Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 181 The curtain is about to rise!

"Therefore, the affairs of the Netherworld Valley and the Northern Region are entrusted to you."

Su Yun smiled.

During his trip to the Beast Realm, he needed to complete the final piece of the puzzle of the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit Ruins, so he couldn't stay by their side.

The curtain is about to rise!

"rest assured."

The two women nodded.

"Ah."

With a wave of his hand, Su Yun tore through the void before him. A flash of spiritual light surrounded him, and his entire figure transformed into a dazzling stream of light, instantly disappearing into the horizon.

Little Fairy Doctor and Medusa stood side by side, looking up at the sky, their eyes filled with an unyielding longing.

Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the Netherworld Valley, the Amethyst Winged Lion King gazed at the light that pierced the sky, his giant eyes filled with shock and fear, his deep voice murmuring with a hint of uncertainty.

"My lord... could it be that you are truly about to break through to the Saint Realm?"

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The Medicine Realm, a small world where the Medicine Clan has lived and thrived for generations, is a place where the Medicine Clan takes ten thousand flowers as its roots and a hundred herbs as its soul, making this world resemble a fairyland.

Amidst the verdant peaks, milky-white clouds entwine the mountains like silk, while exotic flowers and rare herbs stretch their branches and leaves freely across the valleys, their intoxicating fragrance spreading far and wide.

Colorful petals fluttered down in the breeze, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of herbs and a faint aroma of medicine, creating a scene straight out of a pristine paradise.

But who would have thought that beneath this gentle and beautiful landscape, there was a hidden underground prison that never saw the light of day?

"Ah...I'll tell you! I really told you everything!"

The thick black iron stone wall could not block the intermittent screams that came from within. Each scream tore at the heart, as if a pool of thick blood had been splashed on a beautiful painting.

The Venerable Yellow Springs' screams were filled with sobs, and he had long since lost all dignity as a venerable one.

He was tightly chained to the cross with black iron chains. Under his tattered robes, every inch of his skin was covered with wounds, and dark red blood dripped down the chains, forming small puddles on the ground.

Two cold-gleaming iron hooks pierced his collarbone, suspending him in mid-air. The slightest struggle caused his flesh to tear apart.

His only remaining eye was bloodshot, while the other eye socket was hollow and bleeding, with murky blood sliding down his cheeks, making him look extremely miserable.

Yao Wangui stood before Venerable Huangquan, his eyes devoid of any warmth, his face icy cold.

"You really don't know who's behind the Spirit-Pregnant Powder?"

"I really don't know!"

The Yellow Springs Venerable's voice trembled as he hurriedly shook his head. The iron chains scraped against his flesh, causing him to gasp in pain.

"I've only been a member of the underground trading society for a short time, and I haven't even gotten close to the inner circle. How could I possibly know who's behind it all! Please... please spare me!"

"Useless trash!"

Yao Wangui snorted coldly and glanced at the two disciples beside him who were holding red-hot iron whips.

"Keep hitting him until he tells the truth!"

"Yes!"

The two disciples responded in unison, raised their arms, and lashed the scorching iron whips hard against Venerable Huangquan.

With a sizzling sound, the smell of burnt flesh instantly filled the air, mixed with a strong stench of blood, making one's throat tighten.

"Do not--!!!"

A mournful wail echoed through the cell once more, and the Yellow Spring Venerable's body convulsed violently, his screams growing weaker and weaker.

Yao Wangui turned around with a cold face, brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes, and strode out of the prison filled with pain and bloodshed. In the small courtyard outside the prison, Yao Dan was standing beside an ancient medicinal orchid. He was wearing a brocade robe embroidered with a hundred herbs, his fingertips lightly twirling the orchid's leaves, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes from time to time.

Still no solution?

Yao Dan continued to play with the orchid, his tone indifferent.

Yao Wangui looked respectful, yet somewhat helpless: "Clan leader, I have exhausted all forms of torture, but judging from his appearance, he truly knows nothing."

"I naturally trust your methods."

Yao Dan sighed softly, unconsciously crumpling the orchid leaf between his fingers. He looked up at the clouds and mist outside the courtyard.

"But now, he is the only clue."

Upon learning of the new secret technique of using spirit-inducing powder on the mainland, Yao Dan dispatched his clan's Battle Saints to find the traces of this technique.

However, Yao Tian's previous actions were too flamboyant, making the matter known to everyone. Upon hearing the news, the already secretive underground trading association simply disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues to be found.

The sword master who killed Yao Tian also vanished without a trace afterward, as if he had never appeared on this continent.

Danta also adopted a stance of refusing to cooperate, which was truly troublesome.

"The most puzzling part of this matter is about that Sword Saint."

Yao Dan said in a deep voice.

True powerhouses never appear out of thin air; even those with exceptional talent will inevitably have traceable growth paths.

Even though their ancient imperial clans might not usually bother to pay attention to ordinary experts on the continent, they would never show the slightest disrespect to beings at the level of Dou Sheng.

We will definitely record all information about their background, cultivation level, and movements, and archive it properly.

After all, even for an ancient clan with such a profound heritage, very few members of each generation can reach the Dou Sheng realm, which shows how rare and important this realm is.

But the sword master who suddenly made his move seemed to have sprung out of a stone; before that, no one on the entire continent had ever heard of his name.

Yao Wangui speculated, "Could it be that another Dou Sheng used a concealed method to deliberately disguise themselves as this?"

"impossible."

Yao Dan shook his head, his expression resolute: "That sword intent was too fierce; it was not something an ordinary Dou Sheng could easily fake."

Only by dedicating one's entire life to the way of the sword, immersing oneself in it for hundreds of years, can one condense such a unique primordial will belonging to a sword saint...

Otherwise, Yao Tian wouldn't have died so easily. With the power of a ninth-grade bloodline, even if he overexerted himself despite the aftereffects, he should have been able to... withstand one more attack.

At this thought, Yao Dan felt a renewed sense of dissatisfaction with Yao Tian.

It's bad enough that he died, but he didn't even leave behind a single valuable clue, wasting the resources the family had poured into his upbringing for so many years.

At this moment, a Dou Zun elder came over and said, "Clan leader, Yao Ling requests an audience?"

"What is she doing here again?"

Yao Dan frowned.

During this period of time, Yao Ling had come to see him many times, and Yao Dan knew exactly why she came.

But this girl is, after all, one of the few ninth-grade bloodlines in the family, and the most outstanding person in terms of soul talent in a thousand years. Now that her brother has died, she needs to be comforted.

After thinking for a moment, Yao Dan said, "Never mind, let her in."

"Yes."

Elder Douzun bowed and slowly withdrew. Soon after, Yaoling, dressed in emerald green, entered the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)