Chapter 9: Flying Fire Meteor

"who?"

After all, Feng Xu was a master of fighting in the world. He was startled when he noticed someone was attacking him. He immediately reacted, twisted his body, and then kicked Yang Che in the wrist.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Yang Che's eyes, and he turned his claws into fists and struck Feng Xu forcefully.

There was a sudden numbness in his fist, followed by pain. Yang Che immediately jumped back and took advantage of the situation to quickly take the box containing the fine needle in another pile of rocks next to him.

"Who are you?"

Feng Xucai was poisoned. Although he took the antidote, before the remaining poison disappeared, he used his true energy to aggravate the poisonous injury.

Yang Che didn't say anything, but silently opened the box and took out a handful of fine needles. Thinking about Mr. Wei's technique of using hidden weapons, he jerked his hand and threw the fine needle towards Feng Xu.

The thin needle flew to nowhere and disappeared silently into the darkness.

Feng Xu couldn't see Yang Che's face clearly, but when he saw Yang Che flicking his hand, he became alert and instinctively retreated backwards.

"Um?"

Feng Xu suddenly felt a pain in his leg, as if he had been stabbed hard by something.

He didn't dare to use his true energy rashly, so he simply ran directly out of the mine.

However, before he ran very far, his legs suddenly gave way and he fell to the ground, while cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When Yang Che saw Feng Xu suddenly fall, he took the opportunity to throw out another thin needle. This time, most of it pierced Feng Xu's back directly.

Then Yang Che picked up a piece of gravel nearby and hit Feng Xu hard on the back of the head.

With a 'bang', poor Feng Xu didn't even see Yang Che's appearance clearly, and he died in Yang Che's hands by some strange combination of circumstances.

This was Yang Che's first time to kill someone. When he saw Feng Xu's death, he felt his stomach churn, and it took him a long time to get used to it.

Picking up the piece of jade, Yang Che put it against his forehead, and suddenly felt countless words miraculously pouring into his mind, making him dizzy.

"this……"

Yang Che was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

The information contained in this thing, which Feng Xu called a 'jade slip', was actually a mysterious formation called the 'Tai Xuan Hidden Light Formation'.

And those thin needles and boxes are a complete set of the top-level magic weapon 'Flying Bolide'.

Among them, there are three hundred and sixty thin needles called "Flying Fire Needles".

These flying fire needles can form a Taixuan Hidden Light Array, inject mana, and control it with divine consciousness to become a very powerful trapping and killing array.

Yang Che had never heard of formations or magic weapons before, but based on various known information, he had already guessed that this magic weapon was probably a weapon for immortal cultivators.

But he actually used it as an ordinary concealed weapon before, which is funny when he thinks about it.

Moreover, from this jade slip, Yang Che learned that ‘spiritual consciousness’ should be the special thought that he felt was getting stronger and stronger.

The journey of cultivating immortals is really wonderful. Unfortunately, there are too many things I don’t understand. It would be great if I could join a sect that cultivates immortals. Thinking like this, Yang Che felt his heart become even hotter.

But before that, he had to quickly find those 'Flying Fire Needles'.

The method of finding it is also very simple, because this boxy box is also a matching magic weapon, called the Meteor Box.

Directly injecting mana, the meteor box immediately flashed red, and then the scattered flying needles in the mine, including the flying needles that pierced Feng Xu's body, all flew back into the meteor box automatically.

Yang Che took out one of the flying fire needles and injected it with magic power. The light on it flashed and it trembled in the palm of his hand.

He used Mr. Wei's hidden weapon technique and threw the needle out violently. A burst of black light flashed across, and the flying fire needle completely penetrated the hard stone wall and disappeared.

"Mana, spells, magic weapons..."

Yang Che seemed to understand something, and after thinking about it silently for a long time, he used the meteor box to take back the flying fire needle.

Then, Yang Che tried to form the Taixuan Hidden Light Formation, but unfortunately it ended in failure.

It seems that because his current cultivation level is too low, his spiritual consciousness is weak, and his magic power is also weak. He cannot even control the minimum thirty-six flying fire needles required by the Taixuan Hidden Light Array at the same time.

But he also vaguely felt that there seemed to be more than just a problem of mana and spiritual consciousness. He always felt that something was missing, and he had no clue after thinking for a long time.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Yang Che stopped doing useless work. The harvest tonight was already huge, which made him overjoyed.

He finally no longer worried that his strength was too low, so he retrieved all the items hidden in different abandoned mines one by one and put them into his arms.

The sky turned white, and it was almost dawn.

Yang Che returned to the stone house where the tools were stored. Along the way, he hesitated whether to tell Mr. Wei about Jia Yunzhi and Feng Xu.

But in the end, Yang Che decided not to say anything, and just practiced silently for a few more days. When his cultivation reached the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, he would not stay here no matter what.

As for Mr. Wei, he didn't have any good intentions towards himself. Although he was indeed somewhat kind to himself, agreeing to help him test the poison was considered as repaying the kindness.

If he hadn't had the 'Qingxin Pill', the residual poison remaining in his body after the poison test would have disfigured him long ago, and even left serious hidden dangers that he couldn't foresee.

Fortunately, because he practiced the Chaos Art of Heaven and Earth, the venom from these poison tests could be absorbed by him to increase the strength of his physical body. It's a blessing in disguise.

Everything is business as usual.

After that, Yang Che would go into the remote dense forest late every night, and repeatedly practice Wei Lao's hidden weapon techniques.

Mr. Wei asked him to test poison less and less. After another month, Mr. Wei told him that the poison test was over.

And late at night the next day after the poison test ended, Mr. Wei was assassinated again by an unknown person. This time, the assassins were still two people.

Wei Lao's two fists were unable to defeat the four, and he finally forced the two of them to retreat by using the life-saving poison technique, while he himself was seriously injured.

Yang Che saw all this while hiding in the dark, but he did not choose to help.

Apart from avenging his grandfather and cultivating immortality, Yang Che was not interested in anything else, nor did he want to risk the 'secrets' he possessed being exposed in any way.

On this day, the stone house where Mr. Wei lived was in front of his bed.

Yang Che stood quietly, watching Mr. Wei half-lying on the bed with a listless spirit. His eyes were calm and untroubled.

"Yang Che, I promised you. If you test the poison for me, I will ensure that you enter the inner gate of Wumen."

Mr. Wei coughed even more violently. He tremblingly took out two letters from his arms and handed them to Yang Che. He continued: "Take these two letters and go to Wumen to find the eldest lady Wu Qingxuan. After she read the letters, I will accept you into the inner gate of Wumen.”

Yang Che took the letter and remained silent. Since I gave two letters, I guess Mr. Wei still has something to trust.

As expected, after being silent for a while, Old Wei Yongzheng smiled bitterly and said, "You kid, sometimes I really can't see through you. I don't know who I learned from at such a young age to be so smart."

"Mr. Wei, if you have any entrustment, please make it clear. If I can do it, I will not refuse, and I will repay all your kindness." Yang Che said very calmly.

Mr. Wei was stunned for a moment, and then the bitterness on his face became more intense: "Yang Che, these two letters, one is a letter from me to protect you from entering Wumen, and the other is a prescription for antidote. You must first protect you from me." Give the letter to the eldest lady. If...in case...Wumen doesn't accept you, you don't need to give this letter with the antidote."

When Yang Che heard this, there was a strange color in his eyes: "Mr. Wei..."

"You have a good talent. If I hadn't been poisoned or seriously injured by someone's assassination, I would have planned to accept you as my disciple. However, I had already expected what would happen to me one day."

Mr. Wei coughed for a while, then took out a thick book and handed it to Yang Che and said: "My whole life's research on 'poison' is in this scripture. If you are interested, you can pick some to study. If you are not interested, help me Find someone to pass it on to him."

Yang Che felt complicated. He took the 'Poison Scripture' and nodded: "If there is a chance, I will help you find a successor."

Mr. Wei smiled, closed his eyes, and passed away.

Yang Che bowed to Mr. Wei, turned around and walked out of the stone house.

He knew that someone would come to take care of Mr. Wei's funeral, and before he left Xingshan Mine, he naturally had to go to the foreman Zhao, Zhao Min, to settle the score.