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Xian’er once again entered the cave to go into seclusion.
She had officially begun devouring and refining the Ghostly Poison Flame!
By the cliff’s edge, Wei Yang and Qing Lin sat quietly at a small table, waiting patiently.
Wei Yang wasn’t particularly worried about whether Xian’er would succeed.
After all, the advantage was clearly in her favor.
In terms of cultivation level, she was already a Dou Huang, while the power of the Ghostly Poison Flame was only at mid-tier Dou Wang.
Secondly, the Ghostly Poison Flame had very little sentience, and it had already been subdued, so its resistance wouldn’t be too intense—only slightly stronger than a beast flame.
On top of that, they had made many preparations.
Such as the Tier 5 Blood Lotus Essence Pill, and Ice Spirit Cold Fountain.
As for the violent toxicity of the Ghostly Poison Flame, there was even less reason for concern.
The Woeful Poison Body didn’t fear poison at all. The stronger the poison, the more she liked it.
What Xian’er lacked was merely a method to control the poison within her body.
And that method—was the Ghostly Poison Flame.
Techniques like forming a poison core involve gathering all internal toxins into a single point, creating a poison pill in the dantian.
The Ghostly Poison Flame, to a certain extent, had a similar effect.
With all these advantages, Xian’er’s chances of success were above eighty or even ninety percent—it was hard to find any reason she would fail.
Xian’er still hadn’t emerged from seclusion.
However, from within the cave, Wei Yang could clearly sense her aura growing stronger and stronger.
The sky above began to churn with leaden clouds.
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The poisonous clouds began to swirl, and eventually, they started to press downward.
It looked as if the sky itself was collapsing.
And the target—was the mountaintop.
"What’s going on?" Wei Yang was shocked and stood up at once.
"Brother Yang, it’s the poison flame advancing. Take Qing Lin and leave here first..." At that moment, Xian’er’s voice echoed in Wei Yang’s ears, then quickly fell silent again.
"The Ghostly Poison Flame is advancing?!" Wei Yang was astonished. Without a second thought, he waved his hand to stow away the table and other items, then scooped up Qing Lin. With black wings unfurling behind him, he swiftly flew away from the cliff.
Beside him, Du Jiao also followed through the air.
After flying to a safe distance, Wei Yang finally stopped, hovering in the void. He turned and looked toward the mountain peak.
Thick toxic clouds rotated slowly, like a giant funnel hanging upside down from the sky.
The point of connection—was the very cave where Xian’er was cultivating.
From a distance, it looked as though the heavens themselves had collapsed, merging with the hundred-meter-tall mountain peak.
The commotion was utterly astounding.
"Du Jiao, go patrol the area. Drive away any living creatures that get near the mountain. If they refuse to leave—kill them!" Wei Yang ordered.
Du Jiao’s hollow eyes flickered with a hint of emotion, and a trace of confusion.
Seeing this, Qing Lin quickly relayed Wei Yang’s meaning to him with her thoughts.
This time, Du Jiao finally understood. He spoke slowly, "Yes, Master. Young Master!"
As soon as the words fell, he stepped into the air and shot off swiftly.
"He’s still too dense. Slightly more complicated orders, and he just can’t grasp them." Wei Yang shook his head helplessly.
"Young Master, Du Jiao has gotten a lot smarter these past few days. He’ll definitely improve," Qing Lin quickly said, thinking Wei Yang was unhappy with Du Jiao.
"I know." Wei Yang smiled and rubbed her head.
This disturbance lasted for an entire day and night before it finally began to subside.
Fortunately, this area was located at the edge of the deeper regions of the Ghostly Marsh, and with Du Jiao, a mid-tier Dou Zong, patrolling nearby to deter intruders, no fool dared approach.
As the lead-colored clouds slowly rolled back and began to rise—
At the mountain peak, a powerful aura suddenly surged forth.
Judging by its intensity, it had already stepped into the Four-Star Dou Huang level.
This familiar aura caused Wei Yang, who had been waiting quietly, to show a look of surprise.
"Xian’er has already reached mid-tier Dou Huang?"
She had just broken through to one-star Dou Huang less than two days ago. And now she’s Four-Star already?!
Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?
As the aura slowly subsided, the mountaintop once again returned to calm.
Wei Yang picked up Qing Lin and flew toward the source.
At the same time, he said, "Qing Lin, send word to Du Jiao to come back."
"Mm." Qing Lin nodded and gently closed her eyes, beginning to communicate with Du Jiao patrolling in the distance.
Returning to the edge of the cliff, Wei Yang landed.
At the entrance of the cave dwelling, a white figure stepped out. Her steps seemed slow, but with just three strides, she appeared right in front of Wei Yang.
"Brother Yang." Xian’er was beaming, her face glowing with a faint luster and healthy flush, looking radiant.
"How do you feel?" Wei Yang put Qing Lin down and asked with concern.
Xian’er gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the poisonous air, and stretched her arms wide, as if to embrace the entire world. Her face showed a look of ecstasy as she murmured softly, "Brother Yang, I feel great. Incredibly great. Better than I’ve ever felt before!"
"Oh?" Wei Yang’s eyes lit up at her words.
A dark green flame burst from Xian’er’s body, engulfing her as it blazed intensely.
The air, and even the ground beneath her feet, began to hiss and corrode upon contact with the flame.
"This level of power... it’s Dou Huang level! As expected, the Ghostly Poison Flame has also advanced... From mid-tier Dou Wang, it jumped straight to Dou Huang!?"
Wei Yang was dumbfounded. "That’s insane!"
A Heavenly Flame advancing from mid-tier Dou Wang to Dou Huang—the energy, time, and difficulty involved—were practically incalculable.
Yet now, in less than two days, the Ghostly Poison Flame had done it!
"Mm, not only did I advance to Four-Star Dou Huang, but the Ghostly Poison Flame also leapt from mid-tier Dou Wang straight to Dou Huang level," Xian’er’s excited voice came from within the green flame, filled with joy.
"Stop keeping me in suspense—what exactly happened?" Wei Yang pressed. "And what about the hidden threat of your Woeful Poison Body—has it been resolved?"
With a thought, Xian’er slowly retracted the green flames from her body, leaving only a small wisp dancing playfully at her pale, slender fingertip.
She smiled and said, "While refining the Ghostly Poison Flame, I didn’t even use the Ice Spirit Cold Fountain."
Wei Yang’s brow twitched as he glared at her. That idea... was far too reckless.
But he held his tongue and waited for her to continue.
Feeling a little guilty, Xian’er quickly went on, "Because I have the Woeful Poison Body, I believed I wouldn’t fear the poison fire’s burn. So I held the Ice Spirit Cold Fountain in my hand but didn’t use it. I only took the Blood Lotus Essence Pill. I wanted to try and see if I could use the poison flame to temper my body—maybe it would lead to a pleasant surprise."
"Brother Yang, do you remember that Poison Pill method? So..." Xian’er blinked mischievously.
"So you wanted to test whether a Heavenly Flame—and one as poisonous as the Ghostly Poison Flame—could be used to refine your body and gather the toxic buildup inside?" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes.
"Yes!" Xian’er nodded happily, her voice excited. "Brother Yang, I succeeded!"
"Through tempering my body with the Ghostly Poison Flame, all the accumulated toxins inside me were completely devoured by the flame... and there was a lot!"
"So that’s why the Ghostly Poison Flame was able to break through to Dou Huang so quickly," Wei Yang realized.
The main reason why the Woeful Poison Body would spiral out of control was due to the excessive buildup of toxins within the body, which were impossible to regulate.
Eventually, the toxins would corrode and devour the host, driving them insane from the pain of ten thousand poisons attacking the heart.
These accumulated, terrifying toxins could even be called the origin poison of the Woeful Poison Body—among the deadliest poisons in existence—and for the Ghostly Poison Flame, they were a feast.
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