Chapter 267: Chapter 135: Terrifying Taotie Lin Xuankong, Convergence at the Burial Grounds
Third Princess Xiaoo Ying’Er, in her urgency, urged the Demon Sparrow into a phantom streak and flew directly towards Lin Xuankong. In the blink of an eye, she arrived near Lin Xuankong’s Corpse Scorpion.
At this moment, the Tier Seven Corpse Scorpion, controlled by Lin Xuankong, had already stopped in mid-air. A wisp of green corpse Poisonous Fog slowly drifted half a foot in front of him. Lin Xuankong was gazing at that wisp of Poisonous Fog thoughtfully.
Seeing this, the anxiety on Xiaoo Ying’Er’s pretty face dissipated. She lightly leaped from the Demon Sparrow onto the back of the Corpse Scorpion Lin Xuankong was riding and quickly walked towards him. "Mr. Mu, these Poisonous Fogs are extremely unpredictable. Now that we’ve reached this place, you absolutely must not fly quickly. You need to be careful and cautious..."
Unfortunately, before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw Lin Xuankong reach out, cup some Poisonous Fog in his hands, and begin to scrutinize it.
Third Princess Xiaoo Ying’Er’s face froze in an instant, stunned where she stood. "Mr. Mumu, this... these Poisonous Fogs cannot be touched!"
The others, including Hua Yanluo and the maid Qiing, were all equally astonished. They stared at Lin Xuankong, who had cupped the Poisonous Fog in his hands, as if looking at a madman.
Lin Xuankong, after sensing it carefully, gently exhaled and blew the Poisonous Fog from his hand away.
A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. He hadn’t guessed wrong. With his impressive Immortal Tier Poison Resistance, even the Poisonous Fog of a Tier Nine Perfect Corpse Scorpion wouldn’t affect him in the slightest!
These Ninth-Layer Perfection Poisonous Fogs, after touching them, aside from a slight corpse stench, were almost the same as ordinary clouds to him!
"Is your Cultivation starting to drop, Mr. Mu?" Xiaoo Ying’Er rushed to Lin Xuankong’s side, her pretty face showing signs of anxiety.
Lin Xuankong turned to look at Xiaoo Ying’Er. Seeing her pretty face filled with tension, he shook his head and said, "Perhaps the amount of contact was too little, so my Cultivation didn’t drop. Besides, I’ve taken some special Treasures that can neutralize various poisons, so I should be fine!"
Hearing him say this, Xiaoo Ying’Er showed a face full of doubt. "Really? Are there actually Treasures that can neutralize the poison of a Tier Nine Perfect Corpse Scorpion?"
Lin Xuankong smiled without speaking. He definitely wasn’t lying. His Immortal Tier Poison Resistance was indeed the result of consuming the Ghost Frog Eggs!
But Xiaoo Ying’Er obviously still didn’t believe him. She stared at Lin Xuankong carefully, continuously sensing his aura. She feared he might drop to the Fifth Layer, Fourth Layer, or even the Third Layer, then the First Layer, in the next moment!
The others also wore expressions of doubt, looking at his hand, then at his face.
Lin Xuankong smiled and said, "If you all don’t believe it, you can try!"
Try?
Xiaoo Ying’Er decisively shook her head. Only a fool would try!
Hua Yanluo and the maid Qiing also shook their heads repeatedly.
Lin Xuankong smiled at the corners of his mouth. It seemed that the people of the Royal Family and the Celestial Sect weren’t that easy to fool... Back in the Demon-Suppressing Valley, when he demonstrated his poison resistance, some Martial Cultivators from the Han Family had believed it and tried it themselves. But the Third Princess, Hua Yanluo, Qiing, and the others didn’t fall for it!
However, he quickly thought of something. "Ying’Er, you seemed extremely anxious just now. Were you that worried about me?"
Hearing this, Xiaoo Ying’Er’s expression turned dazed.
"Not... not that anxious!
Actually, if Elder Hua or Qiing got poisoned, I would certainly be a bit anxious too!"
Lin Xuankong joked, "Is that so? I thought it was because of me that Ying’Er was especially anxious!"
Xiaoo Ying’Er gazed at him intently. "In any case, Ying’Er still hopes that Mr. Mu doesn’t touch the Poisonous Fog casually anymore. This time it might be because the contact was brief or the fog sparse, but next time, you might drop in Realm instantly, and it could take years to recover!"
Lin Xuankong nodded slightly. Then he turned to look towards the Secret Realm Center, contemplating.
They were still hundreds of miles from the Secret Realm Center. Third Princess Xiaoo Ying’Er was determined to follow him, and they had to avoid the Poisonous Fog and fly slowly. If they continued to evade the Poisonous Fog and travel at this pace, it would likely take two days to arrive. Missing the chance to refine the Celestial Demon Bone would be disastrous!
Meanwhile, Hua Yanluo and the maid Qiing on the Demon Sparrow were already stunned. It wasn’t because Lin Xuankong hadn’t been poisoned by the small amount of Poisonous Fog, but because Lin Xuankong actually dared to call the Third Princess "Ying’Er"!
Besides Emperor Xiao of Great Xia and the Celestial Sect Leader, who else dared to call the Third Princess ’Ying’Er’? And a young man at that?
Hua Yanluo couldn’t help but recall the several Hours Lin Xuankong and Xiaoo Ying’Er had spent alone in a cave. This Celestial Sect Elder suddenly felt a pain in her heart.
It felt as if the fresh, tender cabbage she had carefully nurtured for over a decade had been despoiled by some wild boar that appeared out of nowhere! Moreover, judging by the intimacy of this address and the Third Princess’s apparent indifference, it seemed the cabbage had been despoiled quite thoroughly, utterly ravaged!
Hua Yanluo couldn’t help but clutch her chest, turning her face away from the two on the back of the Corpse Scorpion, not wanting to look at them anymore. Too heartbreaking! The Third Princess’s status was so exalted! And what status did this wild boar, from who knew where, possess? How could these two possibly be together!
The maid Qiing widened her eyes. She felt as if her once bright and fresh world had suddenly darkened. Maybe, possibly, it felt like the sky was falling!
As the Third Princess’s close maid, she had imagined countless times who Her Highness’s future Prince Consort would be. Perhaps a Saint Heir from some great Immortal Sect, or even an Immortal himself... Yet, here was the Third Princess, so intimate with an unknown common man? Ying’Er, Ying’Er! Ying’Er?