145: Chapter 145 Poison in the Tea

On the system panel.

The information of that middle-aged Cultivator was completely displayed:

[Name: Fei Bingrun]

[Gender: Male]

[Race: Human]

[Cultivation: Golden Core Seventh Layer]

[Personality: self-serving, evil]

Another classic trait [self-serving].

Is there any need to think further?

People like this only ever consider how to expand their own interests.

And adding [evil] as a trait on top of that.

With these two traits combined, there is only one possibility.

This guy definitely has no good intentions.

Mo Zixing continued to look down.

[Innate Luck:

1. Alchemy Fanatic (Blue): Alchemy is not just a way of life but a hobby; naturally has an affinity for the Dao of Alchemy, with Alchemy Aptitude superior to ordinary people

2. Explosive Flame Body (Purple): Born with the ability to attract fire-attribute Qi; Spiritual Root for fire is much superior to others; power of fire-attribute attack Cultivation Technique is slightly increased]

[Acquired Luck:

1. Damaged Foundation (Black): The dao base has suffered irreversible damage due to external forces; cultivation is severely hindered, and it is difficult to advance further in cultivation

2. Alchemy Demon Mark (White): Marked by the Remnant Soul of an Alchemy Demon; can read lost Pill Formula from the Divine Soul to refine evil pills, but if it cannot be refined within seven days, the Qi will explode and cause death]

So that's how it is.

Mo Zixing's gaze focused.

No wonder he could develop the so-called Heaven-Defying Pill Formula to directly form a Heavenly Dao Golden Core.

It wasn't some Righteous Path Alchemy Technique at all, but an evil pill relying on the Legacy of the Alchemy Demon Mark.

Since it is an evil pill, it seems normal for its effects to be powerful.

His own Foundation is damaged, and his cultivation is destined never to advance again.

Now, he has been pushed to a dead end by the Alchemy Demon Mark, not leaving him many days to live.

However, Alchemy is Alchemy.

Why does he need to call so many Cultivators from other Sects to witness it?

Is he not afraid of something going wrong?

Or is there a reason why he must call Cultivators with not-so-low Realms?

Mo Zixing looked up.

He looked at Fei Bingrun on the high platform again.

Just a moment ago, he thought he was a kind-faced, gentle middle-aged man.

But looking at him now, he only felt that behind that smiling face was bone-chilling coldness.

Those seemingly gentle eyes were currently greedily sizing up his prey.

Mo Zixing calmly scanned the people in the hall.

Besides Fei Bingrun.

There were about seven or eight Cultivators dressed in Qingyun Sect attire standing around the hall.

They were completely different from the ordinary Disciples, each appearing to have a steady aura.

Looking at the interface, their cultivation was basically between the Early Stage and Middle Stage of the Golden Core.

They were likely other Elders of the Qingyun Sect.

It was the first time seeing so many Golden Cores.

Just then.

Two sets of footsteps approached.

The two Qingyun Sect Disciples who had previously received instructions from Fei Bingrun had already walked in front of them with their tea trays.

"Three honored guests, please enjoy your tea."

The two Disciples bowed and handed three cups of steaming tea to the three of them respectively:

"The Heaven And Earth Treasure given as gifts will be distributed uniformly after the Sect assembly begins."

Even Sect Master Bai Ruotong was given a cup.

Clearly, she was also counted among the so-called honored guests.

After the two Disciples bowed, they turned and retreated.

They continued to serve tea to people from other Sects.

Beside them.

An Elder from another Sect, completely unguarded, picked up his teacup and drained it in one gulp.

Not only that, but he also smiled and praised:

"Qingyun Sect is truly generous; even the tea served to guests is thousand-year-old Cloud Mist Spiritual Tea!"

Fei Bingrun stood on the high platform.

Watching more and more people drink the tea, the smile on his lips grew deeper.

The tea in the cup was crystal clear, emitting a rich aroma of Spiritual Tea.

It truly looked like a rare, high-quality Spiritual Tea.

Although Sect Master Bai Ruotong held the teacup, she frowned slightly and did not drink it.

She quietly tugged at Mo Zixing's sleeve and whispered:

"I don't think we should drink this tea."

As she spoke, she set the teacup aside.

"Of course we shouldn't drink it."

Mo Zixing replied in a low voice, then put the cup back into the Little Sect Master's hand:

"But don't make it too obvious."

Great Elder Qin Cangyue heard their conversation, and his hand holding the teacup paused.

He turned his head and asked cautiously:

"Elder Mo... do you mean that something has been put in this tea?"

Mo Zixing had not told him about the situation with the Qingyun Sect.

He had originally come with the mindset of friendly exchange between Sects, and by the way, to snatch some gifts to take back.

He didn't expect that just after getting a cup of tea, Mo Zixing would say there was a problem with it.

"Mm-hmm."

Mo Zixing raised his eyebrows noncommittally:

"I suggest you don't drink it either, Elder Qin."

While speaking, his mind stirred.

He used the System scan on the tea in front of him.

The information interface for this cup of tea popped up:

[Item: Cloud Mist Spiritual Tea]

[Thousand-year-old Cloud Mist Spiritual Tea mixed with seventeen types of Spiritual Plant and the essence blood of three types of Yao Beast; the taste is slightly bitter, can slowly dissipate Qi, causing Cultivators at the Golden Core level and below to lose their mobility due to lack of Qi; the medicinal effect can last for one hour.]

As expected.

Mo Zixing sneered inwardly.

He knew this tea wasn't simple.

However, the other party had put in a lot of effort.

With so many things mixed together, they were actually able to blend it to be exactly the same as ordinary Spiritual Tea.

Even the aroma had no flaws.

If it weren't for the System identification, if he hadn't been on guard, he might have been fooled too.

However, Mo Zixing was not afraid.

Qi was the thing he lacked the least.

When Sect Master Bai Ruotong was still in her jade carving stage, she absorbed his Qi so rapidly.

And that didn't cause any issues.

And now the system panel stated that this tea slowly dissipates Qi.

Slow is slow.

In the face of his rapid recovery from the Candle Dragon Bloodline, it had no deterrent power at all.

Even if he really drank it, it wouldn't hinder his normal movements at all.

Of course.

He didn't have a masochistic tendency; it was better not to drink something like this if he could avoid it.

Mo Zixing looked up.

He happened to meet the gaze of Fei Bingrun on the high platform.

Fei Bingrun was holding a cup of tea, giving him a gentle smile.

He raised his cup slightly, signaling him to drink the tea.

Just then.

A Disciple accidentally knocked over a tea tray.

The smile on Fei Bingrun's face disappeared instantly, and he swept a cold glance at that Disciple.

But in an instant.

He put on that kind-faced look again, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Zixing smiled politely at him, but he became even more vigilant in his heart.

It seems he had been targeted, so he had to take some action.

Since he wanted to see it so much.

Then he would drink it for him to see.

Mo Zixing deliberately raised his arm.

He tilted his head, acting as if he was about to drink the tea in the cup in one gulp.

On the high platform.

Fei Bingrun saw this scene, and the smile on his lips finally couldn't help but deepen a little.

And in the shadow cast by the teacup.

Mo Zixing's palm quietly condensed a trace of fire-attribute Qi.