My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Three days later.

An abandoned industrial park on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

The area had been abandoned for over a decade. Most of the walls had collapsed, and tall weeds grew wildly onto the road, rustling loudly in the wind. The area smelled of rust and decaying earth, exuding a desolate atmosphere that kept strangers away.

Dozens of people were hiding in the woods outside the pharmaceutical factory.

Shen Monong, dressed in a black trench coat, stood behind a tree, her fingers holding a tablet computer. The screen displayed a thermal imaging layout of the pharmaceutical factory, and her brows were furrowed.

Yao Chen, who was next to her, was carrying a medicine box, his palms were sweaty, and he kept looking towards the gate.

"Miss Shen, did the young master really go in alone?"

"There are hundreds of Netherworld assassins inside, along with countless poisonous traps and mechanisms. What if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Shen Monong interrupted him, her tone resolute, but her fingertips still unconsciously tightened.

"With his temper, once he's made up his mind, not even eight oxen could pull him back."

"We just need to guard the outer perimeter, make sure no one gets in to reinforce, and also make sure they don't get lost when they come out."

When she said the last sentence, there was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

If others don't know, how could she not know?

This junior brother possesses unparalleled martial arts and medical skills, yet he is a complete klutz when it comes to directions.

Last night at the hotel, she explained the route to the map three times.

He nodded vigorously, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, then turned and asked, "When you go in through the main entrance, do you turn left or right?"

She was so angry she almost slapped the map in his face.

Just then, a casual figure strolled over from the roadside.

Ye Xunhuan had an orange-flavored lollipop dangling from his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and his hoodie pulled up over his head, swaying back and forth as if he were on a spring outing.

As he walked to the edge of the woods, he casually plucked a blade of grass, put it in his mouth, and dangled it next to the candy stick.

"Hide well, don't show your faces. That old cripple Mo Xuan is very cunning; he won't dare to come out if he sees you."

He waved at the forest, his tone unusually relaxed.

Shen Monong came out from behind the tree, stuffed the folded route map into his pocket, and then gave him a worried reminder:

"Go in and follow the main road. Turn left at the third workshop. The finished product workshop at the very end is the final destination."

"Don't wander around aimlessly. There are many forks in the road in this factory. Call me if you get lost."

"Okay, okay." Ye Xunhuan waved his hand impatiently, stuffed the route map into his pocket, and patted his chest.

"Who do you think I am? How could I possibly get lost while breaking through an array? Don't worry, I'll solve this in half an hour, and I'll still be able to grab a KFC breakfast when I come out."

He spoke lightly, but Shen Monong dared not relax for a moment.

Mo Xuan was a defector elder of Medicine King Valley. In terms of seniority, he was Ye Xunhuan's senior uncle. He was very familiar with Medicine King Valley's poison techniques and mechanical techniques.

This time, they've clearly laid a trap; it won't be easy to solve.

"If things really get too bad, call us. Don't try to tough it out," she added.

Ye Xunhuan didn't turn around, but raised his hand and made an "OK" sign. With a lollipop and a blade of grass in his mouth, he swaggered toward the gate of the abandoned pharmaceutical factory.

The rusty iron gate was ajar. He pushed it open, and a jarring creak echoed through the desolate wasteland.

Behind the door was an abandoned factory compound, the ground littered with broken glass and rotten bricks, thick cobwebs covering the corners of the walls, preventing even sunlight from getting in, and it was chilly.

Ye Xunhuan had barely stepped half a step across the threshold when his pupils contracted slightly.

"Whoosh—whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

A sudden whooshing sound rang out as countless poisonous needles shot out from the surrounding walls, bushes, and broken windows.

The dark needles gleamed with a cold light, blocking all of Ye Xunhuan's escape routes. There were at least hundreds or thousands of them.

Anyone else would have been riddled with holes on the spot.

But Ye Xunhuan didn't even stop walking.

With a candy dangling from his mouth and not even lifting his eyelids, he casually held three silver needles between his fingers and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Ding ding ding!"

After three crisp sounds, the three silver needles, as if they had eyes, pierced through a large area of ​​poisonous needles in mid-air, carrying three lines of energy. Their momentum did not diminish, and they precisely pierced into three hidden compartments.

"ah--!"

Three muffled groans rang out simultaneously. The assassin who had been hiding in the secret compartment and firing a cold arrow was directly pierced by the silver needles at his acupoints and collapsed limply to the ground.

The remaining poisoned needles grazed past Ye Xunhuan's clothes without even touching a hair.

"this one?"

Ye Xunhuan chuckled, took two more steps forward, glanced down at the poison needles on the ground, picked one up with his fingertips, examined it, and curled his lip in disgust.

"The arsenic was mixed with a bit of datura, the proportions were all wrong. Is this all that old cripple Mo Xuan has researched over the years?"

"They're not as toxic as the toys my third master made for me when I was a kid."

With that, Ye Xunhuan casually tossed away the poisoned needle and continued walking inside.

As soon as we reached the door of the first workshop, a thick plume of black, toxic smoke suddenly billowed out, carrying a sweet, fishy smell. The weeds in its path instantly turned yellow and withered.

This is the infamous "Bone-Corroding Smoke" of Youge. It causes skin ulceration upon contact and lung ulceration upon inhalation.

Ye Xunhuan paused, not out of fear, but because he found it dirty.

He pulled out the candy wrapper he hadn't finished eating from his pocket, and with a couple of quick folds of his fingers, he transformed an ordinary orange-flavored candy wrapper into a small windmill shape.

He gently blew the toxic smoke into the air.

"call--"

What seemed like a light breath actually carried a powerful internal force.

The toxic fumes that rushed towards them were actually blown back and flowed back through the workshop door, instantly filling the entire dark room.

"Cough cough cough—!"

A violent coughing fit came from the workshop, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The dozen or so assassins who were hiding in the dark room and poisoning the plants were the first to be poisoned. They collapsed to the ground, convulsed a couple of times, their faces turned black, and they died on the spot.

"Tsk, getting involved with drugs and ending up with yourself, how shameful."

Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, strolled leisurely past the workshop entrance, not even a speck of toxic smoke touching his clothes.

The further you go in, the more traps and mechanisms you encounter.

Poisonous spikes on the ground, falling rocks and poison nets overhead, and assassins ambushing from around the corner—wave after wave surged upwards as if they were free.

But Ye Xunhuan strolled around as if he were in his own backyard.

When he encountered a mechanism, he would casually step on it twice, and with a click, the mechanism would jam and become unusable.

When faced with assassins charging at him, he would either casually flick a few silver needles or simply flick the candy stick out of his mouth, hitting the target every time.

Those who are affected will either have their Qi Sea destroyed or their acupoints sealed, making it impossible for them to even get close to the attacker.

Halfway through the fight, the candy stick in his mouth pierced the shoulder of one of the assassins. He stopped, took out a new lollipop from his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"I wasted my third candy."

He muttered, kicking the slumped assassin at his feet, "Tell your master to put it all on that old bastard Mo Xuan's tab. One lollipop costs a million. If he's short even a penny, I'll break his other leg."

"You arrogant brat!" At that moment, the loudspeaker installed in the abandoned factory blared out.

That grating electronic synthesized sound made my teeth ache.

A sinister laugh rang out.

"You brat, just wait and see how the cat plays with you, slowly torturing you to death!!"

Hehehehehe...