Chapter 907: Cultists of Witchcraft

Meng Yun’s original plan was to use numerical superiority to weaken Kai Xin’s strength, so she dispatched over two thousand elite members of the First Rank Hall to Shaolin. But what she didn’t expect was…
Kai Xin showed no sign of using the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” or the “Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Technique” at all. His swordsmanship was bold and aggressive, combined with the astonishing destructive power of his Dragon Slaying Sword, turning an area of dozens of meters into an absolute no-go zone. He effortlessly kept the threats from the First Rank Hall at bay, shattering Meng Yun’s initial plan to drain Kai Xin’s internal energy significantly.
First, Wei Zhen Tian… then Dao Zhen was defeated. Now even the members of the First Rank Hall themselves had lost their ability to resist. Meng Yun knew that if she didn’t bring out her backup plan now, even if every member of the First Rank Hall in Songshan Shaolin fought to the death, they would still be unable to do anything to Kai Xin.
As hundreds of people were about to be killed, Meng Yun sighed in disappointment, retreated with a grim expression, and quietly slipped back into the crowd. She approached a woman covered head to toe in a cloak, closely guarded by members of the First Rank Hall.
Before Meng Yun could speak, a beautiful and clear voice came from the woman:
“Sister, why would you become enemies with such people? You’re already extremely strong, and your backing forces are the best in the Central Plains…”
“I don’t need you to lecture me on how to do my job!”
Meng Yun seemed annoyed by being lectured. Her expression darkened as she said, “I let you cultivate in peace for over a year. It’s time to test your strength.”
“…”
Hearing this, the woman in the cloak reluctantly fell silent. She raised her hands, hidden beneath the cloak—arms covered in numerous greenish-purple scars. Beneath the purplish-red veins, it seemed not blood but poison was flowing. A faint, unpleasant odor quickly spread from her sleeves!
“…”
Gasps could be heard around her.
It was hard to imagine that a woman with such a sweet and beautiful voice could have such terrifyingly grotesque hands.
The woman in the cloak, seemingly accustomed to people’s fearful and wary gazes, said indifferently, “Tell your men to back off. Once my poison techniques are unleashed, no living thing within a hundred meters will survive.”
“…”
What an arrogant tone.
That was the first reaction of the First Rank Hall disciples nearby.

But seeing the terrifyingly fearful arms of the cloaked woman, it was not hard for the group to guess what kind of horrible dark magic she practiced—Descendants of Dongfang Bubai could acquire a skill that allowed them to stand at the top of the martial world simply by imitating the behavior of female characters, but compared to the cloaked woman’s situation, it was clearly nothing in comparison.
Meng Yun frowned and glanced at the battlefield:
“No need. The rest of you stay here and buy time for her. If necessary, as long as we can keep Happy alive, the deaths of our brothers will be worthwhile.”
“…”
The people around him gasped again.
What kind of terrifying poison magic did this mysterious woman possess, to earn Meng Yun’s such confidence? From his tone, it seemed she was quite confident she could kill Happy and everyone on her side in one fell swoop.
The mysterious cloaked woman seemed to have anticipated Meng Yun’s response and said nothing more. She slowly stepped forward from the crowd, taking out a strangely shaped box from her Qiankun bag.
“Wugugu!”
At that moment, some of the more experienced people in the crowd finally recognized the strange box in the cloaked woman’s hands and couldn’t help but let out suppressed exclamations in shock.
The others asked eagerly, “What is Wugugu?”
“It’s an artifact said to be used only by those who practice witchcraft. It’s a very powerful demonic weapon, likely surpassing even top-tier divine weapons, though it belongs to the realm of demonic artifacts.”
“…What exactly is it?”
The crowd was confused: “So, what’s its use?”
“I have no idea.”
Those who recognized Wugugu looked helpless but couldn’t hide the awe and excitement in their eyes: “I only know that there are many people in the martial world who practice witchcraft, each developing vicious poison arts that silently poison others, weakening their strength or even causing them to bleed profusely… In short, their abilities are extremely peculiar and entirely unrelated to martial arts.”
“Weakening someone’s strength?”
Many disciples of the First Rank Hall’s eyes lit up.
“That’s right. Besides that, although their own strength might not be great, their greatest skill is dragging down their enemies’ strength as well. But I’ve never seen anyone use Wugugu before. It’s said that those who use it have mastered extremely powerful personal witchcrafts, whose power is terrifying and comparable to ultimate martial arts techniques.”
Hearing this, many people already guessed Meng Yun’s reason for bringing in the mysterious cloaked woman!
All eyes were fixed intently on the mysterious cloaked woman as she walked from the crowd toward the battlefield. Even Meng Yun was no exception.
“Whether you can take down Happy depends on you.”

Mengyun stared intently at her sister’s back, her expression grave.
……
The moment the woman in the mysterious cloak stepped out of the crowd, Kai Xin quickly locked eyes on her—this woman who seemed extremely strange and enigmatic. Frowning, he sensed a faint aura of unease and danger emanating from her.
The unease and danger that even Lian Daozhen couldn’t bring him now arose simply because of this mysterious woman in black. Kai Xin dared not neglect it.
Dragon-Seizing Hand!!
“Ah!!!”
The monk with thick brows let out a cry of shock. After holding his own for a few moves thanks to his Buddhist powers, he was finally seized by the impatient Kai Xin, who pulled his Dragon-Slaying Sword upward……
Blood splattered everywhere in the pavilion instantly.
“Be careful.”
Turning to give Xu Xin a warning, Kai Xin stepped out of the pavilion with his sword in hand.
At that moment……
Outside the pavilion, the ground heaved as if a earth dragon were turning over; crisscrossing trenches were filled with fragmented, blurred corpses. The moment Kai Xin stepped down the steps, silence fell over the entire area……
Everyone knew Kai Xin was about to counterattack!
But more people’s attention was drawn to the mysterious woman in the cloak, who walked toward him calmly.
“Wugugu?”
Kai Xin finally saw what the woman was carefully holding in her arms. His steps halted instantly, his expression filled with doubt.
Wugugu.
It was something only the most outstanding disciples of the Wugu sect could possess……
Frowning deeply, Kai Xin’s expression grew grave. His gaze shifted from her hands to her entire body, finally focusing on the slightly exposed skin of her arms.
In an instant, Kai Xin felt a strong sense of crisis, as if his scalp were about to explode!
He activated the full power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, immediately entered the Arhat State without hesitation, and even took out a red pill emitting a strong medicinal scent from his Qiankun Bag.
Under the astonished gazes of many, Kai Xin suddenly pulled back into the pavilion and quickly put the pill into the mouth of the woman wearing a conical hat.
The mysterious woman had already entered the pavilion. As she moved gracefully, dazzling purple hues emanated from beneath her cloak, causing the Wugugu in her hands to tremble slightly!
“It’s useless.”
The mysterious woman’s voice echoed clearly throughout the area:
“To be precise, I used a curse, not poison. Ordinary antidotes won’t work at all.”
At that moment, she was only thirty meters away from the pavilion.
As she walked slowly, the dozen or so surviving First-Class Hall disciples suddenly changed color. They seemed unable to breathe, frantically choking their own necks, their faces turning completely purple.

At all this, the woman in the mysterious cloak merely sighed softly, said nothing, and continued on her way…
Although the woman in the mysterious cloak said the antidote was ineffective, Happy still didn’t stop what she was doing. After giving Xu Xin the antidote, she grabbed Xu Xin’s fair wrist.
At that sight, her eyes immediately filled with icy coldness and murderous intent…
A faint purple hue had already appeared on Xu Xin’s fair wrist, growing increasingly intense. At the very tip, a small bulge was slowly moving along the veins toward the heart.
Xu Xin was also shocked upon seeing what was on her arm, but with Happy by her side, a strange sense of comfort prevented her from losing her composure.
Still, her trembling arm revealed her fear and unease.
“Purple Heart Gu.”
Recognizing the origin of the curse affecting Xu Xin, Happy quickly thought of a way to cure it.
Although she had never encountered masterful curse-users in her past life, she had seen many such experts fall victim to the deadly tactics of curses on websites.
And…
Though this Purple Heart Gu belonged to a relatively advanced level of curse magic, it wasn’t impossible to cure—as long as the infection wasn’t severe.
She quickly pressed her fingers on two acupoints on Xu Xin’s arm. With a soft moan, Xu Xin’s poisoned arm drooped instantly, leaving her utterly weak and unable to lift it.
Happy swiftly swung her sword, slicing and lifting. A stream of blood shot out from Xu Xin’s arm, splashing against the pavilion pillar.
The slightly swollen bulge was also pulled out with her precise motion, shattering against the pavilion with a “pop.”
Without even glancing at it, Happy sent out a spiral energy blast, crushing the substance in the purple blood into pieces, then quickly bandaged Xu Xin’s wound.
Her movements were so skilled as if she had practiced them countless times—swift, decisive, and fluid.
After finishing the bandaging, she swallowed a small pill, and Xu Xin’s complexion turned slightly rosy, and her body warmed up.
But Xu Xin soon noticed a faint purple hue covering Happy’s face:
“Your face…”
“I’m fine.”
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was the most powerful and pure martial art in the world; nothing evil or sinister could affect or harm Happy.
As the Nine Yang energy circulated through her meridians, the invading curse toxins were instantly burned to ashes. The purple hue on her face disappeared completely, and she regained her vibrant energy.
“Huh?”
At that moment, the woman in the mysterious cloak approached the pavilion. Seeing Xu Xin and Happy acting as if nothing had happened, she couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

Glancing at the purple bloodstains in the pavilion, mixed with black, turbid particles, the woman in the mysterious cloak was stunned once again. “Purple Heart Worms are as tiny as particles, colorless and tasteless. Once they enter the human body, they grow by feeding on blood, and can easily kill even the strongest top experts in a short time. How did you survive? And do you know how to treat it?” Her voice was sweet and clear, and aside from surprise, there was not the slightest hint of murderous intent in her tone.