Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 358 Bottleneck

Excessive blood loss.

A mild poison akin to powdered cartilage.

His body carried various kinds of toxins.

And interference from spiritual secrets.

Looking at Ji Yanran cradled in his arms, Yang Tian almost instantly assessed her condition.

But even though he had already confirmed his feelings for Ji Yanran, Yang Tian remained as calm as ever.

Thus, the blood cells extracted from the venomous snake were swiftly dispersed, directly infused into Ji Yanran’s body.

At that moment, Ji Yanran, who had been deathly pale, began to regain some color as her complexion grew more rosier, and her breathing gradually steadied.

"I am..."

Ji Yanran, drenched in blood, slowly opened her eyes, gazed at Yang Tian between blinking eyelids, and was immediately shocked. Her voice was faint and weak as she said, "Yang Tian? You... you... how did you..."

"I came to save you!" Yang Tian smiled tenderly and responded softly.

"Save me?"

Ji Yanran looked at Yang Tian’s smile and instantly shook her head, as if mocking herself, and muttered, "This must be an illusion. You’re dead. How could you possibly be here? You... you used to always look down on anyone outside of your family, never showing such a smile..."

"..."

Yang Tian felt a wave of embarrassment upon hearing this.

He hadn’t realized what kind of deep impression he had left on Ji Yanran.

But just as he was about to explain further, his expression suddenly shifted, knitting his brows together. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The sound of slow applause echoed, and a man with a gentle expression gradually stepped out of the shadows.

"Oh, well, isn’t that unexpected!"

The gentle man looked smilingly at the ground where the snake’s shattered remains lay and spoke, "I was wondering, who would so brazenly dare to eliminate my python? But I didn’t expect it to be you—sneaking in so quietly! Also, you didn’t make me wait long at all!"

"Waiting?"

Yang Tian heard the man’s words and immediately furrowed his brows.

Yang Tian was not surprised that the man seemed to understand him.

After all, the man’s aura was completely identical to Yang Tian’s own.

Due to the man’s presence, even Yang Tian’s force residing in his spatial pouch was becoming increasingly unstable.

Clearly, this man was the so-called "Poison God."

Within the Ji Clan, Yang Tian recognized that although Haowu was clearly a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, his Five Elements form had been altered by the Poisonous Maggots.

Strictly speaking, Haowu could also be considered a "Ghost God."

As Haowu was a progenitor of magic, naturally his magical forces would reach Yang Tian as well; understanding who Yang Tian was could not be considered surprising!

But catching the purpose behind Ghost God’s words—his targeting of Ji Yanran—what’s more, waiting here specifically for Yang Tian?

How had he known Yang Tian was still alive? And how did he know to capture Ji Yanran, anticipating Yang Tian’s arrival for a rescue?

This left Yang Tian somewhat perplexed.

But evidently, the maggot-like figure seemed to have seen through Yang Tian’s thoughts. He smiled and said, "Isn’t it obvious? Why am I certain you’re not dead? Did you forget the protective jade you gave to that woman?"

"The protective jade?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tian’s brows furrowed deeply. Had the maggot come to know he was alive because of the jade’s protective powers?

But the jade inherently carried Yang Yuan’s Devil Essence as part of its magic.

Unless their essences were aligned, the maggot shouldn’t have been able to perceive Yang Yuan’s aura through the Devil Essence.

At this thought, a sudden realization flashed across Yang Tian’s mind, and he muttered coldly, "Fan Xiu?"

"Hahaha!"

The Ghost God let out a burst of laughter before saying, "Correct! I am the ghost who masters the seventy-two branches of magical arts. Once, I thought I was merely a devilish heir among many inheritors in this world. But I did not anticipate encountering someone like you—someone who practices divine orthodoxy!"

With this statement, a gleam of greed sparkled in Ghost God’s eyes.

"So it truly is restorative poison arts?"

Yang Tian observed the greed within the Ghost God’s gaze, finally piecing together all the details.

The so-called "Gu Xiu" was vastly different from Miao Clan poison practitioners.

It was an extremely brutal method of cultivating one’s spirit—merging the cultivated poisonous maggots, and then abandoning the physical body.

The reason it was labeled "brutal" stemmed from abandoning one’s physical body being far from simple.

To become a Gu Xiu practitioner, one must first cultivate top-tier poisons—the Golden Silkworm—the refined core of those poisonous beings and insects!

Then, allow Heart Worms to devour your own flesh and blood bit by bit. Throughout this process, the maggot must endure unimaginable pain until the entirety of their flesh is consumed. Only then can the maggot merge its soul with the Heart Worm and become a true poisonous insect!

This self-mutilating technique created immense power.

A force strong enough to grant an almost immortal body!

By casting off flesh, the soul resides entirely within the Heart Worm. Once the process of poison refinement is complete, the Heart Worm may be unleashed like a baby entity, its strength approaching the late Yuanbao realm!

More importantly, the essence of poison cultivation lies solely in sustaining the insects. As long as the insects survive, the poisonous maggot practitioner can regrow a new body, ensuring survival!

Even amid countless transformations, the maggot’s soul may be preserved indefinitely, realizing the long lifespan Mahayana monks have always sought and failed to achieve!

Of course, all this information stemmed from Devil Devourer’s memories, but judging the difficulty of poison cultivation was not particularly challenging!

Even the practice of abandoning the body as described in Devil Devourer’s memories was considered abhorrent.

The essential message boiled down to an additional notion.

Recalling Devil Devourer’s memories, Yang murmured faintly, "Why did you take so long to locate the demon?"

"For what purpose? Haha! And who do you think my demon is?"

The Poison God smirked and continued, "I’ve roamed this earth as a magical cultivator for nearly 300 years. But since reaching the Nascent Soul foundation, I have failed to progress further. I thought perhaps practicing a magical branch like the seventy-two methods would suffice, yet it’s always remained merely a branch. Thus, I resorted to targeting certain disciples! Cultivating through their discoveries allowed marginal breakthroughs—enough to push me to the late Yuanbao stage. But...

"...after these years of cultivation, my growth has significantly weakened. I’m far from achieving the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, even further from dispersal at will. During this time, I sensed the pure Divine Essence Element within your jade—a sign of orthodox devil magic. A mere glimpse revived my hope to loosen the bottleneck constraining me. So...

"I will devour you!"

Yanyang Tian?

Upon hearing the name "Gu God," realization dawned.

Though she had only glimpsed the maggot briefly, during this period, the venomous aura of serpents had taught her about the maggot’s cruelty.

Though she couldn’t discern whether all this was genuine, knowing Yang Tian was truly alive stirred concern for him within her.

"Don’t worry, pathetic fool!"

Yang Tian smiled softly at Ji Yanran’s frightened expression and declared, "Let’s return to Binjiang. After dealing with him, I’ll marry you."

"Married... married?"

Ji Yanran froze upon hearing his words, momentarily forgetting her fear and staring at Yang Tian in utter confusion, unsure of his intentions.

Though Ji Yanran had long been in love with him, Yang Tian had previously remained indifferent, treating her no better than a casual acquaintance.

Why this sudden proposal of marriage?

The transformation was abrupt!

However, Ji Yanran was unaware of Yang Tian’s reasoning behind it all.

Until this poignant moment, he hadn’t realized his feelings for Ji Yanran.

Following these events—particularly after hearing her confessions while unconscious—Yang Tian had confronted his own heart!

Through years of wanderings, his weathered heart had been locked away. But at the moment Yanran entrusted him with that part of her soul, everything became clear. Yang Tian confirmed and embraced his determination.

He loved Ji Yanran; Ji Yanran loved him. So why not get married?

Though it was merely a symbolic gesture, it stood as Yang Tian’s unwavering resolve. He would declare through deed the dominance of heaven’s mythos.

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