Bai Yingyue glared with her beautiful eyes and snorted, "That old dog clearly has bad intentions. What he gave you is not a treasure at all; consuming it will only endanger your life."
Hearing this, Luo Fancheng's pupils contracted as he looked down at the small bottle in his hand, where a crimson liquid flowed.
"Isn't this dragon blood?"
"It is dragon blood, but it's laced with poison," Bai Yingyue explained. "When dragon-type soul beasts are tortured and killed, their resentment seeps into their blood. Refining this blood filled with resentment produces this small bottle of Resentful Dragon Poison."
"If you ingest this Resentful Dragon Poison, not only will your cultivation foundation be destroyed, but your spirit will also be corroded by resentment."
Long Tao, listening from the side, felt a chill run through his body. "What a vicious method, but why would the Fourth Worshipper want to harm him?"
Luo Fancheng turned his questioning gaze to Di Weiyang.
She nodded slightly. "This is indeed Resentful Dragon Poison."
With the Female Pope's confirmation, Luo Fancheng had no more doubts. His five fingers tightened, gripping the small bottle firmly as a surge of anger rose within him.
No grievances or enmity, yet they want to harm me, all while showing a face of false benevolence.
How dare that old dog deceive me like this!
Luo Fancheng etched this grudge into his heart, unable to find peace until he settled it. The injustice was too great.
"Bang!"
His fingers exerted too much force, causing the small bottle to shatter, glass shards cutting his palm as the crimson liquid splattered out.
Bai Yingyue exclaimed, "Even contact with the blood is dangerous!"
"Damn! Even contact with the blood is no good?"
"This is bad!"
Upon hearing this, Long Tao and the others panicked, and Luo Fancheng also grew anxious.
He hadn't expected that after awakening his Martial Soul, his strength would increase so much that he could accidentally crush the small bottle.
Now that the Resentful Dragon Poison had come into contact with his blood, it was too late to shake it off.
Damn! What kind of situation is this?
Luo Fancheng was both amused and exasperated, his mindset cracking. Was he about to challenge the most foolish way for a transmigrator to die?
Just as the Female Pope and Su Jiuer, who was hiding among the crowd, were about to intervene, soul light suddenly surged from Luo Fancheng's palm, and the Little Mudfish Martial Soul appeared automatically.
The palm-sized Little Mudfish opened its mouth, generating a suction force out of thin air, absorbing all the Resentful Dragon Poison that had contaminated Luo Fancheng's wound.
Luo Fancheng was shocked.
I was trying to avoid it, and you went ahead and absorbed it willingly?
Are you afraid I won't die fast enough?
Sensing the greed and excitement from the Little Mudfish Martial Soul, Luo Fancheng didn't hesitate much and made a decision with gritted teeth.
Absorb it, take it all in!
The mighty Chaos Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul, the ancestor of all dragons, couldn't possibly be defeated by a mere Resentful Dragon Poison.
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"Hiss—"
This is insane, even more ruthless than a ruthless person.
The sound of people gasping in surprise echoed around, leaving Long Tao, the Holy Maiden, and the villagers all stunned.
Didn't they say this thing was poisonous?
Why are you consuming it as if it were a delicacy?
In the blink of an eye, the Little Mudfish not only devoured the Resentful Dragon Poison on Luo Fancheng's palm but also didn't spare the drops that had fallen to the ground.
"Are you alright?"
Long Tao asked nervously. Though their contact had been brief, he was already captivated by the unique charisma emanating from Luo Fancheng.
"I'm fine." Luo Fancheng thought for a moment, then licked his lips and said, "Damn, not only am I fine, but I also feel a bit inexplicably excited."
"How is that possible!!!"
Bai Yingyue's mouth opened, her face showing reluctance as she said, "I've seen that Holy Son cruelly experiment with this Resentful Dragon Poison on prisoners in the Temple. A Soul Master over level forty screamed in agony, tearing his own face apart."
"Roar!"
At that moment, a blood-red miniature Resentful Dragon appeared, roaring fiercely.
The Little Mudfish, provoked, suddenly erupted with a special aura, and the blood-red Resentful Dragon, full of hostility, immediately wilted, devoured entirely by the Little Mudfish.
In an instant, a monochrome light burst forth, and within the light, the Little Mudfish's body rapidly extended and expanded, with scales growing on its surface.
"What is happening? What's going on!" Long Tao noticed that his fifth-grade Lizard Dragon Martial Soul was actually afraid of the special aura emanating from the Little Mudfish.
"This... could it be... the legendary Martial Soul evolution?" Bai Yingyue was once again deeply shocked by Luo Fancheng.
What kind of monster is he? Surviving the consumption of Resentful Dragon Poison is already outrageous, and now his Martial Soul has evolved?
Di Weiyang's phoenix eyes revealed a strange light, clearly not expecting such a turn of events where misfortune turned into fortune.
In the distance, Su Jiuer quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Her pretty face just showed a hint of joy when it suddenly turned cold again, her eyes boiling with killing intent as she quietly withdrew from the crowd and left.
"Swish!"
At this moment, the Little Mudfish's form expanded more than threefold, evolving from palm-sized to the size of a small snake, with fine scales appearing on its body, and the monochrome light surrounding it becoming noticeably deeper and more profound than before.
Luo Fancheng smiled.
This Martial Soul did not disappoint him; it was clearly much more imposing than before, quickly advancing from short and stubby to tall and mighty.
"Teacher, can Senior Brother's Martial Soul really evolve?" Bai Yingyue asked in amazement.
Di Weiyang frowned, "What Senior Brother? He's your Junior Brother."
Bai Yingyue shook the Female Pope's arm, pouting her red lips, "Teacher, I don't want a Junior Brother, I want a Senior Brother."
Di Weiyang ignored the Holy Maiden's coquettishness and raised her eyes, "Fancheng, your Martial Soul harbors a deep dragon might, with potential and rank that are definitely not low."
"If it can continue to evolve, it won't be weaker than the Holy Son's ninth-grade Seraph and Great Sun Illumination Martial Souls."
"We don't know yet if this Martial Soul can only evolve by devouring dragon blood or if it can also evolve by absorbing other energies."
Luo Fancheng nodded, listening intently.
As the Female Pope, her insight was naturally sharp. The Resentful Dragon was so fierce, yet it had no power to resist the Little Mudfish.
A Martial Soul that can evolve through devouring is something she had never heard of, having only seen this one instance. Even though Luo Fancheng's Martial Soul now seemed weak, its potential was undoubtedly limitless, though its ultimate limit was unknown, leaving her with a sense of expectation.
Di Weiyang said coolly, "Today, return home and bid farewell to your family. Tomorrow morning, I will wait for you here in the square to take you out for training."
"Alright." Luo Fancheng nodded, without any unnecessary words.
Di Weiyang's jade-like face showed satisfaction. Without waiting for Bai Yingyue to speak, she took her and shattered the void to leave.
Only then did the villagers dare to breathe deeply, erupting into fervent discussions. Many looked at Luo Fancheng with eyes full of envy, but there was no jealousy, mostly silent blessings.
Village Chief Lu Ren was extremely excited, looking at this child who had grown up in Yun Village, his heart surging. Yun Village might just produce a true dragon now!
Long Tao's tense body relaxed, "Benefactor Fancheng, I will never forget the favor of your enlightenment. I work at the Qing City branch of the Temple of Light; if you need my help, you can come find me directly."
"By the way! The Fourth Worshipper and the Holy Son are practically at the pinnacle of power on the Hunwu Continent. No matter how much you hate them, don't make them your enemies."
Long Tao felt a sense of powerlessness, clenching his fists and cursing in frustration, "Who the hell wouldn't hate people like them, but the situation is stronger than the person. If there's a chance, it's best to pretend nothing happened and turn enemies into friends."
"You're right, a mere grudge over poisoning isn't much," Luo Fancheng said with a benevolent smile, "I'm actually a very good-tempered person."
"That damn Fourth Worshipper was so kind to me, one day I will definitely repay his entire family, even the earthworms underground and the yolks in their shells will receive my regards."
Luo Fancheng was clearly smiling, his voice gentle, yet Long Tao couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill on his skin as he hurriedly took his leave.
"Hey, where did Aunt Su go?"
Luo Fancheng looked around but couldn't find her, feeling puzzled. She was here just now, so why did the beautiful woman suddenly disappear?
"Clop, clop—"
A luxurious carriage traveled along the quiet mountain path.
Inside, the Fourth Worshipper and Holy Son Huang Yan each had a hand resting on the head of a cooing woman. Their eyes were half-closed in sheer enjoyment as they admired the scenery along the way.
A graceful and fiery figure appeared silently in the void above, looking down coldly at the moving carriage.
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