This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

Although the Demon Dao competition sounds very famous, its scale is not very large.

After all, there were only four sects participating, and together there were at most a hundred or so people.

The competition lasted for three days, but the first two days were basically nothing interesting.

Although direct disciples such as Chen Luo and Qin Mu would compete in the first two days, the opponents they lined up were almost not very strong.

After all, these are the seed players from all parties, and they must be saved for the last day to win the championship.

"You have three games today, one for each of the three sects' Foundation Building Stage opponents."

"But their strength won't be too strong. You can keep your hands appropriately to preserve your strength."

"You will really meet your opponent in the final match the day after tomorrow."

Lou Qingyu explained to Chen Luo from the side.

"In addition, if you encounter direct disciples from other sects fighting, you can also take a good look at them."

"Although they will most likely retain their strength, as long as they take action, you can still see some of their strength."

Chen Luo nodded and lowered his head, seeming to be thinking about something.

"By the way, Master, are the meals for these three days fully covered by the sect?"

Hearing Chen Luo's question, Lou Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

He thought that Chen Luo lowered her head there just now because she was thinking about how to deal with the true successors of other sects, but now it seems that she is overthinking.

"The sect is all-inclusive. Even though everyone is a monk and their cultivation level is not low, it doesn't matter if they don't eat."

"But Yu Tianci said that the visitor is a guest, and we can't lose face in front of outsiders, so we have to pay for all the food for the past few days."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo couldn't help but smile.

But the reason why he was happy was not because he could eat for free for three days.

Chen Luo is not a regular person either, and although the effects of those animal meats and Spirit Medicine are good, they don't make Chen Luo that happy.

What really makes Chen Luo happy is that since the sect has provided all the meals, Qin Mu and the others will definitely eat here in the hall.

Wouldn't it be much easier for him to poison him then?

Thinking of this, Chen Luo touched the bottle of poison in his arms.

This poison was specially refined by him for this Demon Dao Competition. It was combined with all the knowledge he had gained on poison training over the past few days.

The poison is colorless and odorless, even Gold Core monks cannot detect it, and it can react quickly with moisture.

Just a little water and the poison will instantly melt away, making it look as if it was never there.

And the most important thing is that as long as you control the dosage, you can even control the poison's onset time.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours, up to six hours.

"It's a pity that my poison-making ability is limited. If it were stronger, I might be able to refine it to delay the onset of twelve or even twenty-four hours."

Saying that, Chen Luo sighed helplessly.

If the onset of the poison could be delayed to twenty-four hours, then he could start administering the poison two days in advance.

The advantage of this is that even if the first time the drug is not successful, there is still a lot of time for him to continue to poison, as long as the amount of the drug is controlled.

Another advantage is that if the medicine is administered for long enough, even if something goes wrong with them, they can be cleared of suspicion.

Chen Luo sighed helplessly and cast his gaze towards the competition stage.

The two disciples above at this time are the disciples of Raging Fire Gate and Rakshasa Gate.

Both of their cultivation levels have reached the peak of the Foundation Building Stage, and they obviously had no intention of holding back during the fight, and both went all out.

But this is normal. After all, they are not true disciples and can easily surpass monks of the same realm.

If he held back, he would most likely be defeated by the opponent within a few moves.

The best way to successfully advance is to go all out against every opponent.

Shaking his head, Chen Luo didn't think much more, and then watched the battle between the two.

Although in Chen Luo's opinion, the strength of these two people can only be considered average, even if he fights against two, it is not a big problem.

But this does not mean that they have nothing worth learning from Chen Luo.

Especially the sects of these two people, the Raging Fire Gate specializes in "fire magic", and the "Rakshasa Gate" specializes in murder.

Both of them belong to the kind of sects that specialize in one discipline. Even if they have different strengths and different levels of cultivation, you can still tell the path of the entire sect from one of the disciples.

A minute later, the two people on the stage had already decided the winner.

The Rakshasa Gate disciple took out the Raging Fire Gate disciple's life gate with one sword. The Raging Fire Gate disciple had no time to resist, and finally the elder on the side took action to protect the Raging Fire Gate disciple.

"Rakshasa Gate's methods are quite ruthless."

Chen Luo couldn't help but say that this was his most intuitive feeling after watching the game for one minute.

In the one minute of fighting, almost every move made by the disciples of Rakshasa Gate was directed towards the death gate of the disciples of Raging Fire Gate.

If any of the Raging Fire Gate disciples failed to resist, they would probably die suddenly.

Fortunately, there was an elder watching from the side. Seeing that the Raging Fire Gate disciple was unable to resist, he took action in time, otherwise the disciple would have died.

"This is the way Rakshasa Gate cultivates, the way of killing. Every move is aimed at taking people's lives."

"If you don't block one move, you will turn into a corpse."

Lou Qingyu stood there and explained to Chen Luo.

"It seems like no one cares." Chen Luo couldn't help but say.

He found that the faces of everyone around him were calm, and neither Raging Fire Gate nor Rakshasa Gate seemed to find anything strange.

"There are no rules in this competition. You just need to be able to knock down your opponent and win."

"Besides, it's called Demon Dao. If you can't even kill someone, why would you call him Demon Dao?"

Lou Qingyu said coldly, as if he was saying something normal.

"During the competition, the elders of each sect will watch from the sidelines, in order to prevent such accidents from happening and they can help immediately."

"If you really kill someone by accident, you can't blame the disciples on the fighting platform. They were just doing their jobs. You can only blame the elders who were watching over you for not taking good care of your own disciples."

"Besides, every time there is a Demon Dao competition, there is almost bloodshed. If you are lucky, someone might just break an arm or something. If you are not lucky, five or six disciples will die. Everyone is used to it."

After hearing these words, Chen Luo raised his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but his face became serious without realizing it.

"Well, is it the same when it comes to direct competition?" Chen Luo couldn't help but ask.

Lou Qingyu glanced at Chen Luo and seemed to know what Chen Luo was thinking.

"No, the direct descendants are trained at a high price, and they are reluctant to part with them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo suddenly cleared away the gloom, and a smile appeared on his face again.

Just make sure nothing happens to you, the life and death of others is none of his business!