Chapter 42: Spider Poison

  "That's right, fellow Taoist friends of the Xuan Dao Sect, let us handle this matter!" Some inner door disciples also echoed in agreement, thinking that Wang Zhuo was correct.

  The Xuan Dao Sect crowd was somewhat hesitant, and the man with the surname Liu was about to use his seniority as an excuse to decline, but just then, the middle-aged man standing at the back let out a seemingly casual cough, and the man with the surname Liu's expression changed, nodding and saying: "In that case, thank you, fellow seniors of the Heng Yue Sect."

  Wang Zhuo smiled, turned around and shouted in the direction of Wang Lin: "Wang Lin, my junior brother, this chore of feeding the millipedes is left to you, be extremely careful!"

  When Wang Zhuo said this, all the Xuan Dao Sect disciples looked at Wang Lin one after another with strange expressions. How could they not understand the cat's claw in this? This Wang Lin must have offended Wang Zhuo.

  At this time, someone in the inner door of Hengyue Sect sneered: "I was just wondering who Wang Zhuo said earlier, and it turned out to be what I expected, this junior brother Wang Lin!"

  "He's doing this job and it really suits him. With his talent, practicing is a waste of time. Communicating on the field is also impossible." Someone next to him chimed in.

  "This kind of miscellaneous work, apart from this waste, there really isn't anyone else who can handle it. Wang Lin, you can do a good job, don't lose face for our Hengyue Sect."

  The sound of mockery filled the air, and each of the Xuan Dao Sect's disciples finally understood that Wang Lin had not only offended Wang Zhuo but also became the laughing stock of the inner sect due to his poor innate talent.

  Such a thing would happen in any sect and wasn't considered a big deal, so Wang Lin was immediately classified as a waste material in the hearts of all the Xuan Dao Sect disciples.

  The woman with the surname Zhou sitting next to Wang Lin furrowed her delicate eyebrows, casting a disgusted glance at Wang Zuo, and whispered to Wang Lin: "Wang Lin, junior brother, if I hadn't come over, he wouldn't have targeted you. I..."

  Wang Lin shook his head, Wang Zhuo had been targeting him for a long time, not just one or two days. From the moment they first met, Wang Zhuo always liked to mock and ridicule him. The inner sect disciples looked down on him even more because of the rumors that he had entered the sect by relying on his connections with the elders after attempting suicide, and doing some despicable things to curry favor with them.

  The most important thing is that he was in the third layer of the condensing gas period, and among these inner door disciples, he belonged to the lowest level.

  Strength decides everything. Wang Lin glanced at the centipede on the ground, full of ferocious colors, and didn't care, as if he hadn't heard it.

  Before long, Wang Zhuo arranged for several of his disciples to lead the Xuan Dao Zong crowd to their guest rooms to rest.

  A man with the surname Liu, who was a single Water Spirit Root of the Xuan Dao Sect, glanced at Wang Lin before leaving and said warmly: "This is Brother Wang Lin, right? This thousand-legged centipede from my Xuan Dao Sect has a wild nature that hasn't been tamed yet. When you feed it, be careful not to get too close, or you might get hurt."

  Wang Zhuo coldly smiled and glanced at Wang Lin a few times, then ignored him. Before long, everyone outside the grand hall dispersed.

  A woman with the surname Zhou frowned and said a few more words to Wang Lin before getting up and leaving.

  Looking at the empty square, Wang Lin stood up and walked towards the Millipede, stopping ten zhang away. He carefully examined this Millipede Spirit Beast.

  At close range, this millipede is a massive creature, its body composed of many rings, each with a pair of dark feet, densely packed and resembling sharp knives. The bamboo-like body faintly reveals a black glow, especially the head of the millipede, where two huge pincers protrude menacingly, inspiring fear in those who behold it.

  Apart from this, what is most striking are the two long red whiskers on its head, which move automatically in the absence of wind, like two long snakes twisting and shaking.

  It seemed to know that Wang Lin was paying attention to it, and it opened and closed its eyes, casting a cold glance at Wang Lin. A chill intent swept over him quickly.

  Wang Lin's body suddenly felt a chill, but immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy inside his body circulated and easily dissipated the cold air.

  The thousand-legged centipede looked at Wang Lin with a surprised expression, then closed its eyes and ignored him. Wang Lin showed an interested expression, thinking to himself that this centipede was indeed a spiritual beast, it was just like a human, even having expressions.

  He hesitated for a moment, then quickly left the place, strolling around in the mountains, spreading his divine sense, and easily catching a few small animals, carrying them in his hands as he walked back and forth.

  Along the way, they met several Xuan Dao Sect disciples, accompanied by a few inner sect seniors who were sharing interesting stories about their sect. When these seniors saw the small beast in Wang Lin's hand, they burst out laughing, drawing the attention of the Xuan Dao Sect disciples.

  One of the female disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect, with a delicate and charming appearance, said with a smile: "This brother, you've caught these small beasts, but they're not enough to fill the appetite of the centipede. You'd better catch a bigger one, that's what centipedes love."

  "Ouyang Shixiong, this foolish kid is usually as mute as a wooden chicken. You don't need to bother with him. You guys don't know that he didn't even qualify for cultivation back then and failed all the tests. He made such a fuss and eventually our masters reluctantly took him in as a nominal disciple!" Someone from the inner sect immediately chimed in, trying to curry favor.

  The person speaking was Wang Lin, a familiar face, who was Sun Hao, the one who had been ridiculed by Hou Shan and Wang Zhuo.

  "An inner disciple of the Hengyue Sect? But I see him wearing a red robe, shouldn't he be an outer disciple?" Someone from the Xuandao Sect immediately expressed their confusion.

  "I haven't finished speaking, this waste of a kid, I don't know what kind of despicable method he used to win over one of the masters, but before long he was taken in as a true disciple. However, even so, with his innate talent, apart from being laughed at by others, he can forget about making any progress in this lifetime." Sun Hao said loudly.

  Wang Lin glanced at these people calmly, didn't say a word, and quickly left. Not long after, he returned to the Thousand Feet Centipede's side, throwing down the small beast beside it.

  These two little beasts, as soon as they saw the centipede, were frightened and fell to the ground with trembling bodies.

  The centipede opened its eyes, didn't even glance at the small animals beside it, and spat out a thread of black air from its mouth. As soon as this black air came into contact with the two small animals, they immediately let out a hissing sound.

  In the blink of an eye, the two small beasts turned into a pool of blood, which was sucked up by the centipede and transformed into a column of blood that was swallowed into its mouth.

  Wang Lin took a few steps back, his eyes flashing. Centipedes generally contain venom, which is their strongest means of attack.

  When he was young, he had read in a book that the toxicity of centipedes has a great relationship with their body size. Simply put, the larger the individual, the stronger the toxin.