The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The three sticks of black incense burned very slowly; the smoke didn't rise but instead dripped heavily down the offering table.

Jiang Chen ignored the lonely memorial tablet and focused his gaze on the thick blue brick wall behind the offering table.

"Here."

He raised his leg and kicked the seemingly ordinary wall hard.

"Boom!"

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust rose in all directions.

What was revealed was not soil, but a large, black iron gate covered with intricate runes.

A strong, cloying medicinal scent wafted out from under the door like a high-pressure water gun.

But the aroma was mixed with a nauseating rusty smell.

That is blood.

The stench of blood, both aged and fresh, piled up in layers.

Jiang Chen reached out and gripped the door crack, exerting force with his arm.

The heavy iron door, weighing at least a thousand pounds, emitted a screeching sound as it was forcibly torn open.

The space inside is surprisingly large.

Rows of rosewood shelves were filled with all kinds of jade boxes and porcelain vases.

Those century-old ginseng and he shou wu that are sold at exorbitant prices on the market are just like radishes and cabbages, thrown around here.

But on the deepest table, there were no medicinal herbs.

There was only a thick stack of account books stained with dark red dirt, and a dozen or so tokens engraved with the character "君" (Jun).

Jiang Chen walked over and casually flipped open a book.

The handwriting was very messy, and every page was shocking.

"On the fifth day of the third month, take seven portions of the Yin essence of Kan water, refine three Blood Coagulation Pills, and fill the well with the waste."

"On April 10th, twelve portions of the blood of the Fire Child were taken, and one Great Rejuvenation Pill was refined and sent to the second branch of the Jun Mansion."

Jiang Chen's finger paused on the word "waste".

Every word here represents a human life.

"It turns out that the so-called Han family of the capital is nothing more than a dog raised by the Jun family that can concoct medicine."

Jiang Chen closed the ledger, and golden true fire rose from his palm.

The flames instantly engulfed the stack of account books, and the ashes swirled in the air like the howls of countless wronged souls.

"You are arrogant and aloof."

Jiang Chen looked at the ashes, his voice very soft.

"Using human lives to refine pills to pave your path to becoming a prodigy—I will personally go to the Jun family to settle this score with you."

"Jiang... Jiang Chen."

Shen Suxin suddenly called out from behind.

Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from an instinctive longing.

Jiang Chen turned around.

Shen Suxin stared intently at a shelf on her left, a strange emerald green gleaming in her doe-like eyes.

On that shelf were two white jade boxes with seals affixed to them.

Even through the jade box, one could feel the chilling aura emanating from within.

"Those are 'Azure Flower' and 'Withered Grass'."

Shen Suxin swallowed hard, her nails digging deep into her palms.

"For ordinary people, this is a deadly poison that can kill instantly upon contact with blood. Just a drop of its sap will cause their entire body to rot and they will die."

She took a step forward, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"But to me... this is food."

Jiang Chen walked over, reached out and tore off the seal, and opened the lid with a snap.

The box on the left contains a strange flower that is entirely bluish-purple with petals that look like ghost faces.

On the right is a withered, blackened blade of grass that smells of rotting corpse.

The moment the two items appeared, the air in the entire sealed room seemed to drop several degrees.

"eat."

Jiang Chen pushed the two boxes forward, his tone calm.

"The Han family's wealth accumulated over a hundred years is all yours today."

Shen Suxin no longer hesitated.

She reached out, and the moment her fingertips touched the withered grass, the herb seemed to come alive, turning into a wisp of black mist that seeped into her pores.

Next up was that day's blue and white porcelain.

"Well……"

Shen Suxin let out a painful groan and curled up on the ground.

Large, intricate blue lines began to appear beneath her originally pale, bloodless skin.

The lines resembled living vines, rapidly spreading along her neck and arms, finally converging at her brow to form a small ancient seal character.

poison.

A visible emerald green mist erupted from her body.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The nearest rosewood shelf carbonized and shattered the moment it came into contact with the mist.

The ancient medicinal herbs above seemed to have been drained of moisture, quickly withering, turning black, and finally turning into a pile of worthless dry grass.

This is plunder.

The most domineering and unreasonable form of plunder.

Once the Hundred Herbs Poison Body awakens, the essence of all plants within a ten-mile radius becomes its nourishment.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged three steps away from her, his body shimmering with golden light, blocking the poisonous mist that was trying to erode him.

Don't suppress it.

Jiang Chen looked at Shen Suxin, whose face was covered in cold sweat, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Open up all your pores. Every single herb here represents a debt the Han family owes you."

Shen Suxin gritted her teeth and suddenly opened her arms wide.

"boom--"

The green poisonous mist transformed into a massive vortex, frantically devouring all the medicinal properties within the sealed chamber.

The precious medicinal herbs that filled three entire walls were losing their luster at a visible rate.

The ginseng was shriveled, and the Ganoderma lucidum was crushed.

Countless streams of pure medicinal power were forcibly extracted, flowing into the green vortex, and finally being poured into Shen Suxin's body.

Doorway.

Xiao Ruoye leaned against the door frame, toying with a short knife she had snatched from the Han family's assassins.

She looked at the monstrous scene inside, but there was no fear in her eyes.

"This is what it means to be alive."

Xiao Ruoye murmured something to herself and sheathed the short sword at her waist.

Back in the Xiao family, she lived like a delicate puppet, even when she was on police duty arresting people, she was burdened by the heavy shackles of her family.

Now, seeing this priceless medicine storehouse reduced to ruins, she felt only a sense of satisfaction.

The exhilarating feeling of trampling the rules underfoot.

"Wakaba, guard the gate."

Jiang Chen's voice came from the mist.

"Anyone who dares to take a step closer will be killed."

"clear."

Xiao Ruoye turned around, her back to the secret chamber, and stood on the steps.

Her back was very straight, like a drawn sword.

Inside the secret room.

Jiang Chen wasn't idle either.

Shen Suxin had only just awakened, and her body simply couldn't withstand absorbing so much medicinal power at once.

Instead of wasting that excess energy, let him benefit from it.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

He inhaled the toxic green mist into his lungs.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, their internal organs would have turned to water by now.

However, the remnant soul of the true dragon within him seemed to have consumed a highly nourishing substance, emitting a joyful tremor.

The "Formless Technique" operates wildly.

The hidden injuries that were originally attached to his meridians, and the hidden dangers left by his overexertion in order to save people, are rapidly healing under the flush of this enormous vitality.

Not only that.

The medicinal power contained a unique wood-like resilience, which was reshaping his meridian walls.

Break and stand.

After half an hour.

The green mist in the sealed room finally dissipated.

The warehouse, once filled with rare treasures, is now nothing but a thick layer of ashes.

Shen Suxin collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The blue lines on her body had disappeared beneath her skin, and her once sickly face now radiated a healthy glow.

Especially those eyes, so green they looked like two deep pools, you'd be captivated if you looked at them too long.

"How is it?"

Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his neck, and made a series of cracking sounds.

That feeling of being filled with explosive power is finally back.

I'm full.

Shen Suxin rubbed her stomach and let out a burp.

She lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, looking at the mess on the ground.

"Am I being too greedy...? This room full of medicine is probably worth hundreds of billions."

"Tens of billions?"

Jiang Chen chuckled and walked over to help her up.

"The lives of all those bastards in the Han family combined aren't even worth the cost of your meal."

He dusted off his clothes and turned to leave.

"Let's go, there's a delivery guy waiting outside."

The three walked out of the ancestral hall.

The rain has stopped.

The group of powerful and influential people from the capital who were kneeling in the ruins had long since disappeared.

In the empty square, only one person remained.

Xiao Wanshan.

The once arrogant head of the Xiao family is now kneeling in the mud, his hands raised high above his head.

He was holding a brass-colored key in his hand.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Xiao Wanshan trembled and his head hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Master Jiang... Master Jiang."

Xiao Wanshan's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"This is the key to the Xiao family's treasure trove, containing the wealth accumulated by the Xiao family over sixty years."

He looked up, his face covered in rain and mud, his eyes full of pleading.

"I'll give it all to you, everything I have is yours."

"I only beg you... to spare the Xiao family's life."