You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

After Zhong Xun and Fang Qian entered Du Ruosen's territory, "miasma" was generated.

More accurately, it was a barrier that enclosed the three of them individually.

Meng Jingting and his group were thrown back onto the sand by the inverted polluting force.

Under the blazing sun, unlike the humid and stuffy interior of the mountain, everyone began to sweat within just two seconds.

Meng Jing's expression changed upon hearing this, and he was about to forcibly search the area when Xie Wencheng stopped him.

"I don't think you need to worry too much," Xie Wencheng said. "Have you forgotten about the mental tentacles? Those frogs were clearly controlled by Zhong Xun, not to mention Fang Qian was there too. You should treat the wound on your dragon wing immediately; it's festering and spreading."

Meng Jingting seemed to be meeting Xie Wencheng for the first time, her tone tinged with anger: "Zhong Xun is an Omega, and now he's hanging out with two high-level pollutants."

Xie Wencheng: "...Have you ever seen an Omega's mental tentacles extend like that?! Du Ruosen's highly corrosive slime contains hallucinogenic components; even you, Grand Inquisitor, are turning blue right now!"

Meng Jing remained unmoved. Indeed, he knew in his heart that what Xie Wencheng said was true. Just a second before Zhong Xun was dragged into the "malignancy," he gave him a reassuring look.

However, once Zhong Xun comes into contact with Du Ruosen's corrosive slime, he will inevitably be seriously injured.

  

"Alright, another half a minute won't make a difference!" Xie Wencheng shouted, turning around, "Antidote!"

After landing, Meng Jing strode forward, and the dragon wings gradually retracted with his steps. Apart from two holes in the shoulder blades of his clothes, there was no sign of discomfort.

Meng Jingting was given three bottles of antidote.

The feeling inside my body, as if I were being slowly and solidified by the morning dew, disappeared.

Song Lin suddenly stepped forward, his voice gentle: "Mr. Meng, the source of pollution has been defeated. With your abilities, you should be able to easily break through this miasma, right?"

Before Meng Jing could speak, Xie Wencheng said incredulously, "The source of pollution took away both of us... didn't you see?"

Song Lin quickly said, "Can't we break through this miasma and then find them?"

Hsieh Wen-cheng: "Haven't you studied anything about pollutants? Now that the miasma has been broken open, the pollution source can be re-established, and we can immediately lose contact with the outside world."

Song Lin frowned: "I just feel that we shouldn't sacrifice the interests of the majority for the sake of a very few individuals."

"No wonder you're Song Chu's son; you've inherited seven-tenths of your father's talent." Xie Wencheng relentlessly mocked, "If you were the one left in the miasma today, would you sacrifice yourself so we could escape first?"

Song Lin seemed unaware of the flaws in his logic. Xie Wencheng's words caught him off guard by a sudden wave of shame. He hurriedly explained to Meng Jingting, "No, that's not what I meant..."

"I'll work with the team to break through the miasma and get you out in a bit," Meng Jingting said in a deep voice. "Young Master Song, you don't need to worry about that."

To everyone's surprise, Song Lin's tone softened immediately, "I was worried about you..."

"You should worry about yourself," Xie Wencheng sneered. "Let your Alpha bodyguards protect you. Who knows what those desperados will do to you once they get out here."

Those who are truly interested can discern the hidden truth in Du Ruosen's words if they calm down. Leaving aside matters of basic human decency, they would say that without the Song family's misdeeds, they wouldn't have fallen into such a dangerous situation.

When Meng Jingting and the others came in, the "miasma" had already been formed for several months. As many as a hundred contestants were killed by the frogs. Wouldn't their friends and relatives who survived hate the Song family?

Song Lin realized something, his face turning deathly pale: "My father is a..."

Neither Meng Jingting nor Xie Wencheng listened carefully. They jumped up and, after the wind had dispersed their words, they didn't mind if Song Chu inherited Du Ruosen's mantle and became the Frog Emperor tomorrow.

On the other side, Du Ruosen looked at the two hostages he had temporarily kidnapped and was very satisfied.

Fair-skinned and slender, she could be crushed with a single finger. At the time, the Grand Judge did his best to protect this beautiful Omega, not even daring to drop a single stone on her. As for the other one... Beta, being "protected" by the members of the Tribunal in the very center must have been quite valuable.

Du Ruosen didn't understand that Fang Qian called this research value.

This also illustrates that perspective is truly crucial.

After he was freed, he followed the nature of a frog and found a deserted wild pond. Gradually, the pond could no longer contain his enormous body. Du Ruosen followed the underground currents to find a more secluded and spacious place. The mountain into which the "miasma" was absorbed actually existed in reality. Du Ruosen carefully placed the collected tadpole eggs and then used his own pus and blood to mutate them.

While building his so-called empire, if Du Ruosen had paid any attention to outside news, he would have immediately recognized that Fang Qian was wearing the latest type of toxic ring around his neck that inhibits pollutants.

The cost is staggering; even those with Class A pollutants wouldn't be considered worthy of wearing them.

Du Ruosen was able to catch his breath briefly, and he leaned his head back against the blue pool.

Fang Qian pointed to the poison ring, gesturing to Zhong Xun: "Untie it, and I'll eat it for you."

Zhong Xun sneered, "Even without you, I could kill this pollutant."

Fang Qian raised an eyebrow: "Approaching S-rank? You're being so arrogant?"

Zhong Xun's eyes were indifferent: 【Why don't you try and see?】

"He's quite adventurous," Fang Qian thought, "but this poison ring is really uncomfortable to wear, and the buckle can only be unlocked by someone with the authority of the Tribunal. Zhong Xun is currently an assistant, so he should have that authority..." Fang Qian tapped his knee with his fingers, understanding Zhong Xun's concerns. As for pollutants, they can turn on you whenever they want. He had to offer enough leverage to get Zhong Xun to give in.

However, Fang Qian has been all alone since birth...

Wait a moment. Fang Qian frowned slightly, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Zhong Xun took in everything and found the pollutant quite interesting, acting as if it were real.

The next second, Fang Qian made up her mind.

He cleaved his hand into a blade, lifted a section of his shirt, and very smoothly and naturally stabbed himself in the abdomen. Instantly, four fingers sank in, and black blood gushed out.

Zhong Xun became interested.

The fingers made a terrifying "squeaking" sound as they twisted and turned the flesh. After a short while, Fang Qian pulled something out from his fingertips and washed it in the sink next to him.

A "stone" about half the length of a finger and about two centimeters thick came into view, with strange patterns flashing across its surface.

His heart pumped blood violently, and for a moment, Zhong Xun's vision went white due to the surge of blood rushing to his head. His bones and soul emitted a silent yet shocking roar, and for a brief moment, Zhong Xun even wanted to laugh.

What I painstakingly schemed and sacrificed to finally reach in my previous life is now blatantly displayed before my eyes.

The pursuit and unfulfilled desires of two lifetimes gave Zhong Xun an unprecedented sense of wonder. He stared at the object in Fang Qian's palm with utter calm and indifference.

Seeing this, Fang Qian deflated: "Fine, you probably think it's boring..."

"No." Zhong Xun readily accepted it. "The contract is established."