Chapter 537: Chapter 143: Moon Shadow Frost

"Damn it, the weather... Hiss, why did it suddenly get so cold?"

Wang Xiang took a light breath, feeling his hands and feet cold, and murmured softly.

The speaker was unaware, but the listener noticed.

Jian Qiuchi’s face slightly changed.

Lin Ling’Er laughed, "Brother Wang, the noon sun is so strong, much more temperate than the morning. You’re just wearing too little."

"Probably."

Wang Xiang made a ’hissing’ sound, "I’ll put on a few more layers later and drink a few more sips of hot soup."

Guo Heng observed Wang Xiang.

In just a moment, Wang Xiang’s complexion changed, sweat appeared on his forehead, his body trembled slightly, unable to stop shivering.

Something’s wrong!

Cooling down and recovering takes a process; it won’t hit this fiercely!

Could it be that the fish soup is really poisoned?

Guo Heng was secretly startled, instinctively looking at Sect Leader Jian Qiuchi.

Jian Qiuchi took out a porcelain bottle from his chest, poured out an elixir pill, swallowed it, and then closed his eyes to regulate his breath, clearly realizing something’s amiss.

Guo Heng dared not be careless and quickly mobilized his inner qi.

As soon as inner qi was raised, it was obstructed.

He realized that a faint layer of frost was appearing on his meridians, as if enveloping his organs with shadow, spreading to his limbs, and a surge of cold enveloped his whole body!

Indeed struck!

Guo Heng decided swiftly, trying to use inner qi to dispel this cold, but the cold intensifies within, freezing meridians, making inner qi unable to circulate.

Guo Heng involuntarily shivered, sweat appeared on his forehead, his complexion turned pale.

Lin Ling’Er noticed Guo Heng’s abnormality and asked concernedly, "Senior Brother Guo, your face looks awful, what’s wrong?"

Not only Guo Heng, even Jian Qiuchi was slightly trembling now!

Guo Heng opened his eyes, looked at Lin Ling’Er, and said, "Junior Sister Lin, don’t you feel cold?"

"No."

Lin Ling’Er was momentarily stunned, saying, "This boiling fish soup warms the body, how could it be cold?"

Ye Yushi stepped forward, came to Jian Qiuchi’s side, placed fingers on her wrist, transferring a strand of inner qi.

This strand of inner qi became frozen as soon as it entered the body!

Even Ye Yushi’s fingers had a layer of frost appearing.

Jian Qiuchi quickly flicked Ye Yushi’s fingers away, whispered, "This cold poison is extremely fierce; even my innate true qi can’t suppress it. You shouldn’t try."

At this moment, Wang Xiang and several Boat Gang fellows almost couldn’t stand, trembling uncontrollably, with uncertain and doubtful expressions.

They also realized that something was terribly wrong.

On the other side, Luo Qi’s face changed, said sternly, "The fish soup is poisoned!"

The disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect were in an uproar, standing up one after another.

Someone looked bewildered, saying, "What poison, I... I don’t feel anything?"

Most of the disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect indeed showed no symptoms.

Just then, an unusual sound came from the water flow beneath the passenger ship.

With a splash!

A figure broke out of the water and stood above the cabin.

This person wore blue-gray tight clothing, carrying a long and short twin sword at the waist, about forty to fifty years old, with a small mustache, cold demeanor, overlooking the people on the ship.

"Who is it!"

The disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect reacted quickly, drawing their swords loudly.

The intruder’s face was expressionless, completely ignoring the disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect, only waved lightly.

Figures suddenly appeared from swaying trees on either side of the canyon, flying through the air.

These individuals had excellent lightweight skills, clearly cultivated inner qi.

This place was at a relatively narrow section of Xiajiang River, surrounded by cliffs and towering trees, still leaving a considerable distance from the passenger ship.

These people used body technique, flying several tens of feet, beginning to fall.

Someone lightly touched with toes, a few leaps on the water, reaching the passenger ship.

This person had excellent body technique, long breath, clearly cultivated to the third grade, opened many meridians!

Someone’s sleeve flicked out long ropes, instantly pinned at various places in the ship’s cabin, sliding down along the ropes.

Someone landed on the water, suddenly a spider-like tool appeared underfoot, floating on the water, gliding swiftly.

Hundreds of blue-clad martial artists used all means, dazzling to watch, quickly arrived on the passenger ship, encircling Ba Mountain Sword Sect disciples!

These people were expressionless, cold eyes, no emotion, like observing dead bodies!

Disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect felt somewhat panicked.

After all, they were heavily outnumbered and each opponent was a master!

Casually one of them was above fifth grade!

Some disciples’ hands trembled uncontrollably, nearly dropping swords.

"Why are you shaking? With Master and Senior Brother Guo here, don’t panic!"

Lin Ling’Er sharply rebuked.

That disciple’s voice trembled, face pale, "Senior Sister Lin, I... I can’t control it..."

"With Master and Senior Brother teaching you, there’s a fuss... Hiss, scared like this!"

Lin Ling’Er spoke, also involuntarily shuddered.

She suddenly realized her arm was slightly trembling, a coldness sprouted inside, gradually spreading!

A sense of fear quickly spread among Ba Mountain Sword Sect disciples.

"I’m Guo Heng, my father is Inspector of Yizhou, joined Ba Mountain Sword Sect, what are you gentlemen called?"

Guo Heng knew the situation was urgent, yet steadied his mind, asked loudly.

Actually, he vaguely guessed these people’s origins, just dared not confirm.

The previous sentence seemed like an inquiry, but the emphasis was on being Inspector of Yizhou’s son.

Perhaps, with this identity, it could make the opponent wary.

"Even if you’re a prince, you must die today."

The middle-aged hermit on the deck showed a trace of mockery in his eyes, clearly seeing through Guo Heng’s thoughts, and said nonchalantly.

Guo Heng’s face looked a bit unpleasant.

"Sect Leader Jian, don’t bother."

That middle-aged hermit said indifferently, "The poison inflicted upon you is our Dongyi Race’s ’Moon Shadow Frost’, this poison is colorless and tasteless, not deadly, but will temporarily freeze martial artist meridians, cold poison into the body, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the reaction."

"Unless one is a grandmaster, even an innate martial artist can’t expel the cold poison."

Upon hearing this, Guo Heng understood.

No wonder the Sect Leader and he reacted first, while other disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect showed abnormalities now.

Jian Qiuchi opened her eyes, said solemnly, "Dongyi Race hermit, quite a maneuver!"

Upon hearing Sect Leader’s words, many disciples of Ba Mountain Sword Sect were startled.

With the current situation, everyone’s hope was placed on the Sect Leader.

After all, the Sect Leader was a top expert on the Celestial Ranking.

But the Sect Leader implied she was also restricted by cold poison, can’t manage herself!

Some showed traces of despair, some panicked, some were at a loss.

Above the entire cabin, only two people remained calm.

Chen Tang and Ye Yushi.

From start to finish, neither’s expression changed much.

Chen Tang even held a bowl, drinking soup casually, as if unaware of the dangerous situation, life hanging by a thread.