A Zither-Playing Old Man

The cosmetic powder that the little girl sprinkled was naturally poison.

Chusu was the successor of the Yellow Springs, the remnants of Corpse-Beheading, so his body was pervaded through and through by a cold, foul, and sinister poison. Logically speaking, he should not have feared any poison.

However, this cosmetic powder was not normal poison, but the Tang clan's poison.

If a true elder like Shang Xingzhou were to see this, they would assuredly recall an even more far-off period of history.

How was the Tang clan of the southwest able to calmly pass so many years under the watch of countless experts of the Divine Domain?

Why was every head of the Tang clan so mysterious and terrifying?

Because the Tang clan's greatest expertise and its most frightening technique was poison.

But with the passage of time, few people remembered this fact.

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Feeling his meridians rapidly withering, feeling his true blood flowing away, Chusu truly was about to go crazy.