Chapter 365 - Chapter 365: Chapter 358: Just a Matter of One Stroke_1 (2/2)

The sky was already darkening.

His plan was to collect the termites, loot the spoils of battle, process the corpses, and then hurry home.

If he was lucky, he might find something on the old man’s corpse that could solve the problem with that black Gu.

When summoning the termites lurking around to return, Qin Niu was horrified to discover that some of the termites had been poisoned to death.

These termites included worker ants and tiger-striped soldier ants.

They had previously attacked that jet-black spider.

But it seemed that the spider was extremely poisonous.

All termites that had bitten it had their bodies rot and perforate, losing nearly a hundred and thirty worker and soldier ants.

Although the tiger-striped soldier ants now had mass production capability,

losing so many at once still caused Qin Niu unspeakable pain.

The black spider eaten by the termites was spat out by the old man. Qin Niu couldn’t help but think about the black Gu that had burrowed into his own body; could they be the same species?

He had thought that after the Hundred-Tempering Immortal Sect wiped out the Southern Border Gu Masters, the art of Gu had been lost.

But it seemed that this thing simply couldn’t be eradicated.

Among the insect masters Qin Niu had come into contact with, he had already found two who were secretly practicing Gu techniques.

Elder Jiu Yin learned Gu techniques and cultivated a nearly immortal Taiyin Yaoyao.

Now this old man had also mastered Gu techniques, raising a distinctly poisonous black spider, as well as a Blood Gu.

Qin Niu felt that this man’s Gu cultivation was not on the same path as Elder Jiu Yin’s.

Elder Jiu Yin combined Gu cultivation with insect control, and the insects he raised mainly had strong regenerative abilities.

This old man, however, focused his cultivation on illusion and Gu poison.

Qin Niu’s termites could not say they were impervious to all poisons, but there were not many things that could directly poison them to death.

They had eaten centipedes, poisonous spiders, scorpions, snakes, extremely poisonous wasps, corpse bees, and so on, never showing any signs of being poisoned to death.

Even when they were once affected by corpse poison, they had quickly recovered and then returned to health.

The black spider they ate this time, although it didn’t seem large, was extremely venomous. It poisoned more than a hundred and thirty termites in one go.

What kind of poison was it?

Qin Niu thought about the slain old man who had been bitten by his dark poison ants and showed no signs of poisoning.

Could it be because the old man had this extremely poisonous black Gu in his body?

Utilizing it to fight poison with poison, could this be why he was able to withstand the ant venom?

It was a possibility.

He thought for a moment, took out a small jar, and collected all the dead termite bodies into it.

Now that the intensely poisonous black spider had been eaten by them, collecting the termite corpses was, in effect, also collecting the remains of that black spider.

Keeping them might have some unexpected uses.

With a few bounds, he reached the old man’s corpse and unapologetically claimed the precious sword as his own. It would be a fine gift for his wife.

It was a divine weapon capable of unleashing Sword Qi.

When Qin Niu had used the Ink Blade to kill the old man, the latter, upon seeing his powerful Blade Qi, exclaimed that it was a spirit weapon.

It seemed that spirit weapons were probably a bit more advanced than divine weapons.

That wasn’t hard to understand.

A divine weapon is a weapon that has evolved some special abilities, such as the ability to unleash Blade Qi or Sword Qi. Or perhaps their material is exceptionally special and rare in the world, able to slice through iron as if it were mud, and can be called divine weapons.

Spirit weapons, however, are more advanced.

They have acquired spirituality, and their special abilities are stronger.

They can even coordinate with their master to attack or automatically protect them.

Qin Ni’s Ink Blade had been nourished by Ancient Banyan Tree Blood and had already evolved into a spirit weapon.

It was now evolving towards an even higher level.

What it could develop into in the future was still uncertain.

He would certainly find ways to assist its evolution.

Because it was his weapon, critical for protecting his life and slaying enemies when the moment came.

Qin Niu crouched down and began to loot the old man’s corpse.

The first thing he found was a waist badge.

He had seen this type of badge many times before; it was nothing new.

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