The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Su Zhen did not draw his sword.

He was capturing the thoughts and feelings that came from his beloved daughter's mind.

In the tense and deathly silent hall, the crisp sound of people cracking sunflower seeds was particularly clear.

Su Yaoyao nestled comfortably in the large armchair, her two short legs swinging leisurely in mid-air.

[Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of junk is that old Deng holding in his hand?]

[Is that the legendary Miao Jiang Fatal Gu? It looks as disgusting as expired, moldy glowing slime, and it's even bubbling green bubbles.]

The cultivation method for these Gu worms is so shoddy; the impurities are so excessive it's almost unbearable to look at.

Su Yaoyao lazily spat out a sunflower seed shell, her mind filled with professional disdain as a max-level poison doctor.

[Given this level of toxicity, if you actually put it in your mouth and chewed it, it would probably just have a crunchy texture.]

[This is definitely a high-protein fried snack, maybe even cumin chicken flavored.]

[The tap water from my broken water purifier back in my interstellar home is even less toxic!]

He flaunts this low-end, cheap junk as his trump card; he's not ashamed of himself, I feel embarrassed for him.

Upon hearing this series of heartfelt words, Su Zhen's eyelids twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Su Yaoyao's thoughts suddenly shifted, and she let out a sinister chuckle in her mind.

[This old man stood there rambling on and on, spouting vehement rhetoric for ages.]

Does he really think that I, the number one poison doctor in the interstellar realm, am just sitting here eating sunflower seeds and watching the show?

Doesn't he feel a little dryness in his throat, or a slight numbness or tingling in his limbs?

He didn't even notice the cup of hot tea he had just drunk to soothe his throat...

Did I secretly add a tiny bit of my own special seasoning?

Upon hearing this, Su Zhen's eyes lit up instantly.

He knew that his daughter was never a well-behaved, obedient child; she always had to be careful where she went.

Su Yaoyao's inner voice grew increasingly excited, almost dancing with joy in her mind.

[That's no ordinary poison; it's an interstellar specialty I took out of my personal storage space—a neuronal disruptor!]

[A limited edition 'dog-themed' version!]

Let me do the math... five, four, three...

[Judging by the time, the effects of this medicine are about to fully take hold; even a Great Immortal wouldn't be able to suppress it.]

[Old Deng, the most glorious and dazzling stage play of your life is about to begin!]

After hearing this series of explosive spoilers, which sounded like a countdown...

The overwhelming killing intent in Su Zhen's heart vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was an extremely strong urge to watch the show.

Why are you even drawing your sword?

It's pointless to slash him with a sword; the splattering blood would only soil his newly donned silk robe.

The daughter's methods are truly brilliant; she kills him by destroying his spirit, making him utterly and utterly destroyed in front of the entire cult!

The tyrant father loosened his clenched fingers quite naturally.

He silently withdrew his hand from the hilt of the Longquan sword and smoothly took a half-step back to the side. He thoughtfully adjusted his stance, creating an excellent viewing angle for himself.

When Su Zhen looked at the arrogant high priest again, his eyes had completely changed.

All that remained was deep pity and mockery.

However, the high priest was completely unaware that he had already stepped one foot into the gates of hell.

He caught a glimpse of Su Zhen taking half a step back and assumed that his righteous words had intimidated the other party.

It was thought that this seemingly terrifying male concubine had ultimately succumbed to the fear of the swords flashing throughout the hall and backed down.

"Hmph! You're only a male concubine; you're smart enough to know when to back down!"

The high priest laughed inwardly, his confidence swelling to its peak.

Even this most terrifying man dares not make a move, so Ye Honglian has no chance of escape today and is doomed to die!

He held the tray containing the holy water high with both hands, his expression becoming increasingly arrogant and domineering.

The high priest strode arrogantly toward the throne of the religious leader on the high platform, his swagger unapproachable.

"Master, the time has come. What are you still hesitating for?"

The high priest's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Could it be that the sect leader is truly possessed by an evil spirit, feeling guilty and timid, and afraid of the divine power of this holy water?"

"With so many eyes watching today, you have to drink this bowl of water whether you want to or not!"

The traitorous high-ranking officials and protectors around them cooperated by pushing their swords forward even further.

The encirclement tightened again, and the cold blades gleamed with a bloodthirsty glint in the flickering firelight.

Countless sharp blades were pointed directly at Ye Honglian on the throne, as if they would pierce her into a sieve at any moment.

The atmosphere inside the hall became even more suffocating.

The air seemed to freeze completely; everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the platform.

Everyone wanted to see how this once-arrogant female cult leader would react to this deadly situation.

Was it a desperate resistance that resulted in bloodshed on the spot?

Or should we humiliate ourselves, bow our heads, and drink this deadly poison?

Ye Honglian leaned languidly against the large throne, her blood-red dress resembling a quietly burning flame.

Her fingers, clad in silver armor, slowly ceased tapping on the armrest.

His cold gaze swept over the arrogant high priest and the group of swaggering traitors around him, as if he were looking at a dead object.

A hint of undisguised contempt and mockery quickly spread across her beautiful eyes.

"drink?"

Ye Honglian gave a disdainful sneer.

The cold laugh was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall, carrying an absolute domineering aura that looked down upon the world and regarded all things as ants.

Under the shocked, confused, and even somewhat incredulous gazes of a group of traitors.

She extended her fair, jade-like hand.

He picked up the bowl of deadly holy water, which was still bubbling with a ghastly green color, directly from the tray held by the high priest.

She suddenly tilted her long, fair neck back.

Amidst gasps of shock, he tilted his head back and drank the bowl of extremely poisonous liquid in one gulp!