Chapter 258 - Sorcery and Gu Techniques!

Zhou Yu’s eyebrows twitched.

“It seems the slap I gave you last time not only failed to knock some sense into you, but also damaged your brain.”

The slap Zhou Yu mentioned was the one he delivered when Liu’s father invited Lian Huasheng over to pick up Liu Changfeng.

At that time, when Lian Huasheng first met Zhou Yu, he had made a sarcastic remark and ended up getting slapped by Zhou Yu.

Lian Huasheng had harbored resentment for that slap ever since.

At this moment, his face was laced with maliciousness.

“Zhou Yu, we wouldn’t be having this conversation if you hadn’t brought it up,” he said.

“But since you did, there is nothing to discuss.”

“No one has ever dared to do such a thing to me, Lian Huasheng.

I’ll make sure you understand the cost of that slap.”

“Secretary Cheng, do it!”

As Lian Huasheng’s voice fell, Secretary Cheng’s hand moved as fast as lightning.

In an instant, the entire room filled with black smoke.

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and immediately reached out to grab Chu Dafu, retreating explosively.

However, the smoke was coming from all directions and, in a blink of an eye, completely engulfed both Zhou Yu and Chu Dafu.

In less than three seconds, Chu Dafu had fainted.

Upon examining, Zhou Yu found that the black smoke was merely a simple soul-confusing smoke with no toxicity; it could at most knock out an ordinary person.

For martial artists, even those of lower levels, it was useless, but it could cause one to lose their sensory perception.

Just then, the sound of cutting wind came through the smoke.

Despite the smoke impeding his senses, Zhou Yu had been devilishly trained by the old man since he was young, and his reflexes were incredibly fast.

A second before the sound reached him, Zhou Yu dodged to the side.

But before he could steady himself, the next moment, more sounds of cutting wind approached from all directions.

A glint shone in Zhou Yu’s eyes.

He dodged left and right several times, but still couldn’t evade every attack.

Unwittingly, he was struck.

Looking down, he saw a black insect burrowing into his body.

“Poison Gu Technique!”

Zhou Yu recognized the origin of the insect at a glance.

The old man had once told him that in the southwestern region of Dragon Country, there were vast mountains famous for breeding Demonic Insects, which naturally gave rise to various Poison Gu techniques.

Although the history of Poison Gu was ancient, there was rarely a complete lineage.

What was currently passed down were mostly attention-grabbing tricks.

The old man showed disdain for the Poison Gu Technique in his words.

But he also reminded Zhou Yu that a few of the anciently inherited Poison Gu techniques were very powerful and not to be underestimated.

While Zhou Yu was momentarily stunned, several more insects burrowed into his body.

At this time, the black smoke around gradually began to dissipate.

Soon, the room returned to its original state.

By now, Secretary Cheng stood by Lian Huasheng’s side, wearing a cold smirk.

Lian Huasheng, unruffled, continued sipping his tea, a look of absolute confidence on his face.

“Zhou Yu, let me introduce you,” he said.

“This building is called Thousand Dragon Pavilion.”

“The Thousand Dragon Pavilion was built with nearly ten billion in expenses and twenty years of effort.”

“Not only can it block the Divine Sense of Innate masters, but more importantly, it can serve as a mother Gu to cultivate Poison Gu.”

“Each Poison Gu cultivated here can easily kill a martial artist in the early Innate realm.”

“Even the Heavenly Master Jin Dingtian wouldn’t last a minute here.”

“Though you have slain the Heavenly Master Jin Dingtian, here, you won’t last even as long as he did.”

Having finished speaking, Lian Huasheng glanced at his watch.

“Hmm, not bad, forty-eight seconds.

You held out a bit longer than I expected.”

Zhou Yu spoke expressionlessly:

“The art of Poison Gu is indeed rare.”

“Cultivating Poison Gu capable of killing Innate masters is even more unusual.”

“It seems what you possess must be one of those techniques passed down from the ancient times in the vast mountains.”

Secretary Cheng showed a look of surprise.

“I didn’t expect someone so young to be so knowledgeable about the Poison Gu Technique,” he said.

“It’s a pity to kill you just like that.”

Zhou Yu suddenly spoke up:

“We have no past grievances.

Could you possibly show some leniency?”

Secretary Cheng sneered.

“Zhou Yu, although I admire you, Mr.

Lian already gave you a chance just now.

Unfortunately, you didn’t cherish it,” he said.

“Now, it’s too late for regrets.”

Lian Huasheng also sneered:

“Zhou Yu, don’t harbor any delusions of surviving.

I will not give you that chance.

Today, you are surely going to die,” he said.

“However, if you kneel down voluntarily and slap yourself a hundred times, I might let you die a swift death.”

Lian Huasheng’s face was brimming with a sinister smile as he watched Zhou Yu.

Yet Zhou Yu didn’t even give Lian Huasheng a glance.

He continued to look at Secretary Cheng, but suddenly burst into laughter.

“Secretary Cheng, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood my intentions,” he said.

“When I spoke of showing mercy, I meant whether I should be lenient towards you.”

Secretary Cheng was taken aback.

“What do you mean?”

Zhou Yu slowly pulled out a silver needle, saying:

“It seems you have some misconceptions about my medical skills.”

“Similarly, you are also unaware of my childhood experiences.”

“Below the Saint Realm, Poison Gu amounts to nothing more than a cunning insect.

Calling it a dragon is laughable,” he said.

“Besides, when I was ten, I used to roast and eat these venomous insects and Poison Gu when I had nothing better to do.”

As he spoke, Zhou Yu suddenly thrust the needle towards his heart, making a swift cut.

Amplified by True Qi, the silver needle made a small incision over his heart.

Then, with a flick of the needle, he brought out a black beetle the size of a fingernail.