, raised his hand. “Fight!”
Little Spring ran toward McTraitorFace.
The girl coolly cast her Sly Fire Falcon technique, sending a bird made of flas shooting toward the kid’s weak side. Sothing she must have picked up from his past fights.
Fortunately, between and the Reds, we’d given him plenty of instruction on how to protect his vulnerabilities.
Without breaking a sweat, he sent a blade of Qi slicing towards the fire falcon, severing it.
The girl experienced a backlash from the forced cancellation of her technique and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Enraged, she took a few steps forward until he ca within her whip’s range. With quick successive strikes, she pelted his shoulders and arms.
Fortunately, the protective talisman I’d forced him to wear caught all of those attacks, only letting so of the damage through.
The whip’s tip zipped toward his eye. He dodged backward, escaping the blinding attack. Of course, doing this killed his montum. But he wasn’t a normal kid who was just learning the way of the sword. He was soone who already knew how to manifest sword Qi and didn’t have to fight in close combat.
He sent a blade of it flying towards her.
With an awkward jump step, she dodged the attack.
Her face filled with rage. She flicked her whip out and wrapped it around the hilt of Little Spring’s sword.
As she pulled, the kid’s weapon flew out of his hand, landing across the arena floor.
She smirked. “Now that you’re weaponless, I’ll allow you to give up!”
“And listen to you brag about being the better sibling? Never!”
Why do these two sound more like actual siblings than I ever had with the original Bloodsword?
Wait, that was beside the point. Neither of us were technically real siblings. We were all martial brothers and sisters of the sa sect. There was literally no reason for this.
McTraitorFace flicked her whip out. Little Spring, using a Qi strengthened hand, caught the end. Then he pulled.
It flew out of her hands.
“Aaaah!” she yelled, then ran towards him.
He awkwardly attempted to wield the whip, but I’d never trained him on it. Eventually, he just threw it far behind him and jumped at McTraitorFace’s legs.
They both rolled on the floor while punching and kicking each other.
I sighed. Seriously, what was with this pointless jealousy?
That was when I noticed the hidden knife McTraitorFace pulled out of her sleeve and stabbed into Little Spring’s side.
How the hell did it bypass the protective talisman I made him wear?
The kid grunted with pain when she pulled the dagger out. His face paled. Then it was like the pain made him focus, and he used a couple of hand seals to create a massive spiritual palm that smacked her so heavily that she flew off of him.
She landed on the arena floor with so much force that she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her head lifted for a second, then her eyes unfocused and she fell unconscious.
These brats!
“Winner, Little Spring!”
I ran from my spot to kneel beside the dumb kid.
He smiled at . “See? I’m the better brother.”
“Yes, yes. You’re the best. Now let’s get you healed.”
I brought out a healing pill but paused when I looked at his wound. It was turning purple at the edges. Fuck. There had been poison on that knife!
Fucking McTraitorFace!
He grabbed my arm. “Promise that I’ll be your only little sibling.”
I rolled my eyes and hefted him up, using the superior strength I earned from my body cultivation. His eyes went wide. “I... I can walk!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Co on, Let’s get you healed. This is going to be a bit more complicated than I’d like. So let’s make room for the last two fighters.”
I didn’t need to see the next fight, anyway. I already knew that Young Master Zhang would win. His talent and trump cards were superior. Not to ntion that, at eight years old, little Zhao XiuYing was two-thirds his age.
The only thing that might be a factor was that he was limited to the fourth layer of Qi Condensation while Icy Tsundere Fairy had reached the 5th level of Qi Condensation last night.
Unfortunately for her, she was dealing with a man who slapped problems with money.
I carried Little Spring all the way to the back room where we had rested while waiting for everyone to get here. After laying him down on the floor, I took a sample of his poisoned blood and put it on my sanitized knife.
Now, the most perfect way to test the poison would be to get a pill testing beast, let it consu it, then test the antidote on it.
However, I didn’t have ti for that. The kid’s lips were already turning purple. Of course, that also told that the oxygen content in his blood had significantly decreased. He appeared to have no problems breathing.
Then using a highly scientific thod (not really), I grabbed two general antidote pills that I had prepared a while ago. I used a little of my sword Qi to scrape off so of each pill onto my knife. Focusing my divine sense on the mixture I watched the reactions.
Visually, on the right side, the blood turned black. On the left side, it turned bright red. But what I sensed from the energies made frown.
“What is it? Sister Lin?”
“This is a way stronger poison than a kid like Mc—Liu ChuHua should be able to co up with.”
His face paled. “Do we have an antidote for it?”
I smirked. “Who am I?”
“Fairy Lin!”
“That’s right. So stay calm and relax. Concentrate on cultivating to replace what you lost in the tournant.”
He swallowed and closed his eyes. I could tell that he wasn’t trying. Or maybe the pain was too much.
It was fine as long as he didn’t focus on the pain. I quickly cleaned and sanitized my knife while my mind went over the possible poisons. Based on my senses and the symptoms... Ah. That one.
Blue Fire Three Tears poison.
I frowned.
That was a rare one. Not that powerful. However... It was almost like soone had researched what pills I’d sold to the Alchemists’ Guild and had done everything in their power to find the one lower leveled poison I hadn’t prepared an antidote for.
Was this the work of a demonic cultivator that infiltrated the sect? Had they sohow convinced McTraitorFace that she’d need that poisoned knife to beat Little Spring? It was possible.
Or it was just a coincidence. I wouldn’t know until I spoke with that girl. Whenever that would be.
However, if this was soone’s plan, they didn’t know what I could do. Being a master alchemist, I knew how to speedily create a temporary general antidote for this poison from the ones I’d already concocted.
Of course, this wouldn’t be possible if I didn’t know this particular poison well. It helped that, compared to the poisons I could originally handle, it wasn’t that strong.
Since we were in the sect, the antidote for it should be procurable. However, judging from Little Spring’s face, he didn’t have a lot of ti before he succumbed. And I couldn’t risk wasting a second asking for help that may or may not be available within the tifra I needed it.
While this poison wasn’t that formidable, it still worked quickly against Qi Condensation cultivators.
I took out four general antidotes, each one dealing with different poison sets.
The first one, I cut in thirds. The second, I cut in half. The third, in tenths. And the final one, I crushed into dust. Using the dust mixed with spiritual spring water as a cent, I pasted the three other pills together.
Using a special hand seal and a little too much of my available spiritual energy, I began to harden the Franken-pill while rging the energies. It changed from looking like a tiny fucked up beach ball to a pure dangerous looking ss of colors and power.
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