Chapter 51: Deadly Poison

Qiao Mu raised her eyebrows. From her angle, she happened to see four disciples from Coitus Sect fall down immediately.

The unfortunate fool nearest to him had not fallen to the ground for more than a minute before his whole body had turned bluish black with his eyes bulging out. There was a cyan-colored liquid leaking from the corner of his mouth, and his head dangled to the side, motionless. It was apparent at a glance that his life had been stolen by a deadly poison in an instant.

What a potent poison! It did not allow the victim to have any opportunity to take an antidote and made them die suddenly on the spot!

“What is it?” Chills crept over Yao Ji’s back as she turned to look and saw a white light flashing past.

Without any hesitation, she immediately tossed her sandalwood fan with mystic energy imbued into it, sending it clashing with the white light.

“Chirp!” Hit, the white light fell onto the ground, and the light that enveloped it dissipated, revealing a white fuzzy squirrel the size of a palm. The little guy cleverly turned around and scampered off after glancing at the angrily glaring Yao Ji.

Qiao Mu could not help but inwardly laugh. “This little white squirrel appeared guns blazing in a flashy and merciless manner, biting three to four people to death in a flash.” She did not expect it to be a faint-hearted little thing that would turn around and flee at the first sign of trouble.

However, regarding the brainless direction that it chose to flee…

Yao Ji gritted her teeth and seized the sandalwood fan that flew back into her hand before leaping twice to chase after the little white squirrel. She imbued mystic energy into her fan again and swung it toward the little white squirrel lightning fast.

Qiao Mu took a deep breath, brandishing the black ferule that slipped down from her sleeve and blocked Yao Ji’s attack extremely swiftly.

When the two powers clashed, Qiao Mu’s black ferule emitted an intense black light, rebounding all of Yao Ji’s power with a boom.

Fine droplets of sweat covered Qiao Mu’s hand as it tightly clutched the ferule. She peered down at Inky in her hands, joyfully petting it.

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As though sensing the little girl’s delight, the ferule, Inky, donned on a layer of black, hazy fog over its surface.

If it were not for how formidable Inky was, she would certainly have been sent flying back by the power of Yao Ji’s charge. When the two of them made contact, Qiao Mu fully realized that the cultivation of this woman was a lot higher than her.

Inky helped her block 80% of the power, so she had to block the remaining 20% herself. However, the web between the thumb and forefinger of the hand holding Inky started faintly aching, showing just how powerful the woman was!

Sensing her enemy’s might, competitiveness rose in Qiao Mu’s heart, and the girl’s eyes started brightly twinkling.

On the other hand, Yao Ji’s eyes widened, and she was intently staring at the little girl in front of her with shock.

How! Could! It! Be! Possible! No one knew her own strength better than her! She was a peak level-seven mystic cultivator without a doubt!

With her cultivation, she could assess the cultivation of opponents at lower levels than her with a glance. This girl was a mere level-three mystic cultivator! She did not even achieve initial success in her level three cultivation, so how!

A level-three mystic cultivator could block a full-powered attack of a peak level-seven mystic cultivator???

What kind of ridiculous joke was this! Who would believe it if other people heard about it?

“Chirp!” Tears leaked from the little white squirrel’s eyes, which were the size of croton seeds, in a human-like fashion. It stretched its short little forelimbs and dashed toward Qiao Mu in a burst with a “Savior, please hug me” expression.

Qiao Mu was rendered speechless.

The little white squirrel reacted super fast and used Qiao Mu’s white dress to climb up agilely. When it reached her back, its head burrowed into the nape of her neck and rubbed against it.

“Squeak.” The little white squirrel was grabbing onto a strand of her long hair while wagging its giant fluffy tail behind it and looked like it was inexplicably drunk.