vstars Chapter 160 Big Brother, I'm One of My Own People
Chapter 160 Big Brother, I'm One of My Own People
The sharpened soil and rocks underground were deeply embedded in Kongming's body, causing him to grimace.
"Duanmu Qing, you bastard! We were sworn brothers, yet you dared to plot against me!"
After Kongming clearly heard the voice of the black-robed Golden Core cultivator, his facial expression became strange, but he felt slightly relieved.
After all, the Sima family is not to be trifled with; once captured, there's no chance of escape.
All signs indicate that Duanmu Qing and his companion did not intend to take Kongming's life, so Kongming shouted.
"Hmph...! You still remember our sworn brotherhood? You almost killed me back in the Yuan capital!" Duanmu Qing sneered and shouted.
Kongming felt a little guilty upon hearing this and said, "Brother Duanmu has misunderstood me..."
"Vice Pavilion Master, my good brother here is always stubborn as a mule. Please, sir, increase your magic power a bit more so he can understand the wickedness of this world!"
With a dark expression, Duanmu Qing cupped his hands respectfully to the Nascent Soul expert and said...
"Duanmu Qing, are you even human? If it weren't for me, could you have achieved such great merit? And how could you be swaggering around by this Nascent Soul senior's side?"
Upon hearing that Duanmu Qing wanted to use ruthless methods against the Nascent Soul cultivator, Kongming immediately began to curse.
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Qing's expression softened slightly. He cleared his throat and said, "Brother, do you know you're in deep trouble? That's why I asked the Vice Pavilion Master to help you. I never expected you to be so ungrateful, running away before we even met!"
Kongming dared not believe Duanmu Qing's words. The power behind this person was mysterious and unpredictable, and he even had a Nascent Soul cultivator backing him up.
Knowing that the only publicly acknowledged Nascent Soul level experts in various countries were the patriarchs of the three major sects, Kongming couldn't help but feel wary.
However, being trapped underground and unable to move forward or backward is not a good solution.
"My dear brother, how was I supposed to know it was you? I just went through a fierce battle and was hoping you'd come to my rescue! Um... senior, you're... one of my own!"
As soon as Kongming finished speaking, a stream of magical power shot out from the Nascent Soul cultivator's hand. Kongming felt the pressure on his body lighten, and the binding sensation of those sharp stones and earth instantly disappeared.
He was just about to stretch his body when he found himself bursting out of the ground and being lifted into the air by the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Greetings, Senior!"
Kongming bowed deeply, showing no temper whatsoever towards a Nascent Soul cultivator, no matter how powerful he was.
Duanmu Qing, who was standing to the side, immediately cast a disdainful look at him.
"You are Zhuge Kongming?"
The Nascent Soul cultivator spoke coldly, his gaze, hidden within his black robe, sweeping over Kong Ming as if trying to see through him.
Kongming felt as if he had a thorn in his side, but dared not make the slightest move.
"It's the junior."
Kongming lowered his head and answered in a calm tone, while inwardly he was rapidly calculating the man's purpose.
"Could the problem lie with that counterfeit Jade Void Seal?"
"It shouldn't be..."
Kongming was filled with a thousand thoughts. Facing such a Nascent Soul expert, the slightest mistake would mean annihilation.
To everyone's surprise, the Nascent Soul cultivator nodded slightly, "I've heard a little about your abilities. For a mere Golden Core cultivator like you to be able to control the Jade Cauldron and the Heavenly Thunder Sects, and even push the Biyou Sect to the brink of destruction, you're quite something..."
"Senior, you flatter me. I had no choice; I was forced by circumstances!"
Kongming hurriedly explained, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. It was best to be cautious until the situation was clear.
"Hmph! Forced by circumstances? You ambushed my disciples and then stole 500,000 warhorses from the An family. Your methods are astonishing!" the black-robed man sneered.
"Senior, it is true that An Lushan's warhorse was taken, but the plot to assassinate my brother Duanmu is a huge injustice. That day..."
"Alright! Let's not talk about those things anymore. Today I want to ask you, do you want to live?"
Kongming wanted to explain further, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man in black robes.
He secretly glanced at Duanmu Qing, but the sixth brother acted as if it were none of his business, which made Kongming's teeth ache with hatred.
He then cupped his hands towards the Nascent Soul cultivator and said, "Even ants try to survive, so of course I want to live. May I ask what your conditions are, senior?"
The Nascent Soul cultivator gave Duanmu Qing a subtle wink.
Hehehe...
Duanmu Qing immediately stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face, and said, "Brother, you're in luck! This is my sect's ultimate tonic pill. Take it, and you'll be one of us from now on!"
As Duanmu Qing spoke, he took out a blood-red pill from his body and handed it to Kongming.
"Um!"
Seeing that Kongming was hesitant to accept the pill, the Nascent Soul cultivator's voice came from under his black robe, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Brother, eat it quickly! I heard from Sister Qingluan that you have a hidden ailment, and this pill is good for that!"
Duanmu Qing forcefully shoved the blood-red pill into Kongming's hand and said.
"You're such a good older brother! You always think of your younger brother first. How can I ever thank you enough!"
Kongming said through gritted teeth, but his heart was filled with vigilance towards the elixir.
He knew very well that in the cultivation world, many forces used slow-acting poison pills to control others, and this pill was no exception!
Kongming gripped the pill tightly; the blood-red pill seemed to have a life of its own, faintly emanating an eerie aura.
Kongming's hand trembled slightly, indicating that this elixir was no ordinary pill.
But the warning gaze from the Nascent Soul cultivator beside him felt like a thorn in his back, and Duanmu Qing tried to persuade him again.
Kongming knew that if he didn't take this poison pill today, there would be no way to escape unscathed.
He took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, and slowly put the pill into his mouth.
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a scalding and domineering power instantly swept through his body.
The power was like surging magma, rushing along his meridians. Kongming's face turned deathly pale instantly, the veins on his forehead bulged, his body trembled involuntarily, cold sweat poured down his face, and every inch of his skin felt as if it were being burned by fire.
Then, it felt as if a million venomous snakes were gnawing at his meridians, and he was immediately dragged into an endless abyss of ice, where burning, chilling, and pain intertwined.
Kongming's face was contorted with pain, his lips were bitten and bleeding.
Ah!
Kongming let out a miserable cry. The pain was indescribable; only those who had experienced it firsthand knew how terrible it was.
He clenched his teeth, and in the excruciating pain, his consciousness began to blur, as if he were hovering on the edge of life and death.
"Hahaha... How does my Blood Demon Pill from Blood Drop Pavilion taste, my good brother?"
Duanmu Qing, who was standing to the side, was overjoyed to see Kongming fall into his trap.
Kongming's eyes were bloodshot, and the hatred in them shot towards Duanmu Qing as if it were a tangible force. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Duanmu, you old thief, I called you elder brother, and you actually betrayed me like this..."
He wanted to rush over and fight Duanmu Qing to the death, but his body was weak and powerless due to the effects of the Blood Demon Pill. He took a step and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust...