82: Chapter 82 Su Qinghan's Suspicion, Ziyang Valley Clearing Out

The jade bottle was unsealed, and a rich wave of vitality and refreshing fragrance permeated the air.

This was a first-grade supreme healing liquid brewed by Qi Yang in the underground secret chamber using the black gourd to mature dozens of top-grade healing Spirit Medicine.

As long as there was still a breath left, this thing could pull a person back from the gates of hell.

Su Qinghan vigilantly looked around, but the hall was completely empty, without even a trace of extra aura.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Su Qinghan cupped her hands toward the empty hall, her voice weak but full of gratitude.

Without hesitation, she directly tilted her head and poured the spiritual liquid from the jade bottle into her stomach.

Deep within the passage, Qi Yang watched Su Qinghan ingest the spiritual liquid and nodded in satisfaction.

He did not stay any longer, turning around and merging into the dark maze.

Only by keeping this amulet safe could his days in the Xuantian Sect continue to be stable.

On the other side, after the healing spiritual liquid entered her throat, it transformed into a majestic yet gentle medicinal force, circulating through Su Qinghan's limbs and bones.

Her withered Meridians were like long-awaited rain after a severe drought; not only did the damaged parts heal at a rate visible to the naked eye, but even her depleted spiritual power was rapidly recovering.

In just half an incense stick's time, her pale complexion regained its ruddy color, and her aura returned to the Peak state of the Qi Condensation 11th Layer.

"Such tyrannical medicinal efficacy! Even the Alchemy Elders of the Sect might not be able to refine such top-grade spiritual liquid."

Su Qinghan stood up, her eyes filled with shock.

But immediately after, her brows furrowed slightly.

As a Sword Cultivator who frequently hovered on the edge of life and death, her sensitivity to auras was extremely high.

Amidst this rich medicinal fragrance, she actually detected a faint, unique aura carrying a cold attribute.

She was far too familiar with this kind of cold aura.

That was the scent emitted only by the land where nether grass grew year-round in the most remote Nether Grass Field of the Xuantian Sect.

"How is this possible?!"

In Su Qinghan's mind, the figure of an old man with a hunched back, a wrinkled face, and watering the grass field slowly suddenly emerged.

Qi Yang?

As soon as this thought arose, Su Qinghan dismissed it as absurd.

Qi Yang was merely trash with Five-Element Mixed Spiritual Roots and Qi Condensation Third Layer, how could he possibly appear in this perilous Yunxing Abyss?

It was even more impossible for him to possess this kind of top-grade healing spiritual liquid, let alone break open the ultimate Formation in secret to save her.

"I must be overthinking it. Perhaps some reclusive Senior happened to use spiritual medicine similar to nether grass as an auxiliary medicine."

Su Qinghan shook her head, casting this absurd thought out of her mind.

She put away the jade bottle, glanced coldly at the corpses of her fellow Sect members in the hall, gripped her long sword, and turned to walk deeper into the maze.

Meanwhile, in another area of the Yunge Pavilion maze, the elite team of Ziyang Valley was ruthlessly clearing the field.

"Slaughter all the Loose Cultivators in this area! Anyone who dares approach the core passage is to be executed without mercy!"

A Qi Condensation 12th Layer deacon of Ziyang Valley coldly issued the order.

At the very front of their team, Ye Hongyu, dressed in a suit of red clothes, had a cold expression.

Surrounded by violent purple lightning, wherever she passed, those complex maze Formations were forcibly blasted into a smooth path by her thunder-fire power.

Ziyang Valley's intention was very obvious: relying on their powerful strength, they wanted to monopolize the route leading to the core area of the Yunge Pavilion, blocking all other Sects and Loose Cultivators outside.

Several Ziyang Valley Disciples broke away from the main force, wandering around the maze's fork roads to clean up any remaining fish that slipped through the net.

Soon, they locked their sights on Su Qinghan, who was traveling alone.

"Yo, isn't that the iceberg Prodigy of the Xuantian Sect? Why is she alone?"

Three Ziyang Valley Disciples blocked Su Qinghan's path, malicious sneers plastered across their faces.

All three of them were experts at the Qi Condensation 11th Layer.

Su Qinghan's eyes turned cold, her long sword unsheathed, and Sword Qi flickered menacingly.

"Scram."

Her voice was ice-cold, without a single word of nonsense.

"Toasting and refusing to drink fine wine! Attack, leave her alive!"

The three Ziyang Valley Disciples grinned hideously, simultaneously conjuring their Magical Artifacts to pounce on Su Qinghan.

Behind a bronze statue less than thirty zhang away from the battlefield, Qi Yang was quietly watching this scene.

In fact, he had not gone far; instead, he secretly followed Su Qinghan to ensure the safety of his amulet.

Seeing the people from Ziyang Valley make a move, a flash of grim murderous intent crossed Qi Yang's eyes.

"Want to touch my person? Have you asked the poison in my hands?"

Qi Yang did not attack directly; instead, he flicked his finger slightly, silently sending wisps of colorless and odorless poisonous powder along the faint airflow in the maze onto the path Su Qinghan was bound to retreat along.

This was an ultimate poison trap refined from the top-grade bone-corroding flower he had matured, combined with blood-dissolving powder.

In the battlefield, although Su Qinghan's strength was formidable, facing the siege of three peers of the same realm, she still fell into a disadvantage.

Fighting as she retreated, before she knew it, she had fallen back into the area where Qi Yang had set his trap.

"Little vixen, see where else you can run!"

A Ziyang Valley Disciple laughed heartily, stepping completely unprepared onto that seemingly ordinary bronze ground.

Hiss!

The moment his foot landed, the colorless and odorless poisonous mist erupted violently!

"Ah!!!"

Amidst the screams of that Ziyang Valley Disciple, his Protective Aura was directly melted through.

The top-grade bone-corroding poisonous mist directly invaded his seven orifices, and in just two breaths, a living expert at the Qi Condensation 11th Layer turned into a pool of blood steaming with white smoke!

The other two Ziyang Valley Disciples were frightened into Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, hurriedly trying to retreat, but the poisonous mist spread at an extremely fast speed, directly enveloping them within it as well.

"No! What kind of ghostly thing is this!"

The two frantically urged their thunder-fire spiritual power trying to disperse the poisonous mist, but under the blessing of Qi Yang's Poison Wood Spiritual Power, these poisonous mists were like maggots on a tarsal bone, directly corroding their spiritual power completely away.

In the blink of an eye, two more pools of blood appeared on the ground.

Su Qinghan stood at the edge of the poisonous mist, looking at this eerie and terrifying scene, her back soaked in cold sweat.

It was that Senior who helped in secret again?

Such ruthless poison-path methods were simply hair-raising!

Just at this moment, an angry, furious feminine shout suddenly came from afar.

"Audacious! How dare you kill people from my Ziyang Valley!"

Rumble!

A purple lightning bolt as thick as a water vat tore through the maze passage, and a violent surge of thunder-fire power swept over.

Ye Hongyu, dressed in a suit of red clothes like fire, transformed her figure into a streak of lightning, appearing at the edge of the poisonous mist.

Looking at the three pools of blood on the ground, her exquisitely beautiful face was covered in frost.

Those eyes carrying lightning tightly scanned the dark corners around.

"Cowering, rat-like scum, get out here for me!"

Ye Hongyu formed hand seals with both hands, and the violent thunder-fire spiritual power erupted fully.

Countless purple lightning bolts centered around her, bombarding all directions indiscriminately.

The bronze walls were blasted full of pits, and the entire passage shook violently.

She was going to scour the ground with thunder and fire, forcefully driving out the poison cultivator hidden in the dark!

Qi Yang, hiding behind the statue, furrowed his brows.

This crazy woman's thunder-fire power was indeed tyrannical, and her perception was acute. If he continued to lurk, sooner or later he would be forced out.

But he did not want to fight to the death with this mutated Spiritual Root Prodigy and expose his trump cards right now.

Qi Yang's gaze flickered as he saw an abandoned, shimmering star-magnetism Formation on the other side of the passage.

"Let me find you some fun."

Qi Yang flicked his finger, and a drop of extremely compressed liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power accurately shot into the core node of that abandoned Formation, directly detonating it!

Boom!!!

The abandoned star-magnetism Formation was forcibly activated, and a violent star-magnetism storm erupted within the passage, shattering Ye Hongyu's thunder-fire power into disarray.

"Dammit!"

Ye Hongyu's expression changed, and she had no choice but to withdraw her spiritual power, fully resisting this sudden star-magnetism storm.

Taking advantage of this chaotic gap, Qi Yang's voice was wrapped in spiritual power, turning into a thread-thin voice transmission that drilled into Su Qinghan's ears.

"The third fork to the front-left is the path of life, go quickly!"

Su Qinghan shook all over, immediately transforming into a streak of sword light, and rushed into that hidden passage along the direction guided by Qi Yang.

As for Qi Yang himself, under the cover of the star-magnetism storm, he quietly slipped into another fork road.