Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 795 - 801 - 802: Sorry, I’m Late

"The Power is sufficient, but the speed isn’t quite right." Tang Yichen looked at the large hand seal on the wall behind and spoke with a tone full of disdain.Nalan Yiren’s gaze darkened slightly but said nothing, and charged forward again. In the midst of her rush, she flicked a Poison Pill from her sleeve towards Tang Yichen.

Tang Yichen sidestepped to dodge, but before the Poison Pill could reach him, a colorful smoke exploded instantly, enveloping him.

Tang Yichen’s expression sombered, the barrier formed by the Innate Spiritual Qi around him was completely unable to ward off the colorful smoke. Within the smoke, something unknown bit him—a piercing pain accompanied by numbness spread rapidly throughout his body, causing his internal Innate Spiritual Qi to circulate sluggishly.

At this moment, Nalan Yiren’s killing move also arrived. The colorful smoke’s assault had clearly impacted Tang Yichen greatly, slowing him down, and he could only fight off Nalan Yiren in a scuffle.

As the two grappled, Si Song also rushed into the colorful smoke, striking towards Tang Yichen’s head.

Tang Yichen looked calm, his left hand dealt with Nalan Yiren’s grapples, while his right hand erupted with red Innate Spiritual Qi, then he struck out with a palm.

"Boom!"

Palms clashed, and a terrifying wave of energy rolled out in a ring around them. Due perhaps to the colorful smoke’s influence, Tang Yichen’s sluggish Spiritual Qi circulation led to him being slapped away by Si Song’s palm, flung into the blood pool behind, with blood spraying everywhere, quickly engulfing him.

Nalan Yiren and Si Song, silent, dashed towards the blood pool, moving incredibly fast. In a few blinks, they’d reached above the blood pool, lifted their hands to release strong Innate Spiritual Qi that transformed into two massive Poison Palms, fiercely slapping the spot where Tang Yichen had fallen.

"Bang, Bang..."

Two loud booms doused the blood pool in splashes, and as the blood pool exploded, a Blood Shadow soared up from it, transforming into Residual Shadows midair, which quickly appeared in front of Nalan Yiren and Si Song.

In midair, yet to land, Nalan Yiren and Si Song couldn’t leverage anything and could only defensively face Tang Yichen, who had flashed in front of them.

"Bang, Bang..."

A punch and a kick later, Tang Yichen sent both of them crashing down hard, resulting in a web of cracks on the stone-paved ground as they landed and coughed up blood profusely.

At this moment, Tang Yichen’s robe had burst apart, revealing his robust, pale white body. His previous disdain vanished, replaced by a cold sneer as he brutally hammered down, aiming a kick at Si Song’s skull as Nalan Yiren and Si Song hit the ground.

Si Song’s face turned ashen, slapping the ground to leverage a roll to the left just in time.

"Boom!"

The spot where Si Song had been lying was kicked into a deep pit by Tang Yichen.

Si Song’s face changed involuntarily, thinking if the kick had landed, his head might have exploded. Before he could relax, a fierce wind swept towards him again.

This time, Si Song found it difficult to dodge; he could only cross his arms to protect his head. In the next second, Tang Yichen’s sweeping leg struck his arms, breaking his bones and sending him flying into the stone pillar supporting the Underground Palace on the left, with his mouth still coughing blood upon landing.

Tang Yichen intended to pursue the attack but suddenly sensed something; he turned to grab onto Nalan Yiren’s sweeping hook kick, and with his left fist enveloped in red Poison Qi, he brutally punched Nalan Yiren’s abdomen.

"Pfft!"

The punch’s wind slightly lifted the black veil on Nalan Yiren’s face, making her spit out a mouthful of crimson blood, her delicate body knocked away.

Tang Yichen coldly watched as the crimson blood approached; he spat out red Poison Qi, condensing it into blood beads.

He grabbed them and swallowed them into his mouth.

Suddenly, Tang Yichen’s forehead began to unwind slightly.

"As expected, this Taotie Gu needs your Nalan Race’s blood to be nurtured." Tang Yichen coldly smirked at Nalan Yiren, now collapsed and unable to rise. "Little Sister, the one biting me in the colorful smoke earlier was Taotie Gu, right? What a pity, had I not perfected the Ten-Turn Celestial Poison Skill, I might have actually been caught."

Speaking of this, he couldn’t help but admire Taotie Gu’s terrifying power. Just accidentally getting bitten earlier brought unbearable pain, and if his body hadn’t had high toxicity resistance, a regular Divine Power Realm Martial Artist who hadn’t mastered poison would likely have had their heart stop beating.

Even so, he still needed Nalan Yiren’s blood to fully neutralize the Taotie Gu’s poison.

"Little Sister, hand over the Taotie Gu." Tang Yichen casually smiled at Nalan Yiren, who wiped the blood off her mouth and struggled to get up, but the coldness in his eyes hadn’t diminished.

"Yiren..." Si Song shouted mournfully, then spat out, "Brute, if you kill Yiren, you’ll never get the Taotie Gu in this lifetime."

"Rest assured, Great Elder, I certainly won’t kill Little Sister—after all, she’s Master’s last remaining kin, hahaha..." Saying this, Tang Yichen burst into laughter, saying: "She’s the blood bag for feeding the Taotie Gu—how could I bear to kill her..."