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Poisonous Lady instantly became alert, and poisonous mist rose around her.

A grayish-blue figure appeared silently at the cave entrance; it was Qin Chuan.

"Sorry to bother you." Qin Chuan's voice was calm and even.

"Human cultivators? Perfect timing!"

With a fierce roar, the Poison Master opened his eight compound eyes on his forehead to their fullest extent, shooting out eight strange beams of light containing different negative energies such as chaos, petrification, and paralysis!

These eight beams of light were not straight lines, but twisted and intertwined like living things, instantly sealing off all of Qin Chuan's escape space, and carrying a chilling power that could pierce through the soul!

At the same time, the Poisonous Lady waved her hand, and a colorless and odorless, yet sizzling and corrosive, poisonous miasma spread out, instantly filling the entire cave.

Faced with a combined attack powerful enough to instantly suppress an ordinary demon king, Qin Chuan simply took a step forward.

The space around him seemed to distort slightly.

The eight beams of compound eye light, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone and dissolve the soul, vanished and disappeared without a trace as they approached his body, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The deadly miasma was repelled by an invisible force, unable to get even a fraction closer.

The Poison Master and the Poisonous Lady's pupils shrank suddenly, and they turned pale with horror!

Their strongest combined attack was so easily neutralized?

The next moment, Qin Chuan's figure seemed to ignore spatial distance and appeared in front of the Poison Master.

He extended a finger, its tip shrouded in a faint, yet profound light that froze the souls of both demons, and gently touched the Poison Master.

"No! My wife, run!"

Despair filled the eight compound eyes of the Poison Master. His demonic power erupted wildly, but it was like hitting an iron wall, all in vain.

The Poisonous Woman screamed, but instead of fleeing, she unleashed an even more potent poisonous mist and fearlessly lunged at Qin Chuan:

"Don't hurt my husband!"

However, it was all in vain.

Qin Chuan's fingertips fell.

There was no earth-shattering destruction.

Poison Master's tall body trembled violently, and his demonic aura dissipated rapidly like a punctured balloon.

The eight unsettling compound eyes on his forehead quickly dimmed, closed, and eventually disappeared into his skin.

His whole body went limp as if his bones had been removed, his form rapidly shrank and deformed, and in the blink of an eye he turned into an ordinary little spider the size of a palm, dark purple all over, and fell to the ground, his breath weak.

A pale golden rune flashed across its small body and disappeared into its interior.

Poisonous Lady rushed to the little spider's side, carefully picked it up, tears streaming down her face, and looked at Qin Chuan with eyes full of deep hatred and despair.

"He is not dead." Qin Chuan said calmly, "You two demons have forced humans to work and abducted cultivators, but you have not killed innocent people. You are spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment. I have returned your husband to his original form and set a seal on him. This seal cannot be broken by external force, nor can it be removed by time. It is tied to you."

Poisonous Lady suddenly looked up, a faint glimmer of hope igniting in her eyes.

"If you from this day forward abide by your duty, cease evil deeds, and wholeheartedly turn to good, the seal will sense your true transformation and will be restored. If you remain obstinate and continue to commit atrocities..."

Qin Chuan didn't continue, but the meaning behind his calm words sent a chill down Poison Lady's spine.

She looked down at the trembling little spider in her palm, then looked up at Qin Chuan's unfathomable eyes.

Deep-seated hatred was gradually replaced by a complex sense of awe and a faint glimmer of hope in the face of a bond that transcended life and death.

She finally gripped the little spider tightly, and bowed her head deeply and tremblingly to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan said no more, turned around, and disappeared outside the cave.

When Qin Chuan returned to the open space, all the captured human craftsmen had been gathered together. Dongfang Huaizhu was using gentle, pure Yang Flame to dispel the remaining demonic poison and cold energy from the bodies of several more seriously injured craftsmen.

Dongfang Qinlan stood with her hands on her hips, directing the craftsmen, who had regained some strength, to help each other, like a little supervisor.

Chi Huo, Shi Tang, and Ximen Chuisha sat cross-legged to the side, their faces pale and their breath weak. It was clear that although Dongfang Qinlan had "brutally" burned away the demonic poison with pure Yang Flame, the weakness caused by the loss of magical power and the erosion of the poison was still there, and they were struggling to regulate their breathing to recover.

Seeing Qin Chuan return, Dongfang Huaizhu breathed a sigh of relief and went to greet him.

Dongfang Qinlan also jumped over: "Senior, senior, what about the eight-eyed giant spider and the Poisonous Lady? Did you kill them?"

She made a throat-slitting motion.

Before Qin Chuan could answer, Dongfang Huaizhu's delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and her eyes instantly became sharp as lightning.

Without any hesitation, she raised her jade-like hand, and a blazing, pure golden flame—with a "boom"—draws a perfect circle of fire around her and Qin Chuan and the others!

The pure Yang energy burned fiercely, emanating an aura that purified all evil.

Just as the ring of fire was forming, an extremely subtle, pale green poisonous gas, almost blending into the scent of the soil, was quietly spreading from the ground like countless tiny roots, attempting to invade the ground beneath everyone's feet.

However, the moment the poisonous gas touched the ring of pure Yang Flame, it hissed and crackled, just as ice and snow met the blazing sun, instantly burning and purifying itself, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating.

"Hmph, hiding your true colors, how despicable!"

Dongfang Huaizhu said coldly.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept lightly over a dark patch of bushes outside the circle of fire, and he nodded slightly.

"The reaction is good. Although this person's skill is far inferior to that of the spider demon and the poison woman, his application of poison techniques, especially in the areas of concealment and infiltration, is more ingenious and exquisite."

Chapter 26 Huan Du Qing Tian, ​​A One-Move Agreement

"His skill is weak?!"

A sharp voice, thick with childishness yet filled with anger, suddenly rang out.

From the bushes where Qin Chuan had revealed their location, a thick cloud of purplish-black poisonous mist suddenly exploded, and a petite figure, accompanied by a pungent, fishy smell, shot towards Qin Chuan like an arrow released from a bow!

"You dare underestimate me?!"

The poisonous fog lingered and did not dissipate, and within it one could vaguely see a cute little girl dressed in the distinctive clothing of the Southern Kingdom. Her face was innocent, but her eyes were unusually fierce. She was none other than the Southern Kingdom's princess, Huan Du Luo Lan!

She waved her hands, and two streams of condensed, venomous purple gas shot straight at Qin Chuan's face.

Qin Chuan remained expressionless and did not even make a move.

Dongfang Huaizhu, standing beside her, lightly tapped her slender fingers, and the pure Yang Flame surrounding her moved at will, transforming into two long whips of flame.

"Snap! Snap!" Two crisp sounds rang out as the venomous snakes were struck with pinpoint accuracy.

Pure Yang Flame, extremely Yang and powerful, is the nemesis of all poisons, and the seemingly ferocious venomous snake instantly crumbles.

Huan Du Luolan cried out in pain as her small body was sent flying backward by the purifying power contained in the Pure Yang Flame.

"Princess, be careful!"

A sturdy figure appeared like a ghost and caught Huan Du Luolan as she flew backward.

It was an exceptionally tall and robust panda spirit with black and white fur, round ears, and dark circles under its eyes.

Grand Elder Gai Taijun of the Southern Kingdom!

Although she did not take human form, her eyes were sharp and her aura was as deep and imposing as a mountain.

"Elder! They're bullying me!"

Huan Du Luolan struggled to stand up in Gai Taijun's arms, pointing at Qin Chuan and his group, her little face flushed with anger:

"These humans have come to our southern kingdom, injured our demons, and even bullied me! I'm going to teach them a lesson!"

She glared fiercely at Qin Chuan.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Qinlan made a face at Huan Du Luolan without any politeness: "You little brat who hasn't been weaned! You're not good enough, you failed at poisoning and sneaking up, and you still have the nerve to complain? Tsk tsk tsk!"

"You're the little brat! Your whole family are little brats!"

Huan Du Luo Lan was so angry she jumped up and down.

"I'm a child! You're a little kid! That's different! Don't you understand?"

Dongfang Qinlan stood with her hands on her hips and her chin held high, fully displaying her talent for sharp tongue.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm definitely going to kill you!"

Huan Du Luo Lan was speechless after being rebuked, and could only scream and repeat.

"Come on, come on! You? And your chubby panda bodyguard?" Dongfang Qinlan continued to add fuel to the fire. "So what if he's chubby? So what if he's chubby? If you're so capable, come and fight me one-on-one!"

"Aaaaah! You're not allowed to call the Grand Elder a fat panda!" Huan Du Luolan completely lost her temper, her face turning purple, and poisonous gas churning uncontrollably around her. "If you dare insult a panda again, I'll really kill you! I'll poison you to death!"

"I'm so scared!" Dongfang Qinlan patted her little chest, her expression exaggerated. "Little brat talking tough, how shameful!"

Two exquisitely beautiful young girls, one so angry she seemed to be spitting fire, the other quick-witted and adding fuel to the fire, engaged in a fierce and irreverent verbal battle, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere around them and the group of dumbfounded "spectators."

Chi Huo and the other two twitched at the sight, Dongfang Huaizhu sighed in exasperation, and Gai Taijun looked at her little princess with a helpless yet doting expression.

Just as chaos erupted amidst the swirling poisonous fog and raging fire.

A deep, hoarse voice, seemingly containing the poisonous miasma accumulated over a thousand years and the vicissitudes of time, was not loud, but it clearly drowned out all the noise, exploding in the hearts of everyone and the demons like muffled thunder.

The air froze instantly.

The clear sky seemed to suddenly darken, and the rising heat and residual poisonous gas from the ground quickly subsided and receded as if summoned by a monarch.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the primordial chaos, slowly spread out like an invisible tide, so heavy it was suffocating.

All the surviving snakes, insects, and rodents in the forest fell silent instantly, and even the wind seemed to stop flowing.

From the shadows at the edge of the open space, a small figure slowly emerged, step by step, treading through the dust.

He wore a loose robe typical of the South, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, like two eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, slowly sweeping across the entire scene.

Wherever her gaze fell, Lady Gai immediately bowed and paid her respects with utmost deference.

Even Huan Du Luolan, who was in a fit of rage, suddenly quieted down like a bird whose neck had been choked, looking at the newcomer obediently and with a hint of grievance.

Lord of the South, King of All Poisons—Poison Emperor Huan Du Qingtian!

His gaze finally settled on the center of the ravaged open space, on the gray-blue figure standing with his hands behind his back, remaining calm and composed even under the overwhelming pressure of the Demon Emperor.

There were no questions, no pleasantries, only a low, hoarse voice, yet like a muffled thunderclap carrying overwhelming demonic power, instantly suffocating everyone:

"You humans... are you trying to bully the demon-free people of my Southern Kingdom?!"

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly lost its color!

Huan Du Qingtian slowly raised his withered hand, his five fingers slightly spread.