72: Chapter 72 The Poison of Fairy Qingyue

Qian Kun slumped among the rubble, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his whole body trembling.

He truly didn't know anything about some Wang Family Treasure Body.

"Two Seniors, this Junior really doesn't know! I've seen the Tiangang Sect's Disciple roster for the past few years, and there's definitely no one named Wang Teng! Much less any Treasure Body! If there really were a Genius with a Treasure Body, I would certainly know about it."

Shen Yuanshan and Shen Yuanhe exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed.

Could it be that Wang Teng didn't join the Tiangang Sect?

Or was this kid lying?

"Third Brother, what should we do?" Shen Yuanhe asked via voice transmission.

Shen Yuanshan pondered for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Forget it, let's clean up the matter at hand first. As for Wang Teng... we'll send people to investigate after we leave."

Shen Yuanhe nodded and pulled a small jade bottle from his robes.

The jade bottle was pitch-black, with dark red patterns flowing on its surface, and a strange aura faintly diffused from it.

When Qian Kun saw that jade bottle, his pupils constricted.

Although he didn't know what was inside, the bone-chilling aura blowing toward him made him instinctively feel terrified.

"You... what are you going to do?!"

His voice was trembling.

Shen Yuanhe grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. "Last time I let you escape because I was careless. This time, I've specially prepared something good for you."

He pulled out the stopper, and a puff of dark red mist drifted out of the bottle, emitting a nauseating, sickly-sweet scent.

The mist condensed in the air without dissipating, slowly slithering like a venomous snake.

"What is this?!" Qian Kun's face turned deathly pale as he struggled desperately, trying to flee.

But his Dantian had already been shattered by Shen Yuanshan, and his spiritual energy had dissipated; he couldn't muster even a bit of strength.

Shen Yuanhe pinched his chin and tilted the jade bottle.

A drop of dark red liquid fell from the bottle into Qian Kun's mouth.

The liquid melted as soon as it entered his mouth, instantly merging into his flesh and blood.

Qian Kun's whole body stiffened, and immediately after, a violent, burning pain erupted within him!

"Ahhh—!!!"

He let out a shrill scream, rolling frantically on the ground. Blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and dark red patterns appeared on his skin, spreading like a spiderweb.

Wherever those patterns passed, his skin began to fester, his flesh began to dissolve, and even his bones made an ear-piercing "crackling" sound.

A moment later—

Qian Kun's screams came to an abrupt halt.

His body lay stiffly on the ground, his eyes wide open, his pupils dilated, and his breath completely gone.

But strangely, his corpse did not rot; instead, it remained as it was before death, with the expression of terror and pain still lingering on his face.

Even more shocking was the faint, flickering dark red light at the center of his forehead—a trace of his Divine Soul being eroded by the toxin.

Shen Yuanshan watched this scene and marveled, "Is this the poison given by Fairy Qingyue? Its power is truly terrifying!"

Shen Yuanhe crouched down, checked Qian Kun's breathing, and scanned him with his Divine Thought. Confirming that no signs of life remained, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, I specifically asked her for this. Just a touch of this stuff can annihilate the Divine Soul; even secret methods of resurrection would be useless."

He stood up and looked at Shen Yuanshan. "Third Brother, how should we handle the remaining ones?"

Shen Yuanshan glanced at the nine Tiangang Sect Disciples lying haphazardly on the ground and said indifferently, "The same way. Feed them the poison."

Shen Yuanhe followed suit, dripping the dark red liquid into the mouths of the nine people one by one.

Screams rose and fell, but they soon faded into silence.

All nine Tiangang Sect Disciples, along with Qian Kun, were dead.

Shen Yuanshan looked at the corpses scattered across the ground, his eyes showing not a single ripple of emotion.

"Destroy the bodies and wipe out the evidence. Leave no trace."

Shen Yuanhe nodded and waved his hand. A wave of spiritual energy swept out, enveloping all ten corpses.

The spiritual energy transformed into blazing flames, incinerating the corpses along with the bloodstains on the ground.

A moment later, only a charred mark remained on the spot, as if nothing had ever happened.

Shen Yuanshan glanced toward the depths of the Secret Realm and turned to Shen Yuanhe. "Let's go. We'll head out to rendezvous with Second Brother and the others."

The two of them flickered and disappeared into the Forest of Jagged Rocks.

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In a corner of the Secret Realm.

Shen Quan crouched down, looking at the Spirit Medicine before him that was entirely translucent white and emitting a faint glow, his eyes full of excitement.

"nine nether mysterious ice lotus!"

Liu Xuzi's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of surprise. "Good stuff! This is an extremely rare ice-attribute Spirit Medicine, containing a trace of the Dao's ice charm. If refined, it can not only significantly boost your cultivation but also temper your Physical Body!"

Shen Quan swallowed hard and carefully pulled a Jade Shovel from his robes, preparing to dig up the Spirit Medicine by its roots.

This nine nether mysterious ice lotus grew upon a massive block of cold ice. The surrounding temperature was extremely low, and even the air was filled with tiny, condensed ice crystals.

He had just been tailing those few Cultivators, following them deep into this ice plain. Those people had only cared about rushing forward, completely failing to notice this Spirit Medicine obscured by ice crystals at their feet.

It had allowed him to pick up a bargain.

As for those Cultivators—they were already lying in the snow not far away, devoid of breath.

Shen Quan took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and gently inserted the Jade Shovel into the ice, peeling away the cold ice around the Spirit Medicine bit by bit.

"Be careful not to damage the roots," Liu Xuzi warned. "The medicinal power of the nine nether mysterious ice lotus is primarily in the roots. If they are damaged, the efficacy will be greatly reduced."

Shen Quan nodded, his movements becoming even gentler.

Just at the moment he was about to dig out the entire Spirit Medicine—

"Hehe."

A soft chuckle came from behind him, tinged with playfulness and smugness.

Shen Quan's whole body stiffened, his pupils constricting.

He spun around abruptly, spiritual energy surging wildly within him as he scanned the surroundings warily.

The snowy ground was empty; there was nothing there.

"Who's there?!"

His voice was a bit tight, his gaze scanning every inch of the ground like a hawk, yet he didn't find even a shadow of a person.

"Young Master, be careful!" Liu Xuzi's voice boomed in his mind, sounding heavy. "The newcomer is not simple; I actually didn't sense her aura at all!"

Shen Quan's heart sank.

Liu Xuzi was the remnant soul of a Saint King Realm expert. Although less than one percent of his strength remained, his perception was still far beyond that of ordinary people.

For even him not to have noticed the other's presence meant the newcomer's concealment methods were extremely sophisticated, and their cultivation was definitely not low.

"Hehehe—"

Another burst of soft laughter came from all directions, making it impossible to discern the exact location.

"Little brother, don't be nervous."

The voice was charming and flirtatious, with a hint of laziness, like the murmur of a cat stretching.

Shen Quan's brows furrowed as his gaze swept the area, suddenly landing on a massive icy boulder not far away.

Atop the icy boulder, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.

It was a woman in a water-blue long dress, her waist as slender as a willow and her figure graceful.

She leaned sideways against the boulder, one hand supporting her chin while the other toyed with a lock of black hair hanging over her chest. Her posture was lazy, and her gaze was seductive.

It was none other than Lan Xi.

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