Chapter 897

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Chapter 897: The First Dharma Protector of the Overlord Sect

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“Of course I know about the Metatarsal Soul Devouring Pill,” Huang Jian said, his voice trembling. “It’s still sold in the Chaos Realm. After taking it, you must consume an antidote every two years. Without it, your body will decay, your flesh and bones will separate, and your soul will be devoured, enduring endless torment. The pain is unimaginable—you won’t even be able to take your own life. After seventy-four days of suffering, death finally arrives.”

Huang Jian shuddered as his gaze fixed on the sinister pill resting in Xi Wuqing’s palm.

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He had heard of this terrifying poison. Though rare, it was said to still exist in the Chaos Realm, sold at an exorbitant price. Rumors claimed that only Lifetaken Yama Xi Wuqing could refine both the pill and its antidote.

If there was no antidote, the suffering from the pill was said to be worse than death itself. Huang Jian knew that if he took the pill, he would be completely at the mercy of these two men. But if he refused, escape was impossible, and his fate would be sealed.

Faced with no alternatives, he was forced to choose.

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“I can’t believe such a poison exists,” Su Yi murmured, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the pill in Xi Wuqing’s hand. A faint shiver ran through him at the thought of its effects.

“Take it, and I will provide the antidote on time. Refuse, and you may end your life now,” Xi Wuqing said coldly, his voice devoid of sympathy.

Huang Jian hesitated, his gaze flickering between the two men. He weighed his options and, after a brief internal struggle, finally took the pill from Xi Wuqing’s hand. With one last look of reluctance, he swallowed it.

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“Good. Now, you’ve earned our trust,” Xi Wuqing said, his expression remaining calm and detached.

Huang Jian bowed deeply. Though his life had been spared, he knew that from this moment on, he belonged to them, bound by the poison.

“Mr. Huang, no need to be so formal. From now on, we’re family,” Su Yi said warmly, a smile replacing his earlier coldness. His demeanor had shifted entirely, radiating enthusiasm.

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Huang Jian blinked in surprise at the sudden change in Su Yi’s attitude. A moment ago, the boy had been intimidating and ruthless, but now he seemed approachable and sincere.

Despite the warmth in Su Yi’s voice, Huang Jian understood the underlying message. If he remained loyal, there might be hope of freedom one day. But if he harbored any disloyalty, the consequences would be dire.

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“No wonder Xi Wuqing acknowledges this boy as his leader,” Huang Jian thought. Based on his years of experience, he could see that Su Yi was no ordinary young man. Beneath his youthful appearance lay a sharp intellect and a commanding presence.

Xi Wuqing smirked faintly as he observed the exchange. “This kid can change his demeanor faster than flipping a page,” he thought.

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“In the future, I will serve you both with complete loyalty,” Huang Jian said, bowing once more. His tone was calm, his resolve firm. He had no other choice.

“Old Huang, there’s no need to stand on ceremony,” Su Yi said, placing a friendly arm around Huang Jian’s shoulders. “Our Overlord Sect is in need of a Dharma Protector. From this day forth, you’ll be our sect’s first Dharma Protector. You can call me Sect Master.”

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“Overlord Sect? Dharma Protector?” Huang Jian repeated, his brow furrowing. He had never heard of such a sect before.

Smiling, Su Yi explained, “The Overlord Sect is newly established. In time, you’ll come to understand.”

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Huang Jian’s suspicions deepened. Clearly, Su Yi and Xi Wuqing were not affiliated with any major sects. They appeared to be wandering cultivators—no wonder they had no qualms about killing Yang Chuan. If no witnesses remained, the Golden Sword Sect wouldn’t know who was responsible.

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“And as for you,” Su Yi said, his gaze shifting to the Eight-winged Black Python and the two Black-scaled Demon Eagles nearby, “submit to me, or leave. I won’t stop you.”

The three beasts trembled under his gaze, torn between submission and flight.

After a brief moment, the Eight-winged Black Python let out a mournful cry, spread its wings, and flew away. The Black-scaled Demon Eagles hesitated before following its lead.

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Su Yi’s expression darkened. His left arm tensed, and golden light surged from his hand. Drawing the Golden Scale Flaming Heavenly Bow, he released three golden arrows in quick succession.

“Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!”

The arrows shot forth like bolts of golden lightning, each carrying a blazing heat. In mere moments, they struck their targets, piercing through the fleeing beasts.

Screams echoed as the three creatures fell to the ground, blood spraying in their wake.

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Calmly putting away his bow, Su Yi smiled. “It’s been a while since I had a proper workout.”

Xi Wuqing chuckled, but Huang Jian stood frozen, his heart heavy. The scene was a stark warning—had he chosen not to take the pill, he would have met the same fate as those beasts.

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Later, as the group found a secluded spot by a stream, Huang Jian witnessed something even more shocking. Su Yi pulled out a pot, seasonings, and other cooking utensils, preparing a meal with the remains of the fallen beasts.

The wings of the Black-scaled Demon Eagle were roasted to perfection, while the meat of the Eight-winged Black Python was turned into a savory soup.

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The aroma of the roasted meat filled the air, rich and tantalizing. Xi Wuqing ate without hesitation, savoring the meal alongside a bottle of wine.

“Dharma Protector Huang, don’t be shy. Try some!” Su Yi said, handing Huang Jian a piece of golden-brown roasted meat.

Huang Jian hesitated, but the mouthwatering scent was irresistible. As he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise.

“This is… delicious!”

Though a cultivator of his level no longer needed food, the taste awakened his long-dormant appetite. For a moment, all his worries faded as he enjoyed the meal.