Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 500 I'll grant your wish (26)

If she hadn't provoked her, Mo Qiong might have spared her life.

But this person intended to harm her and her master from the very beginning, so this child must not be allowed to live.

It had been seven or eight years since Mo Qiong last met Bai Jiayue, and now that Bai Jiayue was disfigured, Mo Qiong did not recognize her as her senior sister.

However, this is also good, as it saves them from having any psychological burden.

The poison doctor's poison had been neutralized. When he saw Mo Qiong harming his disciple, his eyes widened and he began to struggle violently, "Cough, witch, how dare you!"

I will not let you get away with this.

People in this world like to call any woman they can't beat a witch a "demoness," which is really not a good habit.

Xiong Bufan ladled out another large spoonful of soup and ran over, saying, "Try it and see if the poison I made is any good."

Lao Tzu considers himself a genius at concocting poisons.

"Witch, you mustn't!"

Xiong Bufan shoved the soup spoon directly into the Poison Doctor's mouth, "Being poor? I won't suffer or be poor. Thank you for your blessing."

Mo Qiong wiped her sweat. This person hadn't actually given her master any blessings; it was her master who had taken the initiative to speak.

Having high combat power is good; you can even turn black into white.

The soup was too hot, scalding the poison doctor's throat. He was now tied to a tree, writhing and thrashing like a maggot.

Xiong Bufan asked from the side, "What do you think of my alchemy skills? Do you also think I'm a genius at alchemy?"

The poison doctor is now unable to speak, and can only make "ooh ooh, vomit" sounds.

Xiong Bufan frowned. Was this person disrespecting her by not replying? She didn't like fools who looked down on others.

Xiong Bufan smacked the Poison Doctor in the face with a spoon, yelling, "I'm talking to you! Answer me!"

He used too much force again, and the poison doctor's head rolled quite a distance, blood still gushing from his neck.

Unexpectedly, this person was so fragile. Xiong Bufan, who was in the wrong for once, kicked the tree and said, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

If you don't say anything, I'll take that as forgiveness.

The Poison Doctor remained silent, and Xiong Bufan continued, "You are truly a magnanimous person; you will have a good ending."

The tree broke, crushing the poison doctor beneath it. His body was now mangled, just like those poisonous insects.

Looking at all this, Kongkong felt that as long as Xiong Bufan had fooled him, that was enough. How could a dead man talk?

The poison doctor and his apprentices have now been completely wiped out; they are all dead beyond any doubt.

Xiong Bufan can be considered to have rid the martial arts world of a scourge, and thus did a good deed.

It should be known that in the martial arts world, poison doctors are known for their ruthlessness. They love to harm talented children, turning them into medicine people and selling them to the imperial court or some landlords as a medicinal ingredient.

In addition, the poison doctor also likes to poison innocent people. If he goes to a place he doesn't like, he will even poison the well.

Mo Qiong knew that Xiong Bufan would never give up that pot of soup, so after finishing her meal, she started building a small cart to take the pot with her.

Xiong Bufan didn't have so many worries; the worst outcome was that these things would be buried in the ground.

Anyway, she now knows she's a genius at poison making.

Mo Qiong may be too murderous in some ways, but her fighting skills are top-notch.

As soon as it was light, the carriage set off with the large pot on its back.

The bodies of the poison doctor and Bai Jiayue remained there, along with the bloodstains on the ground.

Mo Feng began appointing disciples, establishing a school, a disciplinary hall, and a competition hall within the sect, determined to bring glory to the sect.

There were just too many things to do in the sect, and he didn't even have time to rest, let alone practice martial arts, so decentralization was the best option.

After Mo Feng had some free time, he began searching for martial arts manuals, determined to master even higher levels of skill.

The house was searched thoroughly, but Mo Feng couldn't find any written manuals or the secret room in Mo Chou's house.

Mo Feng put the things he had looked through back in their original places, silently left Xiong Bufan's bedroom, and headed towards the library.

He will definitely find the secret manual, even if that manual limits his talent and martial arts skills, it doesn't matter.

If Xiong Bufan knew about his disgusting behavior, he would have given him a copy of the "Sunflower Manual." Since he likes martial arts, let him practice to his heart's content.

"Acting sect leader, another disciple wants to become your disciple."

Mo Feng was still browsing in the library when he heard these words. He put down his book and slowly walked out. "I know, I'll go take a look."

"Yes, Acting Sect Leader."

Rumors about Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong are circulating everywhere in the martial arts world, and they're certainly not good rumors.

It's nothing more than the female demon from the Moshan Sect descending the mountain with her female disciple—one a killing god, the other a madwoman—and wreaking havoc on the martial arts world.

These two witches also have a large pot filled with poisoned soup, and many heroes have already fallen victim to their wickedness.

This matter is truly a miscarriage of justice for Xiong Bufan. She wouldn't hurt others unless they provoked her.

Those who drank the soup brought it on themselves.

That day, Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong rented two superior rooms at the inn. As soon as they paid, someone came to snatch the rooms, saying that Mo Qiong was too big and burly to live in a superior room and that Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong should give up the superior rooms to them.

Adhering to the principle of not doing evil to others, Mo Qiong kindly reminded them that she had already paid and asked them to look for another place.

The man wouldn't listen to any explanation and even tried to use a knife, so Xiong Bufan threw him into a big pot, gave him several mouthfuls of soup, and then he crawled out crying and ran back home.

Xiong Bufan didn't kill them, and after they escaped, they started spreading rumors everywhere.

To some extent, Xiong Bufan was also a victim, because they were falsely accused and their reputations were damaged.

Since the battle for the secret manual seven years ago, no one from the Mo Shan Sect has been invited to any subsequent martial arts tournaments.

The streets were filled with people from various sects. Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong were dressed in men's clothing, looking like ordinary people, and mingled on the street.

Xiong Bufan disliked going down the mountain and didn't receive any news at all. The martial arts tournament passed peacefully for two sessions.

Mo Qiong: "Master, are we going to the martial arts tournament?"

"No way. I don't want to go anywhere that hasn't invited me." With that, Xiong Bufan took a big bite out of a candied hawthorn.

Mo Qiong said with a hint of regret, "Alright." She hadn't actually watched the martial arts tournament yet.

"Don't worry, in seven or eight years, you can also participate in the martial arts tournament. Just don't embarrass me."

"Yes, Master."

Since the original owner's mother had not yet been found, Xiong Bufan did not intend to linger on the road. "Let's set off as soon as possible and try to find Mochou's mother before winter comes."

"Yes, Master."

Xiong Bufan has really grown this time. He's no longer just focused on watching the excitement; now he's thinking about completing the mission.

Becoming a god is just around the corner.