Spiritual and Martial Conqueror Chapter 157

"Boy, what is the origin of your Monstrous Beast?" The Venomous Soul Marshal stared at Xiao Long with a shocked expression. He could not see through the aura of this little snake, and he did not recognize this demonic beast. However, the aura of this little snake caused him to feel a sense of danger.

"I don't know either. I accidentally picked it up." In the future, he would be able to let Xiao Long come out for more air, so it was unlikely that anyone else would be able to recognize Xiao Long. As for Xiao Long's identity, Lu Shao You naturally did not intend to tell Dong Wuming about it, not to mention that he did not know much about Xiao Xiaolong's identity. "Huff …"

A strong gust of wind blew, and the Heavenly Snowy Lion was already in the air.

"Old Dong, let's go." True energy flashed under Lu Shaoyou's feet as he jumped onto the back of the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion.

"Brat, you're still hiding this from me. This Monstrous Beast shouldn't be simple right?" The Evil Soul Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, stared at the dragon but could not determine what kind of demon beast it was. The existence of this demon beast was also absent from his mind. There were a few that had similar shapes, but there were clearly some differences.

"Heavenly Winged Snow Lion. This mysterious demon beast is not in a state of chaos when faced with danger, but it also has courage. Perhaps in the future, this boy will truly have some achievements." The Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Fuming glanced at Lu Shaoyu for a moment, then jumped onto the back of the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion.

"Let's go..." Lu Shaowu let out a light shout, flapped his wings, and flew up into the air.

"Kid, where are we going now?" Poison Soul Marshal Dong helplessly said to Lu Shaoyu.

"Elder Dong is now an elder of our Flying Spirit Sect. We should return to the Flying Spirit Sect. Elder Dong should also find a place to treat his wounds." Lu Shaoyu said.

"Old Dong, before your injuries heal, I wonder if you can attack me occasionally?" And in Lu Shaoyu's heart, there were still three things that troubled him.

If you give me three days' time to recuperate quietly and recover about ten percent of my strength, then I'm afraid that when the time comes, it won't be a problem to deal with ordinary Martial Spirits. If it's just fighting, it would affect my injuries, so, it's best if you don't cause any trouble for me. Although I'm an elder of some Flying Spirit Sect, I'm telling you, if you cause any trouble for me, I'll leave at any time. The Soul Poison Marshal seemed to have seen through Lu Shaoyu as he calmly glanced at him and said.

"With just this little strength, how would I dare to cause trouble? I'm just afraid that others will provoke me." Lu Shaoyu chuckled. It was enough to deal with ordinary Martial Spirits.

Six hours later, outside the Flying Spirit Sect, the Heavenly Snow Lion had retracted its wings. One could not tell that it had wings at all, and even the Poison Marshal was astonished when he saw it.

"Old Dong is wrong. This is also your Flying Spirit Sect." Lu Shaoyu smiled.

"Greetings, Sect Leader."

Inside the Flying Spirit Sect, a group of disciples greeted him with great respect and looked at the Poison Marshal curiously. Although the Poison Marshal had restrained his aura, no one dared to look at him directly.

"Elder Dong, I will arrange a secret room for you to treat your injuries. I will conduct the sect entrance ceremony for you in a few days." Lu Shaoyu said, but he knew in his heart that this matter would most likely be rejected by Huang Haobo and his men. It was not his decision to let the Poison Marshal join the Flying Spirit Sect.

"Take me to the secret chamber. I still need some medicinal ingredients. Prepare them for me, they will be of some help to my injuries." After the Poison Marshal finished speaking, he immediately began to persuade Young Master Lu for a few types of medicinal herbs. After the Poison Marshal finished speaking, he immediately tried to persuade a few types of medicinal herbs for Young Master Lu.

"Kid, you're quite capable." The Poison Marshal's face was filled with amazement. These medicinal herbs were worth at least sixty to seventy thousand gold coins. To a small martial artist, they were worth a lot. He had never thought that he would be able to take them out in a blink of an eye.

At first, he had thought that he was considered to be quite wealthy, but he didn't expect that using money was like running water. After all this time, he had lost several hundred thousand gold coins, and now, he only had six hundred thousand gold coins in cash.

"Brother, who is this grandpa?" After returning to her residence, Lu Xintong opened her bright eyes and raised her head to look at the Poison Marshal. She felt a faint sense of fear, not daring to get too close to him.

Fang Xinqi was also suppressed by the aura of the Poison Marshal, and did not dare to look him in the eye.

"Kid, who is this little girl?" Seeing Lu Xintong, the Soul Poison Marshal's expression changed to one of shock. He immediately turned to Lu Shaoyu and muttered, "I've finally found him. I didn't expect him to actually exist!"

"Elder Dong, this is my sister. He is also the daughter of the previous head of the Zephyr Guild." Along the way, Lu Shaoyu explained the situation of the Zephyr Guild to the Poison Marshal. Other than the secret room, Lu Shaoyu did not hide anything, including Huang Haibo and the others, as well as the trouble with the Black Sword Sect and the Luosha Sect. That was why the Poison Marshal, Dong Wuming, was preparing medicinal pills to heal his wounds and recovering his strength as soon as possible.

"This girl, just stay by my side from now on." The Soul Poison Marshal raised his head to speak to Lu Shaoyu, but his gaze found that he was sizing up Lu Xintong as if he was looking at a new continent.

"Old Dong, do you mean to take Zhitong in as your disciple?" Lu Shaoyu asked in surprise. He was also surprised, but he also started to hesitate. This old poison was full of poison, it didn't matter if he was a boy or a girl. If he was a girl, he would also be covered in poison in the future.

Therefore, Lu Shaowu didn't dare to teach her how to cultivate. He intended to let Uncle Nan see after he returned, that Uncle Nan would definitely have a way to unearth the greatest potential in Lu Xintong's body. Even Uncle Nan, Lu Xiaobai, had allowed her to become a martial artist, so naturally, Lu Xintong wouldn't mind.

"Can't you see that there are some hidden ailments in her body? I'm afraid no one can make her a martial warrior or a spirit cultivator." The Venomous Ghost Marshal glanced at Young Master Dong Lu and said.

Sect Leader, this Senior is right. In the past, Sect Leader Martial Uncle told my Master that I overheard it. He said that Zhitong's physique is naturally cold and unable to become a martial artist, and her soul force is also not outstanding. Fang Xinqi seemed to have thought of something as she spoke to Lu Shaoyu.

"Elder Dong, I can only live for twenty years. Elder Dong, please save me. Brat, I beg of you." He had long since treated his as his own little sister. He could imagine how he would feel if he were to only live to be twenty years old, but as for the matter of the Soul Poison Marshal, he had no doubt about it. After all, there was no need to lie to him.

"What are you worried about? I have a poison body, but it's only a Houtian level poison body. I am also alive and well. She is born with a poisonous body and is much stronger than me." After the Poison Marshal finished speaking, he squatted down on the floor. His sharp gaze was replaced by a gentle gaze that was hard to be seen by ordinary people. He looked at Lu Chitong and said, "You're called Chitong? Do you want to become a powerful warrior in the future?"

In her eyes, her brother was the strongest. She had always regarded her brother as her future target.

"As long as you work hard, you'll be much stronger than him. Unless that kid's cultivation is flying, your strength will be comparable to his. After three years, that kid won't be able to catch up to you." The Poison Marshal smirked.

"Yes, yes. I want to avenge father in the future. I also want to protect brother." Lu Xintong said seriously.

"Alright, hurry up and kowtow. I'll take you in as my disciple." "Haha." The Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, was very satisfied. A smile had been plastered on his pale face.

Lu Xintong knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. When he was about to continue kowtowing, he was suddenly helped to his feet by the poison marshal, saying, "Enough, enough. From now on, I'm your master. From now on, you're by your master's side. Master will teach you cultivation."

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