Chapter 748: Chapter 748

The two people who were shouting at the elder, Ding Fan had seen before, they were Dongye and Ruo Ping, the Thai Boxing boxers that he had taught a lesson to previously.

Ding Fan really didn't know why those two would show up here, and even actively challenge the elder.

At this moment, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to probe the elder's cultivation. To his surprise, the elder's cultivation was incredibly high, at the Peak of the Earth Level, and was shrouded in an evil aura.

It seemed elder, who looked as frail as withered grass, must be the Poison King...

At this time, although Dongye and Ruo Ping were shouting by the side, the elder didn't even respond. He simply quietly observed the ruins. His expression, contrary to what one might expect, did not show sadness or anything of the like; rather, he seemed to take great pleasure in it.

"Old man, I think you are scared, aren't you? If you don't want to die, kneel down and say that Huaxia martial arts are inferior to Thai Boxing, then engrave these words on your body... and then we will let you go..." Dongye revealed his thick arms, threatening the elder.

The elder's expressionless gaze shifted in this direction. "Are your arms very thick?"

Dongye smiled smugly at this moment. "Let me tell you, my fists are very powerful, I can smash a stone to pieces with one punch."

The elder now seemed very patient. "A stone? Is the size of a fist sufficient?"

Dongye's lips curled up slightly. "Of course!"

"Dongye, your arm..." Just at this moment, Ruo Ping, who was beside Dongye, shouted at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Dongye was taken aback, but when he looked down and saw his arm, he immediately panicked.

At this time, Dongye's very muscular arm had turned green, and the green was spreading slowly.

Ding Fan saw this scene very clearly from the corner. The symptoms displayed by Dongye were clearly those of poisoning. Ding Fan couldn't help but admire the Poison King's skill at this moment.

As a cultivator at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, Ding Fan had not seen how the Poison King had administered the poison...

"What's wrong with you..." Ruo Ping was very nervous at this moment.

Dongye hastily ripped his shirt to shreds, and, as expected, the green had already spread to his upper body. The speed at which the green spread was extremely fast, and in no time, Dongye was entirely covered in green.

Boom... Soon after, Dongye's body exploded like a bomb, spraying green liquid all over the ground...

"Ah..." Ruo Ping, standing by the side, started crying and screaming out of fear.

This scene was simply too horrific: A living person had turned into a pool of green liquid in an instant, without leaving behind a piece of flesh or a single bone.

This was entirely beyond Ruo Ping's comprehension.

"You haven't told me yet how wonderful your Thai Boxing is..." the elder said, looking at Ruo Ping.

"I... I..." Ruo Ping frantically gestured with his hands.

But, when Ruo Ping saw his own right hand, his face turned deathly pale; his fingers had begun to slowly turn green.

At this moment, Ruo Ping was as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He pulled out a short knife from his bosom and, without hesitation, chopped off his own arm.

After severing his arm, Ruo Ping didn't dare to say another word and turned to run.

However, Ruo Ping didn't get far at all, not even out of Ding Fan's sight, before his entire body exploded as well, turning into a puddle of green liquid...

Ding Fan's expression involuntarily grew solemn.

The method of poisoning was so ingenious; the person before him was truly worthy of the title Poison King.

"Since you are already here, please come out," the elder called out to Ding Fan, who was hiding in the corner.

Since the elder had discovered him, Ding Fan no longer hid; he came out directly from the corner.

"Group 3567 has indeed made impressive progress over the past two years; you can be considered a formidable character. To possess the cultivation of Level Five or Six of the Earth Level at such a young age... truly remarkable..." The withered elder spoke to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan could adjust the Magic Artifact that concealed his cultivation, displaying only Level Five of the Earth Level at the moment.

Although this was much lower compared to Ding Fan's actual cultivation, for someone of his age to have such cultivation was still astonishing to many.

"It seems you are the Poison King," Ding Fan said indifferently.

The Poison King nodded. "Good cultivation, excellent bones, and such boldness... So many people tremble at the mere sight of this old poisoner, and yet after having witnessed my use of poison, you remain so calm and composed... For that alone, I appreciate you..."

You must know that if anyone else were to see the Poison King poison two men to death, they would undoubtedly be terrified. A former martial artist at the Peak of the Earth Level was even driven mad with fear...

But Ding Fan, despite his youth, was unfazed. Therefore, the Poison King's words were genuinely heartfelt. There were not many who could remain as calm as Ding Fan...

"I'm getting old..." At this moment, the Poison King suddenly sighed. "Even if one advances to the Heavenly Level, one cannot escape the fate of falling into the Six Paths of Reincarnation..."

Ding Fan just quietly regarded the Poison King.

"Young man," the Poison King addressed Ding Fan. "I offer you a chance; I have decided to take you as my disciple... This kind of grace isn't available just any time."

Take him as a disciple?

Ding Fan snorted lightly. To neglect his rightful Cultivation and instead follow this withered old man to study poisons?

And in the end, to turn into something neither human nor ghost...

"I've come here today to capture you. Thirty years ago, outside of Zhangzhou City, you poisoned an entire village of more than three hundred people. Today, it's time to account for that blood debt," Ding Fan said evenly, paying no heed to the Poison King's words.

After hearing Ding Fan's words, the Poison King was taken aback.

"Boy, do you know how many people in the world want to be my disciple and I refuse them? Today, I am granting you the favor of taking you as my disciple, and yet you are so ungrateful..." the Poison King's countenance became grave as he spoke.

The Poison King wasn't lying; many in the Ancient Martial World indeed wish to prostrate themselves before him to learn his art of using poison.

It's just that the Poison King was aloof and never took disciples...

Whoosh... Ding Fan drew out his Nine Profound Iron. "Perhaps once you know my name, you'll realize you've taken the wrong person..."

The Poison King looked at Ding Fan. "Oh? Let's hear it then, what is your name..."

Ding Fan had no intention of hiding his name.

A battle was inevitable today, so why bother concealing it?

Upon hearing this name, the Poison King's expression indeed became serious, and his lifeless eyes brightened.

"The son who slew the leader of the Myriad Demon Sect, repeatedly foiling the sect's schemes..." As the Poison King said this, he glanced at the ruins. "It seems Bian Zhimu was also killed by you, wasn't he?"

Ding Fan nodded his head.

"Youngster, you truly are extraordinary... To deal with you, Bian Zhimu summoned me from the Headquarters and even thought to team up with Hua Zhimo against you..." The Poison King remarked, sizing up Ding Fan once more. "It seems you're quite remarkable."

At this moment, Ding Fan could distinctly sense an unusual scent.

This odor was different from the normal air; as a Cultivator, Ding Fan's senses were sharper than ordinary people's, and being at the Foundation Establishment Stage allowed him to detect it beforehand.

"Master... this old monster is releasing poison..." Duorou communicated with Ding Fan using Divine Sense.

Ever since swallowing the Demon Core of the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast, Duorou and Zizi had been cultivating in the Small World. It seemed Duorou came out to help upon sensing danger.

"Master, let me assist you..."

Thereupon, Duorou directly emerged from the Small World and promptly perched on Ding Fan's shoulder.

After consuming the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast, Duorou's cultivation had indeed improved.

Ding Fan scanned with his Divine Sense and ascertain that Duorou's cultivation should have reached Grade Eight of Enlightenment. It was notable that before this, Duorou was merely at Grade Three of Enlightenment.

Jumping five grades... From this, one could see just how formidable the Demon Core of the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast was.

It was no wonder then why Wang Gang coveted the Demon Core of that Crimson Flame Spirit Beast—it was indeed too precious...

An Enlightened Spiritual Beast of Grade Eight wasn't just rare on Earth, but also scarcely found in the Cultivation World, and the Poison King's gaze became fixed upon seeing Duorou.

"A spiritual beast? You actually have an Enlightened spiritual beast..."

The cultivation resources on Earth were extremely limited, and even ensuring one's own cultivation was already quite difficult, not to mention cultivating a spiritual beast.

And yet, Ding Fan's spiritual beast had cultivated to the Transformation Stage...

For a moment, the Poison King's eyes lit up.

"You old poisoner, you think we wouldn't notice the poison you released? Let me tell you, with me, the clever and sharp Duorou here, don't even think about using poison to secretly attack our master..." Duorou, with his plump little body, stood on Ding Fan's shoulder, hands on hips, and commanded authoritatively.

When the Poison King heard Duorou speak, his expression was once again shocked.

An Enlightened Spiritual Pet could listen to its master and speak some simple words. But it was impossible for one to speak as freely and eloquently as Duorou...

From this, one might infer... Duorou's cultivation was probably profound, profound to an extent that he found difficult to comprehend...

While the Poison King was shocked by Duorou's heaven-defying cultivation, at that moment, a fiery red figure burst forth directly from Ding Fan's Small World.

When the figure emerged, it was only the size of a thumb, but it rapidly expanded, eventually growing to the size of an average human.

Flushed with fiery red fur, the figure was robust, with crimson eyes and sharp fangs at the corners of its mouth...

Looking at the figure, who else could it be but Zizi...

But now, Zizi lacked the cuteness of the Enlightenment Stage; instead, it resembled an Asura from hell, fierce and terrifying...

"Transformation Stage..." Ding Fan was astonished. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥

After the Enlightenment Stage came the Transformation Stage; once the Ink Monkey reached the Transformation Stage, it would begin to manifest combat power.

Ding Fan probed the Ink Monkey's combat strength with his Divine Sense, and now its fighting power was undoubtedly no less than a Martial Artist at the Human Level Peak...

Though the Ink Monkey's cultivation was still not high, Ding Fan believed that with further training, his combat power would skyrocket in a straight line.

Ding Fan was astonished, and the Poison King on the other side was even more so.

The fact that Ding Fan had an Enlightened Spiritual Pet had already greatly shocked the Poison King; now, another Transformation Stage Ink Monkey had appeared...

For these two spiritual beasts to upgrade to this extent, it must have required substantial resources... Even the Poison King would find it difficult to sustain two such pets.

And yet, Ding Fan had boldly raised two at once, and their cultivation levels were quite formidable.

"Zizi, your cultivation is inadequate, what are you doing out here?" Duorou, standing atop Ding Fan's shoulder, addressed Zizi.

"If you can help the master, naturally, I should help the master too..." The Ink Monkey cocked its neck and said grimly.