Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 12 Poisonous Transformation

He transformed all the venom in the poison glands according to what he was taught.

Although the toxicity is converted quickly, the loss is enormous; a whole body of venom can only condense into a trace.

This is clearly not enough to escape, and if one cannot escape after using this method, it will be easy for the man to notice.

This opportunity only comes once.

Left with no other choice, he had to continue breathing in and out the thinning miasma to condense the basic venom and then transform it.

Outside the bamboo basket, the three continued walking, their conversation drifting over intermittently.

"Third Uncle, we shall leave the forest soon," Meng Yuanshan said respectfully.

"Hmm," Meng Shi replied casually, "We'll reach the village in another half an incense stick's time."

......

Zhang Nanfeng grew increasingly anxious.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer covered with decaying leaves, but a flat dirt road, with occasional pedestrians and carriages passing by. When everyone saw Meng Shi approaching, they all bowed and addressed him as "Third Master Meng".

Meng Shi did not look to the side, but merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and the pedestrians, as if granted a pardon, stepped back to the side of the road.

Meng Yuanshan followed behind, his back straightening even more unconsciously.

The hunting dog named Wutou had already run far away, seemingly to return to the village to report the news.

With the hunting dogs gone, Zhang Nanfeng felt a slight sense of urgency, though not a complete lack of it.

We're almost there; Mengjia Village is just ahead. If we don't escape now, we might never have another chance!

The poison in his abdomen finally condensed from a trickle into a single drop; though small, it was a desperate gamble.

He condensed the drop of "bone-dissolving" venom on the tip of his tongue, then gently licked it against the bamboo basket—

Miraculous effects!

Bamboo baskets contaminated with poison will rot and turn into flying debris.

Zhang Nanfeng tore through the basket with one claw and shot out.

Startled by the sound, Meng Shi slapped his palm, but only managed to grab nothing.

As soon as Zhang Nanfeng landed, he dashed wildly into the dense forest beside the road.

"Chase!"

Meng Shi suddenly sprang into action, followed closely by Meng Yuanshan and Meng Jinchuan, the three of them forming a triangular encirclement and pursuit.

However, without their hunting dogs, no matter how fast the three men were on their feet, how could they keep up with Zhang Nanfeng's speed in his desperate escape?

With just a few leaps and bounds, the golden shadow vanished without a trace.

Meng Shi gazed at the desolate forest, his face ashen.

Meng Yuanshan arrived breathlessly, and upon seeing the situation, bowed his head and apologized:

"Third Uncle, it's Yuanshan's fault for neglecting his duty..."

"It's not your fault." Meng Shi raised his hand to interrupt, still staring in the direction where Zhang Nanfeng had disappeared.

He glanced down at the bamboo basket at his waist, a hint of seriousness appearing in his eyes.

"It can even erode through the snake coiled around the bamboo... If such a spiritual seed can be subdued, the Meng family may be able to return to the ranks of the Thirty-Six Caves."

His tone was full of regret.

Meng Yuanshan also showed resentment, but Meng Jinchuan looked into the depths of the forest, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smile, before he lowered his eyes to hide his secret joy.

......

Zhang Nanfeng dared not stop for a moment.

The sounds of pursuit behind him had long since faded, but he dared not gamble. If he were captured again, he would have no second chance to escape.

I don't know how many miles I ran, but the sun was setting in the west, and the forest was tinged with a twilight yellow.

Zhang Nanfeng felt a burning pain in his lungs and his limbs were weak. He finally stopped under an ancient banyan tree.

He listened intently, and the only sounds around him were the chirping of insects, the singing of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

We are finally safe.

He gasped for breath as he dug a shallow hole beside the tree roots, curled up, and crawled inside. As his heartbeat gradually calmed, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet carefully observed the illusory realm, so he quickly focused his mind and looked inward.

The illusory realm reopened.

Ancient trees block out the sun, creating an eternal silence.

Suddenly, a toad's cry resounded through the heavens, and a giant toad fell from the sky, shaking the trees, startling the beasts, and causing the birds to scatter in all directions.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a figure stood out prominently.

His face was like jade, his lips like painted vermilion, and his eyes bulged out; he wore a purple-gold robe with toad-like eyes, which secretly shimmered with mysterious light.

He tilted his head back, his throat bobbing, inhaling and exhaling—

One swallow and mountains and rivers change color; one exhale and the sun and moon lose their light. From its mouth burst forth a thousand layers of miasma, from its nose drift ten thousand strands of yellow, which turn grass to ash upon contact, kill trees upon contact, cause birds to lose their wings where they fly by, and tear the internal organs of beasts that smell it.

High above, auspicious clouds surged, and countless celestial figures formed a battle array around the forest. The leader, holding a spirit hammer, glared angrily, yet hesitated on the clouds, not daring to advance.

Upon seeing this, the toad demon looked up to the sky and laughed loudly:

"Cultivating immortality through immortality or Buddhism is no match for a single poisonous toad from the Southern Continent!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Nanfeng was deeply moved and remained so for a long time.

That kind of power, that arrogance that made the immortals of the Nine Heavens dare not cross the line, was exactly what he longed for.

As I exited the illusory realm, a whisper clearly echoed from the depths of my soul:

"Poison is a formless form. A single drop can manifest in a thousand forms, and a single thought can create countless calamities."

Only after the words had faded did the name of the supernatural being finally reach one's ears—

"Ten Thousand Poisons Transformation"

Zhang Nanfeng silently recited the name of the supernatural power, feeling his blood surging.

This supernatural power has a clear illusory realm, complete incantations, and even the name is known in one's heart, making it far more complete than the supernatural power of the previous life.

Unlike the domineering Guai Feng, the Wan Du Transformation is unpredictable and ever-changing. The "Bone-Melting" Transformation that just pierced through the bamboo basket is one such transformation.

He suppressed his joy and focused his attention on the coccyx, searching for the strange wind supernatural power.

Upon entering the virtual realm, the scene was immediately fragmented.

The once majestic figure of the demon rat standing proudly atop the peak, breathing out strange winds, is now only a few scattered fragments.

......

Zhang Nanfeng withdrew from the virtual realm and remained silent for a long time.

His supernatural powers were already incomplete in his previous life, and now he has no incantations or whispers at all.

He couldn't help but feel regret, but he also understood the reasons behind it.

In this life, the rat and toad merged, diluting their bloodlines and consequently diminishing their supernatural powers—all of which is to be expected. To be able to preserve and refine them is perhaps already a stroke of luck.

Moreover, he had already memorized the refining method and the key to activating the wind's breath. He only needed to rely on his experience from his previous life to refine it slowly again.

However, the cultivation of supernatural powers by beasts has always been inseparable from their bloodline. The thickness of the ancestral bloodline inherited determines the upper limit of their supernatural power cultivation.

This principle had been mentioned to him by Su Chan in his previous life, and he himself had a deep understanding of it. It was all because in the last few months of his previous life, the strange wind became increasingly difficult to refine.

He sensed the two supernatural powers within his body, a mixture of joy and melancholy.

The good news is that the Myriad Poisons Transformation Divine Power is relatively complete, but the bad news is that the Strange Wind Divine Power can only reach a certain level.

That's it.

He shook off his distracting thoughts and was about to get up to hunt poisonous creatures for nourishment when a thought suddenly occurred to him—

Can these two supernatural powers be combined?

Poisonous wind? Wind poison?

Once this thought arises, it spreads like wildfire and becomes difficult to suppress.

If a strange wind were to carry the venom, allowing it to travel with the wind and penetrate everywhere, what a deadly method that would be! If it were to spread further with the power of the winds, countless lives would be lost within a hundred miles.

The more Zhang Nanfeng thought about it, the more rapid his breathing became.

If a rat can coexist with a toad, why shouldn't it possess supernatural powers?

He could no longer restrain himself and immediately tried to merge with it, but suddenly realized that there was no wind in his abdomen at this moment.

I wonder if the venom can be transformed into wind?

He immediately left the cave, hunted poisonous creatures to fill his belly with venom, and then began his experiments.

After several attempts, it actually worked!

He tried to stimulate it simultaneously.

Unexpectedly, the two forces collided and repelled each other as soon as they touched. The metal poison flowed back to the tip of the tongue, and the wind rushed through the meridians, causing numbness and pain all over the body.

This kind of forced melting is not a solution.

Zhang Nanfeng calmed his mind and, in a moment of inspiration, adjusted the method of stimulating the release.

He slowly inhaled and exhaled, drawing a strange wind to his throat. Once the wind had settled, he allowed the poison glands to slowly exude golden poison, using the wind to envelop the poison bead and gently blend it with his breath.

This time, the poisonous bead steadily merged into the wind, slowly swirling beneath the ancient banyan tree.