Book 15: Chapter 113
In order for a lie to be convincing, it needed to be layered with truths beforehand. Feng Jiutian lied to Ming Feizhen about plenty of things in hopes of capturing him. Feng Jiutian spared no efforts in his attempts from before they even met. One section, however, was true. Although some of the points he made regarding Nirvana’s bloodmarrow didn’t corroborate with Ming Feizhen’s knowledge, it was all true, and his wrong knowledge served to persuade Ming Feizhen that he was telling the truth.
Ming Feizhen did buy in, except Feng Jiutian didn’t account for the appetite of Mount Daluo’s “Ming” surname bearers. He needed a hole deep enough to trap a lion, yet he only prepared one big enough for a pussy.
Nirvana’s bloodmarrow was indeed one of the currently-existing traces of evidence of Nirvana’s existence, and it was something that Feng Jiutian actually had his hands on unlike some of the outrageous claims that others had made in the past. Connections to the bloodmarrow could have been traced back to the mystical era. Besides “fallen phoenix crown”, all other traces of Nirvana’s existence were essentially specks of grains on some items. The bloodmarrow that Feng Clan was able to convert into something tangible would have triggered a war if people found out of its existence. If they leveraged it well, they had the power to start a sect.
All that said, “leveraging it well” was the hardest part. After all, Feng Clan had plenty of advantages other clans did not, yet they were unable to maximise its benefits and, instead, invested enough to start a new big clan for virtually nothing.
Although Nirvana’s highly-toxic bloodmarrow had been condensed into a piece of jade, its negative impact on the human body could not be contained – and that was in spite of it just being a fragment of Nirvana’s bloodmarrow. While there were individual differences, it was only a question of how fast it took over someone’s mind. In time, the consumer would gradually lose the capacity to speak and their mobility before eventually perishing without doctors being able to identify the cause of death. Since Tang Ni never let the piece of jade leave his side, it was only natural that he was affected.
The last time Night Sparrow encountered Tang Ni, the latter’s skin colour looked white and smooth enough to have girls jealous, but he was now as white as a sheet. He usually kept his sinister qi concealed, but Nirvana’s bloodmarrow had affected his control of it.
“The fact that you’re still alive after meddling with Nirvana’s bloodmarrow for so long is admirable. We wouldn’t be your match if you were still in control of yourself, but are you sure you still have a chance?”
Tang Ni stretched his arms overhead and performed big hip circles as if to show he was perfectly fine. “That’s what you’re betting on to beat me? I don’t know if you know this or not, but the last thing we Tang Clan members are short on is methods to kill people without utilising martial arts.”
“We are in the capital.” Night Sparrow assumed a confrontational stance to boost her group’s morale. “There’s no place for you. You should understand what I mean.”