Supreme Emperor of Mist

Chapter 269: Hundred Poison Swamp (1)

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There's a reason for Qin Lan to feel like this simultaneously.

First of all, was his speechlessness due to the state of the elder's room. Only the medicinal cauldron, approximately 1.5 meters tall in the middle of the room and the space of one meter surrounding the vat, was safe from his messiness.

Looking at this room made Qin Lan reminiscence about how disorder he was before this.

If Qin Lan was not mistaken, plenty of disciples at least offered to clean the room on behalf of the elder. But they were all rejected without reason.

And the reason is why Qin Lan felt like smiling at the same time.

As a fellow Pill Refiner, one in the ancestral-grade achievement on top of that, he could understand Elder Gongsun's eccentricity and where it came from. The disorder in this room might seem pointless in the disciples' and practitioners' eyes, but they're actually not.

In fact, Elder Gongsun's messiness had something to do with the medicinal he had, as well as how he refined a pill! In the eyes of the clueless, this is a disorder. But in Qin Lan's eyes, this is a formation!

Yes!

This is a brilliantly laid formation!

But of course, If Qin Lan were to give him a score from 1 to 100, this formation alone is only worth less than 5 points.

The elder was still lying on his comfortable bamboo-made recliner. Making the sound like a pig smelled something delicious, the elder extends his hand towards Qin Lan for the two bottles of wine.

"Can this junior tidy up elder's room?" Qin Lan asked with a smile while he placed the two bottles on the tea table. Using his finger to poke a considerably big hole on that oily Xuan-Paper, he respectfully put the wine bottle on the elder's hand.

"No cup?" the elder stretched his body like he was unhappy for being given a wine straight from the bottle. If this was shown right in front of the elders, Qin Lan would be scolded if he was let go lightly and might get a slap if he was punished heavily.

"Answering the elder, Strong wine kicks in from the jar, and fragrant wine comes from the cup. Since you enjoyed drinking a bottle of wine of this strength, why bother with the cup?" Qin Lan replied.

"Sharp tongue." the elder said and turned around before he started drinking straight from the bottle. From his expression, it seems that Qin Lan was correct about what he said, but the elder was just too prideful to agree with him.

After all, Qin Lan was just a junior. To a prideful elder like himself, how can he let a youth teased him back instead?

"Do what you like. If you can clean the room to my liking, I'll let you take one item from my room." the elder added before he filled his mouth with another sip and savored the spiciness that burns this throat.

"Then... Junior won't be bothering the elder." Qin Lan grinned and left the elder's side.

Although Qin Lan said he would tidy the elder's room, those expected noises from moving things, sweeping the floor, and throwing trash didn't happen. It was as quiet and serene as it could as if Qin Lan left the room after failing the challenge.

But when it was about the time for dinner, the elder's jaw almost fell to the ground.

"This brat! What are you doing to my room, huh?" the elder shouted at Qin Lan for messing up with his room.

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"Are you sure about what you're saying, Qian Shou?" said a fellow disciple seated comfortably on his chair enjoying tea. He's wearing significantly similar clothing that all outer disciple of Iron Flesh Sect was wearing.

But there's a hint of differences, especially on the shoulder part and his collar. It looks like there's an additional layer of linen around the upper part, like a short, arm-length cloak. The extra layer had a special red dye on the textile, making it eye-catching to those staring at his robe.

"I'm sure, big brother Qian Lang. Please help us. As long you can help us rescue little sister Qian Rou, we'll help you to kill the Flame Spitting Scorpion." Qian Shou said.

"Alright. How is your preparation? Do you want me to give you people a day or two to prepare?" the person called Qian Lang said. He should be a fourth-stage Flesh Refining Realm cultivator based on the Spiritual Qi leaking out from him.

"We're ready." Qian Shou nodded with the three bullies that got Qin Lan's attention earlier.

"Then let us depart. The earlier we go, the faster we can get the lead. I can't wait to get my hand on the two Beast Cores that belonged to the Flame Spitting Scorpions." Qian Lang said.

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And that was what happened about four hours ago.

Right now, the group of five had just entered the Hundred Poison Swamp.

This was a place that changed its landmark once to twice every single day. The putrid and sour stench can be smell almost everywhere. The odor was even more pungent the closer they were to the swamp with unknown organisms living within.

Luckily, it hasn't been too long since their last trip into this location. The marking that Qian Shou and his team left here is visible, albeit the land has changed quite a bit. But because a few of their roads were blocked by swamps deeper than their waist level, it was unwise to insist on using the same track.

The detour cost them some of the time and effort as they got attacked by new spiritual beasts that recently made this spot their home. And because they came here without prior planning, it was much more dangerous than coming here to accomplish a mission.

After getting attacked a few times, the group had no choice but to settle on dry land that looked safe.

"Damn... To think that even a Verdant Jewel Beetle can appear while searching for Qian Rou and the others. What else might appear next?" Qian Lang complained. Although his strength is more than enough to kill the beetle, he can't be wasting all of them early on.

Especially not when his opponent is likely going to be two Flame Spitting Scorpions.

And while they were resting and recovering their strength, a predator was closing in nearby. Armed with a pair of pincers and a sharp stinger, this predator is precisely the target they're looking for.

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