Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

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In the corridor of light, Qin Yumo and Qin Zhengchuan were slowly making their way back with a group of Imperial Guards and their entourage.

The group wasn't moving very fast. Some were carrying torches, some were looking down at maps, and some were whispering about their day's gains. No one expected the change to happen so quickly.

First, the ground beneath my feet trembled slightly, and then an indescribable chill suddenly rushed towards me.

Qin Yumo paused, her heart skipped a beat, and then she saw that the monster in front of her had also stopped moving.

The hornflies, bats, black maggots, and wild boars that had been wandering around were suddenly put on pause by something. Their wings stopped flapping, their mouths stopped opening, and even the bats that the hornflies had spat out were frozen in mid-air.

Then they moved.

They surged frantically towards the exit of the passage, as if trying to reach the Gale Palace.

The horned fly spewed bats three or four times faster, and soon it spat out a dense swarm of bats. The bats crowded together, like a black cloud drifting towards the Gale Palace.

Qin Zhengchuan reacted the fastest. He grabbed Qin Yumo's wrist and said in a low, urgent voice, "Back up! Back up to the corner!"

The people in the group also realized what was happening. Without hesitation, the Imperial Guards and their subordinates retreated towards the wall, moving into a recessed corner.

A Taoist priest raised his hand and cast a collective invisibility spell, causing white mist to explode and envelop everyone.

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In the sealed-demon mining area, the zombies that usually roamed leisurely began to riot after a slight delay. They roared and surged toward the mine exit, some crashing into the walls, others fighting each other, as if they had been kicked hard from their slumber.

In the Woma Forest, the orcs suddenly stopped, raised their heads, and stared in the direction of Fengmo Valley with their scarlet eyes. They let out low growls, as if they were afraid or angry, but they were rational and did not start a disorderly riot.

The monsters on the first floor of the Woma Temple were not so rational. Like the zombies, they also rioted and rushed wildly towards the front hall, creating chaos.

The adventurers who were slaying monsters in the Woma Forest also stopped. Some clutched their chests, some squatted on the ground retching, and some turned pale, unable to hold their weapons properly.

A warrior looked up toward the direction of the Sealed Demon Valley and muttered, "What is that thing..."

No one answered him, because everyone felt the unease welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

In Beach City, pedestrians on the street stopped in their tracks. Flower vendors forgot to call out their wares, vegetable vendors forgot to weigh their produce, and the old man selling candied hawthorns stood motionless in the middle of the road, carrying a straw target.

Some people looked up at the sky, which was still gray and unchanged; others looked down at the ground, which was still paved with bluestone slabs and had not changed much either.

But everyone felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on their heart, something they couldn't quite put their finger on.

The street was quiet for a moment, then the noise resumed. Some people continued to shout, some continued to haggle, and some continued to walk, but everyone moved faster than before, as if they wanted to finish everything and go home as soon as possible, close the door, and hide inside.

At Bai Ri Men, the Celestial Venerable was sitting on a stone bench under a tree, drinking tea, when suddenly his hand paused, and the teacup stopped in mid-air.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the jungle and valleys, looking toward the direction of Fengmo Valley. His white beard trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

The demonic energy in the direction of Fengmo Valley suddenly decreased, then recovered in an instant, as if something that had been sealed for thousands of years had broken free of its shackles.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but the aura made even this 200-year-old man's heart skip a beat.

He put down his teacup, stood up, leaned on his Wuji Staff, and looked towards the direction of Fengmo Valley, standing there for a long time.

The Celestial Venerable, who was standing there, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the jungle maze. His white beard trembled violently, and the Wuji Staff in his hand slammed heavily on the ground with a dull thud. He blurted out, "Not good!"

Meanwhile, deep within the jungle maze, a pair of crimson eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.

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Only the young master mage from Fengmo Valley, after sensing the enormous sound and the resentment emanating from the direction of the tree demon, realized...

His eyes suddenly lit up. He released the woman in his arms, stood up, and looked in the direction of the tree spirit.

He turned and called to his followers, "Let's go back to the tree spirits."

The attendants exchanged glances. Some wanted to say something, but seeing his expression, they swallowed their words.

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As soon as the tree demon collapsed, a notification appeared in Lin Mu's mind.

Experience gained: 4000000

Then a golden light flashed before Lin Mu's eyes.

Congratulations on reaching level 36!

Before he could even experience the changes brought about by the upgrade, resentment surged out from the tree demon's remains, as if countless hands were reaching out from the air to drag him into the ground.

That resentment was neither wind nor fog, but something indescribable, surging from the tree demon's remains, like a thousand years of pent-up hatred finally finding an outlet, impacting his consciousness wave after wave.

He felt the point of light representing the skull in his mind throbbing violently, and the faint thread connecting the skull was also trembling violently, like a string about to snap.

The skeleton stood on the small bridge, the flames in its eye sockets suddenly contracted and then blazed brightly again, as if it too was fighting against the resentment.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth, raised the Dragon Pattern Sword to block in front of him. The azure dragon pattern on the hilt gleamed with a faint golden light under the wash of resentment, like a thin barrier.

But he could still feel the resentment pulling at his mind, like countless cold, wet hands tearing at the edge of his consciousness.

He closed his eyes, his mental combat techniques raging, immersing his consciousness in that tangled mess of resentment, slowly prying away the cold, sticky whispers and squeezing them out of his mind.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the dark red earth and being instantly absorbed by the ground.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the piercing chill bit by bit, from his limbs back to his torso, from his torso back to his chest, from his chest back to his brow, and finally, he exhaled it as a breath, squeezing it out of his lungs and dissipating into the mist along with the white vapor.

The resentment churned around him for a long time, but he kept it at bay. It could only circle around him a few more times in frustration before slowly dissipating.

Lin Mu opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and the golden light on the dragon-patterned sword slowly dimmed, the azure dragon pattern returning to silence.

He looked down at his hands, which were still trembling slightly.

Chapter 201 The Blade of the Overlord

Lin Mu paused for a while before putting away the Dragon Pattern Sword and walking towards the tree demon.

He looked through the thinning mist and saw a scene of devastation. The tree spirit's massive trunk lay on the ground, split in two, with grayish-white wood shavings exposed. The roots had been uprooted from the pond, intertwined and gnarled like dead giant pythons.

The black water from the pond splashed all over the ground, mixed with dark red mud and grayish-white sawdust, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and decay.

On the small bridge, the skeleton still stood there, motionless, the flames in its two eye sockets flickering. The Dragon Slayer stood at its feet, the dark red light on its blade flickering, as if it too was stunned by the resentment from before.

The ground was covered with gold coins and items, densely packed, stretching from the tree trunks all the way to the edge of the pond, covering an area of ​​at least 100*100 square meters, glittering and dazzling.

Lin Mu didn't have time to think and rushed over to pick it up.

5000 gold coins have been discovered.

5000 gold coins have been discovered.

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He frantically stuffed the coins into his storage bag, and gold coins poured in like water. He picked them up until his hands were sore, counting them as he went. He collected about 50 gold coins...

After that.

Five bottles of Gale Divine Water have been discovered.

The attack on Divine Water*5 has been discovered.

Five bottles of the "Effective Stamina Elixir" have been discovered.

300 healing potions have been discovered.

1000 units of Eternal Snow Frost have been discovered.

500 Blessing Oils have been discovered.

50 random teleportation scrolls have been discovered.

50 acorns have been discovered.

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The Rainbow Feather Robe has been discovered.

The Blade of the Conqueror has been discovered.

The dragon-slaying has been discovered.

The Supreme Demon Blood Stone (Large) has been discovered.

The Holy War Bracelet has been discovered.

The Celestial Ring has been discovered.

The Soul-Avoiding Boots have been discovered.

The steel belt has been discovered.

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Lin Mu squatted on the ground for a good ten minutes before sweeping everything on the ground into his Qiankun bag.

He patted the dust off his knees and let out a long breath.

He sat down on the ground and took out the equipment piece by piece, spreading it out in front of him, and carefully examined it by the light of the torch.

The first item was a red and gold tight-fitting crop top, a high-slit skirt paired with red high heels, and embellished with gold-trimmed feathers; it looked very beautiful.

【Rainbow Feather Robe, Defense 4-14, Magic Defense 4-11, Magic 2-8, Requires Level 40】

This is an exceptional item; it has 5 more points of defense, 5 more points of magic resistance, and 3 more points of magic power than a regular item. It's a pity it's a female mage's outfit.

Lin Mu shook his head, folded the item neatly, and put it into his Qiankun bag. He thought he could sell it for a good price when he got back. Such top-quality equipment was rare, and people would definitely fight over it when it was put up for auction.

The second item is a one-handed, wide-bladed long knife. It is dark gray and has a high-quality feel. The design is simple and angular, with a gold square guard on the handle and a red tassel hanging from the end of the hilt.

Lin Mu picked it up; it was heavy, the blade was cold, and the edge gleamed coldly in the firelight.

He remembered that in the game, this was equipment that only the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could drop in the Shabak Treasure Pavilion, and this Ten-Thousand-Year Tree Demon had actually dropped it.

[Blade of the Overlord, Attack 6-38, Magic 2-13, Taoist Magic 3-14, Accuracy +4, Requires Level 46]

Another top-tier item. Lin Mu felt his heart skip a beat, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. It added six points to all attack and magic attributes, and two more to accuracy.

This knife would be a top-tier weapon in the hands of any profession.

It's much better than my own Dragon Pattern Sword.

Lin Mu held the knife, his fingers gently tracing the blade. It was cold and sharp, as if it could slice through sheet metal in one go.

It's worth upgrading his luck, but the required level is too high. He's only level 36 now, 10 levels short.

"We'll talk about it later." He carefully stored the Overlord's Blade deep inside his Qiankun Bag.