Chapter 200 Dragon Tongue Orchid (1/2)

The old man in the ancient chinese robes that bought the Heart of the Ocean?

Hearing Yang Ling say this, the masked man shuddered. He was surprised that Yang Ling, who had only seen him once, had discovered his true identity. He pulled the black cloth from his face to reveal a square shaped jaw. He had a sharp gaze and a high nose bridge. He was old, but he did not look like he was over a century old. Yang Ling did not know if that was due to his training or if he was wearing a mask.

”How unfortunate!” the black robed elder known as Flowing Venom laughed, a cold glint in his eyes. He began muttering softly. Immediately, Yang Ling felt a searing heat spread throughout his body, colliding with his innards as its temperature rose.

”Not good, I've been poisoned!” Yang Ling thought, shocked. Even though he did not know what was going on with him, it was clear that drinking the water from the lake was not good for him.

Yang Ling summoned his Magical Beast army to protect himself, and plopped to the ground, trying to circulate the Wizard Power in his body. He hoped to force the poison out. The other party had abilities deep beyond his comprehension, and retreating would only expose more of his weaknesses and give the other party more opportunity to attack.

Is this a curse of a mental spell?

Yuna was alarmed when she saw Yang Ling suddenly redden, his brows locked tight. She nervously put herself between Flowing Venom and Yang Ling, clutching her staff tightly. She was filled with worry, and she glared at the black robed elder.

Just like Yang Ling, she could not feel any Battle Energy or Magical Energy coming from the other party. She could understand how Yang Ling would fall for the sneak attack.

Yang Ling clenched his teeth, trying to circulate the Wizard Power in his body. But far from forcing the poison out, things seemed to get worse: the searing heat became more and more intense. Sweat covered his body, as if he was immersed in a raging flame, or he had been dropped into the mouth of a volcano with magma boiling underneath.

Every breath he took felt as though he had swallowed a mouthful of flames. His throat became dry and painful. He glanced at Yuna, who looked worried. He looked back to the black robed elder slowly walking toward him, his bloodlust soaring. Yang Ling suddenly remembered the rest of the Water from the Spring of Life that he had stored safely in his Space Ring. He retrieved it and gulped down the remainder of the water.

Ahhh… He could not help but grunt with pain. He felt an icy cold spreading throughout his body as soon as he swallowed Water from the Spring of Life. But not only did the searing heat not recede, it became more intense, as if a ball of fire was crashing into every part of his body. Everywhere the heat passed, pain lingered. Needle-sized blisters opened in his skin, as if even the blood in his body was boiling.

Water from the Spring of Life?

Looking at the bottle that Yang Ling had thrown to the ground and catching a whiff of the faint fragrance in the air, Flowing Venom was surprised, stopping in his tracks. After a moment's hesitation, seeing that Yang Ling had been unable to purge the poison and was instead in even more pain, he smiled coldly.

As an elder of the Association of Assassins, he had not undertaken a mission in twenty years, electing instead to spend his time training in Montson under the identity of a wealthy merchant in the hopes of breaking through the bottleneck to sage level and one day becoming a Night Vision Assassin. Then, he would be able to kill the powerful fighters in the territory with ease, and he would become the greatest assassin to exist on the continent in thousands of years.

Unlike other assassins, his greatest skill was not teleportation-like magic, or powerful attacks, but a poison technique that instilled fear in the hearts of many. The poison he created was not only colorless and nearly odorless, he could even control the timing of its activation. He could store the poison inside his target for ten years before activating it, or activate the poison in an instant and cause the target to die on the spot.

On the Tailun Continent, there were people who had broken through to sage level with their powerful Battle Energy, and there were also people who broke through to become sage level Spellcasters using vast Magical Energy. But Flowing Venom was different. He was going to use his powerful, mysterious poison techniques to reach sage level, taking a different path. He had achieved the level of Lesser Sage already, and even that level was unusual. He was certain he could attain sage level.

But Flowing Venom wouldn't act carelessly despite his powerful abilities. According to the intelligence he had obtained, Yang Ling had managed to kill three Heaven-ranked Assassins and a large number of elite killers in just three days, and was no simple Summoner. He knew he should approach Yang Ling with caution.

Over the years, he had accumulated an alarming fortune. Crystal coins no longer held any allure for him. While he pretended to be a wealthy merchant training in Montson, other than concentrating his efforts on developing his powerful poison techniques, he had also sometimes explored the auction halls and obtained several strange treasures.

But despite no longer having any interest in crystal coins, he still had many connections with the Association of Assassins. The association expanded their influence using his name and employed him to dispose of powerful targets. He used the association's influence to source rare ingredients, receiving a steady stream of support for his research.