Chapter 120

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Chapter 120: Soul-Chasing Talismans!

 

At this moment, not far away, Chen Yi saw Fang Yu sitting in the car, not coming out for a long time.

“White Daoist, let’s hurry up and leave now!” Chen Yi said.

The White Daoist’s expression changed slightly as he replied, “Young Master, that draft agreement…”

“What draft agreement? Qin Yimo is in trouble; do they still care about that draft agreement?” Chen Yi said urgently.

“The ownership of the Tian Dou Rock… Young Master, aren’t you afraid that Master Dao Tian will come looking for you?” the White Daoist said in a deep voice.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Once we return to Xiangcheng, that’s our territory! What can Dao Tian do to me? If he really has the guts to come after me, I will make him pay a heavy price!” Chen Yi said solemnly.

“Young Master, I think it’s better not to do this… Master Dao Tian’s strength is probably far beyond our imagination,” the White Daoist advised.

Recalling how Fang Yu had smashed the head of the Sky-Swallowing Whale with punch after punch, the White Daoist felt a chill run down his spine.

The physical body of the Sky-Swallowing Whale was something that even heavenly thunder couldn’t harm!

Yet Fang Yu had managed to create a hole in its head solely with his physical strength!

What was most terrifying was that after killing the Sky-Swallowing Whale, Fang Yu still looked calm, as if he hadn’t exerted any effort at all, treating it lightly.

This indicated that Fang Yu’s strength was likely much greater than he had shown.

Such an existence must not be offended!

“That’s nonsense! No matter how strong he is, he’s just one person! Our family has twenty or thirty masters; can’t we subdue just one person? White Daoist, I feel like you’re getting more timid. When we go back, even if I tell my dad and grandpa, they will definitely support my choice. Do you really think I should hand over the Tian Dou Rock? Do you know how much those Tian Dou Rocks are worth? With that money, I can hire countless assassins and masters to turn Dao Tian into minced meat!” Chen Yi said fiercely.

As he spoke, he quickly walked toward his car.

The White Daoist sighed and followed him.

…

Fang Yu instructed the driver to head back to Qin Yimo’s home.

Qin Yimo had her eyes tightly closed, her face devoid of color, and her lips were black, indicating that her condition was dire.

However, her breathing was relatively steady, and her life was not in immediate danger.

This suggested that the person who had used the poison did not intend to take Qin Yimo’s life directly but wanted to use the poison to threaten the Qin family.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yu took out his phone and called Qin Wudao.

“Little Qin, your granddaughter has been poisoned,” Fang Yu said.

“I already know; someone just contacted me,” Qin Wudao’s voice was calm, without a hint of panic.

“What are their demands?” Fang Yu asked.

“The conditions are unacceptable,” Qin Wudao said in a deep voice.

Fang Yu sighed and said, “So, you’re passing the matter back to me?”

“Sorry to trouble you,” Qin Wudao coughed lightly and said.

“I haven’t dealt with poison in a long time; I can’t guarantee I can save your granddaughter,” Fang Yu said.

“As long as you want to save her, you definitely can,” Qin Wudao paused and said, “They’ve given me three days to consider. Once the time is up, the poison will erupt.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a try. If I fail, you can just consider it one less granddaughter,” Fang Yu said.

Qin Wudao chuckled twice and asked, “What do you think of Yimo?”

Fang Yu glanced at the unconscious Qin Yimo and said, “Her character is decent, and she’s not foolish; I have no bad opinions about her.”

“Such a high evaluation? I remember when you evaluated my youngest son, you were quite ruthless,” Qin Wudao laughed.

“I still hold the same opinion about your youngest son… By the way, Qin Yimo is your youngest son’s daughter?” Fang Yu asked.

“Yes, it seems your memory isn’t very good; are you really getting old?” Qin Wudao teased.

“I actually hope to grow old; at least I wouldn’t have to keep this eighteen-year-old face forever, it’s quite embarrassing,” Fang Yu said.

Qin Wudao burst into laughter.

…

Qin Yimo’s home was in the Tianhe Villa District, very close to Jianghai City.

After returning home, Fang Yu placed her on a bed.

He remembered several methods to dispel the poison.

Among them, the simplest and most direct method was to forcibly break through the poison’s blockage of the meridians and then use true energy to kill the poison insects inside her.

However, this method was generally unbearable for an ordinary person, especially since Qin Yimo had never practiced cultivation.

Moreover, during the process of dispelling the poison, it was very likely that the person who had poisoned her would discover it, triggering the poison prematurely.

The other methods were similar, mainly involving killing the poison insects inside and then dispelling the poison.

These methods were not suitable for Qin Yimo and carried great risks.

Fang Yu thought for a long time but still couldn’t come up with a foolproof method.

After all, Qin Yimo was Qin Wudao’s granddaughter, so Fang Yu had to be cautious; he couldn’t really let anything happen to her.

Fang Yu furrowed his brows and suddenly remembered the scene earlier today on the island, where the White Daoist used a talisman to summon heavenly thunder.

Talisman…

Fang Yu’s eyes sparkled.

What connects the poison insects and the person who poisoned them?

It must be related to soul power!

As long as the connection between the two could be severed, the other party would no longer be able to control the poison insects.

This required a severing talisman.

Fang Yu was quite proficient in talisman techniques.

He could easily create various talismans.

Fang Yu had Qin Yimo’s servant buy some materials for making talismans, and then he began to work on them.

Ten minutes later, Fang Yu produced a severing talisman and a soul-tracking talisman.

The severing talisman was used to cut off the connection between the two, while the soul-tracking talisman was used to track the location of the person controlling the poison insects.

For Fang Yu, making these two types of talismans was not difficult, but in this world, very few people could create them.

“Let me see where you are,” Fang Yu stood in front of Qin Yimo, holding a talisman.

He recited the incantation, and the talisman in his hand emitted a white glow.

Then, he pointed, and the talisman flew toward Qin Yimo, stopping above her forehead.

As it approached Qin Yimo, the talisman glowed even brighter before suddenly disappearing.

At that moment, Fang Yu closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense followed the talisman as it flew out.

…

At this time, in a dimly lit room in a residential building in the central part of Xiangcheng.

A man was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his eyes tightly closed.

In front of him were two black bottles and a small wooden hammer.

The man’s expression was calm, as if he were sensing something.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

He had been sensing the poison insects left inside Qin Yimo, but he suddenly sensed another wave of soul power approaching!

He wanted to immediately sever the connection to the poison insects to intercept this inexplicable soul power.

However, the speed of this soul power was too fast; in the blink of an eye, it had darted from the poison insects to his side.

“It’s you; you can actually poison someone right under my nose. Impressive.”

A calm yet chilling voice echoed in the man’s ears.

The man sprang to his feet, his face pale, and said, “Who are you? Why are you…”

“No need to ask; I will come to find you soon, and then you will know who I am.”

After saying this, the voice vanished.

Cold sweat broke out on the man’s forehead as he looked around.

He suspected that the other party had already come looking for him.

For anyone practicing poison techniques, concealment of identity and location was paramount.

Once exposed, they would fall into danger.

The man scanned his surroundings but found nothing.

“This won’t do; three days is too long for the Qin family; they will find a way to locate me! I need to give them a warning!” The man’s expression changed, and his eyes turned cold.

He sat down again, picked up the small wooden hammer, and struck the two bottles.

“Clack, clack, clack…”

The sound of the strikes echoed in the room.

The more he struck, the more shocked his expression became, and the cold sweat on his forehead grew denser.

He… could no longer sense the presence of the poison insects!

What was going on?

The man closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to calm down, and continued to strike the bottles.

After a dozen seconds, the man opened his eyes again, filled with fear!

The connection between him and the poison insects had been completely severed!

Who was the other party? How did they do it?

The man had practiced poison techniques for many years and had never encountered such a situation! He had never seen such a method!