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"Don't come any closer!"

Cihang Daoren took a step back in fright, clutching the bottle tightly in her hands. "This isn't good to eat! This...this is poison!"

She didn't want to hurt the children, even though they looked a bit fierce.

"Poison?" Lin Tian's eyes lit up. "Poison is great! I've never seen what poison looks like before! Let me see it!"

This child has a unique way of thinking; instead of being afraid, he became even more excited.

"No! This is extremely dangerous!" Cihang Daoren exclaimed urgently. "Just one drop could kill a cow! You must leave now!"

"Tch, who are you trying to scare?" Lin Yang curled his lip dismissively. "I even eat the True Fire of the Sun like a snack, what's a little poison to me?"

Lin Long was even more direct. While Cihang Daoren was talking to Lin Tian, ​​he flashed over like a ball of flesh.

"Awoo!"

This bite was quick, precise, and ruthless.

Cihang Daoist felt a sudden lightness in his hand; the dark green bottle had been snatched away by Lin Long.

"No!" Cihang Daoist screamed, his face turning deathly pale. "Throw it away! That's an ancient, deadly poison blessed by a sage!"

late.

Lin Long took the bottle, didn't even look at it, bit off the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

"Glug glug..."

Cihang Daoren closed her eyes in despair. It's over, this child is doomed. Not only did she fail to complete her mission, she also caused the death of an innocent child.

However, the expected screams did not come.

On the contrary...

"belch--!"

Lin Long let out a long burp, exhaling a plume of dark green smoke. The smoke drifted onto the nearby wall, instantly corroding a large hole in the bricks.

"Tsk tsk, this tastes a bit strong." Lin Long smacked his lips, looking at the empty bottle in his hand with disgust. "It tastes a bit like expired plum juice, and it's even a little bitter. Not good, bad review!"

Cihang Daoist opened his eyes and looked at Lin Long as if he were a monster.

"Are you...you're alright?"

"What could be wrong?" Lin Long patted his belly. "I'm just a little full. But this thing is pretty strong, it feels warm and cozy inside, and it seems like my cultivation level has even increased a bit?"

As he spoke, a burst of green light suddenly emanated from Lin Long's body.

[Ding! Detected that offspring Lin Long has ingested a Saint-level deadly poison.]

[The innate talent "Devour Law" has been triggered, and the highly toxic properties have been perfectly digested!]

[Congratulations, host! Your offspring, Lin Long, has awakened a new special physique: "Immune to All Poisons - Poison King Physique".]

[Host reward: +999 to poison resistance, and an immunity-to-all-poisons aura covering the entire family.]

Lin Xuan was drinking tea in the Pangu Hall when he suddenly received a system notification, and he almost spat out his tea.

"This spendthrift brat, he'll eat anything?"

And in the alley.

Lin Tian and Lin Yang circled around Lin Long several times.

"Fifth brother, are you really alright?" Lin Tian poked Lin Long's belly. "If your stomach hurts, tell me quickly, and I'll take you to find Dad."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just feel like I need to fart." Lin Long waved his hand.

"puff--!"

A loud bang.

A stream of green gas shot out from behind Lin Long, causing the wall behind him to collapse.

"Holy crap! A biological weapon!" Lin Yang pinched his nose and jumped back a good distance. "Fifth Brother, your fart is poisonous!"

Cihang Daoren was completely petrified.

This...this is the child of the Great Shang Dynasty?

Even a saint's poison can be drunk like a beverage?

How can we fight like this? How can we poison him like this?

She suddenly found the task at hand utterly ridiculous. The poison that the Primordial Celestial Lord had painstakingly obtained was nothing but a joke in front of this chubby little boy.

"Sister, do you have any more of this drink?" Lin Long looked at Cihang with lingering enjoyment. "Although the taste was a bit strange, it felt quite refreshing after drinking it."

Cihang Daoist mechanically shook his head: "No...that's all."

"How stingy." Lin Long curled his lips, threw the empty bottle on the ground, and stomped on it with a "crack". "Next time bring something nice to drink, like that 'Qiongjiang Yuye' (a type of nectar), I heard Dad say it's delicious."