Amazing! The mighty dragon is out of prison!!

The moment the cold blade touched Nayu's neck, her previous arrogance crumbled instantly, and her eyelashes trembled wildly.

"W-What are you going to do!"

"Do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, you won't leave here alive!"

"Let go!"

Nayu almost screamed.

She was very angry and devastated.

A man who was about to die dared to threaten her with a knife!

He's just a lowly servant, how dare he!

Ah Xiong and the others were also startled, their faces filled with disbelief, but they dared not make any rash moves.

Qin Mo did not respond, but instead pricked Na You's neck with a needle.

A slight sting caused Nayu's body to tremble violently.

Then, a chill started from the sting and spread throughout her body, causing her hands and feet to tremble uncontrollably.

It's cold, extremely cold!

It felt as if every bone in her body had been frozen in a freezer at minus sixty degrees Celsius, making her shiver with cold.

But the knife was still hanging over her neck, rendering her unable to move.

This feeling lasted only a dozen seconds, but it almost drove her crazy, causing her to scream in agony without regard for her image.

"Ah! What...what did you do to me?!"

Qin Mo finally released his grip, letting Na You collapse to the ground.

He looked down at Nayou, coldly watching her fall to the ground, curled up in pain.

"As the host, Medicine King Valley cordially invites people from all walks of life to participate in the Medicine King Conference."

"Guests are welcome, but I really can't compliment your Medicine King Valley's hospitality."

"Don't worry, I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine."

"With such a mild poison, the Medicine King Valley should be able to detoxify it with ease."

Ah Xiong and the others rushed over, took out medicine bottles from their bags, and were about to give Na You an antidote.

But when they felt Nayo's pulse, they were stunned.

"What kind of poison is this? I... I've never seen anything like it before!"

Not only Ah Xiong, but the others were the same.

Although they were sweating profusely with anxiety, no one knew what to do.

Ah Xiong sprang to his feet instantly, pointing at Qin Mo and shouting angrily, "You dared to poison the Second Miss! Hand over the antidote!"

Qin Mo leaned casually against a pillar, standing where Na You had been, his expression indifferent:

"When you poisoned that brother, we didn't ask you to hand over the antidote."

"I have now cured him of the poison."

"Are you planning to have me help you detoxify?"

These words hit Ah Xiong and his friends right where it hurt.

Yes, your Medicine King Valley is known as having the best medical and toxicology skills in the world.

But when you poisoned them, they didn't ask you for the antidote.

Now it's your turn, but you can't solve it and need someone else to provide the antidote?

If word gets out, Medicine King Valley will lose all face.

Ah Xiong knew it was shameful, but he had no other choice now, and he was already in so much pain that he was about to die.

Moreover, this person poisoned them right in front of them, completely disregarding their authority.

How am I supposed to swallow this?

Ah Xiong's face tightened as he reached for a flute: "I'll give you one more chance. If you still don't cure the poison, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"No one is leaving today!"

Qin Mo remained unmoved, and even extended a hand in an inviting gesture:

"Please go ahead, I'd love to see just how unceremonious you can be."

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Ah Xiong gritted his teeth and forced out a harsh threat: "Fine, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

As he spoke, he put the flute to his lips.

Just as he was about to play the whistle, a weathered voice sternly interrupted him: "Stop!"

Upon hearing this voice, Ah Xiong stopped moving, and the other disciples also stood up, straightened their bodies, and lowered their heads.

Qin Mo turned around and saw an old man in black walking out of the archway.

The old man's appearance was terrifying; half of his face looked as if it had been burned, and one eye was bulging out.

Even the other half of his face, though intact, had deep lines that made it impossible to tell his age.

However, the old man's overall demeanor was very sinister.

Looking into his eyes was like stepping into a pool of water that hadn't seen the light of day for over a decade; even a touch sent chills down my spine.

"He's a master..." Qin Mo murmured.

This old man is not a martial arts master, but he is definitely a master of poison.

Half of his face must have been burned off by poison.

The old man was also staring at him, one of his eyes was slanted, and his expression was very strange.

As the old man passed by Qin Mo, he didn't stop at all, and his icy aura touched Qin Mo's skin.

The moment the old man walked away, Qin Mo immediately took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

This pill was given to him by his third master as an antidote.

After taking the pill, Qin Mo pressed two acupoints on his body and then spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His movements were quick and decisive, leaving Wang Yuanwu and the others bewildered.

Ah Xiong and the others stared wide-eyed in disbelief, as if Qin Mo had done something unbelievable.

The old man turned and glanced at Qin Mo before nodding, "Not bad."

It sounds like just a bland and innocuous comment.

Apart from that, he didn't say another word to Qin Mo.

After glancing down at Nayou on the ground, he gave Ah Xiong a sidelong look: "Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"

"You're outmatched in skill, yet you dare to resort to the methods of Medicine King Valley?"

"Take her and get back!"

Once the old man spoke, no one dared to say anything more.

Ah Xiong and the others quickly helped Na You up and carried her away.

As she passed by Qin Mo, she didn't forget to glare at him fiercely.

After they left, the old man called over several disciples and asked them to send the remaining people to the designated places.

After doing all this, the old man headed down the mountain and soon disappeared into the thick fog.

Feizhua and Wang Chaotian rushed to Qin Mo's side immediately: "Brother!"

"Mr. Qin, are you alright?"

After the two people walked over, they looked down and were shocked: the black blood that Qin Mo had vomited was actually corrosive, and it had even corroded a piece of the soil on the ground.

Qin Mo shook his head: "It's alright, I won't die."

He looked in the direction the old man had left and said with a wry smile, "I was careless. That old man is a ruthless character. You should try not to provoke him."

The grappling hook was horrified: if Medicine King Valley was full of such ruthless characters, how could their plan possibly succeed?

Qin Mo gave him a reassuring look, then turned to deal with Wang Chaotian.

As they followed the disciples of Medicine King Valley toward the residential area within the valley, Qin Mo put one hand in his mouth and gently rubbed it.

In his hand was an insect, which had flown into his hand before the old man left...