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In some ways, the scene was horrifying.

Like a clump of loose spaghetti, the two men's hands silently spread out on the ground, without them even noticing, as if they were completely unaware of the strange thing happening to them.

(…What the hell is all this stuff?)

Bai Chen frowned as he watched the scene on the monitor.

He had originally planned to order a bowl of noodles when he ordered takeout, but now that he saw this sanity-dropping scene, he had no appetite left.

Meanwhile, the strange events in the hall continued.

Following their hands, the trouser legs of the two men also collapsed silently, making them look like they were about to fall over, as if they were covered in mud and debris.

The "noodles" scattered on the ground crawled in all directions, their targets including those who were asleep in their respective places, as well as the red-haired girl who was sitting not far away with her eyes closed, meditating.

Although Pei Shijing, who remained standing, witnessed this scene, he glanced at Yin Hongxiao, who was meditating with her eyes closed, and did not make a sound. Instead, he quietly took a few steps back.

Although he had only been a Chosen One for less than half a year, Yin Hongxiao's strength was far greater than he had imagined. Coupled with her [talent], which was extremely well-suited to him, she was already showing signs of becoming the number one among the younger generation, despite being only twenty years old.

...What a pity.

Licking his lips, Pei Shijing silently opened the folding fan in his hand, using it as a medium to quietly release some kind of drug.

It wasn't poison. This young girl had protective items on her person, and being too hasty would only alert her. The medicine he was releasing was just a soothing fragrance.

He had worked hard to create this opportunity, and his opponent was already injured. As long as the strange poison could reach his opponent, he would have a chance to defeat him.

As far as he knew, her master had given her many good things. He was just waiting for him to be able to subdue her and then use drugs to turn her into his possession. The benefits he would gain would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, and looking at the red-haired girl who was still sitting there meditating and unaware of the approaching danger, Pei Shijing's eyes became fiery.

However, at that moment, a clear female voice interrupted all his plans.

"Items have been selected for machine number 26. Please have them delivered to the front desk as soon as possible."

Pei Shijing: "???"

Almost reflexively, he looked up at the source of the sound, but there was no one there, only a cold, strange machine.

At the same time, Yin Hongxiao, who was meditating, subconsciously opened her eyes because of the sudden sound. After seeing the "noodles" that had almost run up to her and the feet of several people who were lying unconscious on the table nearby, her expression changed slightly.

The next second, a long, scarlet thread suddenly appeared in her hand. The scarlet sword shadow flashed and disappeared. Several seemingly swaying scarlet flames landed precisely on those "noodles". There was no booming sound, only a slight "hissing" sound. Those strange creations turned into fine ashes in the flames.

However, before she could check on the condition of her two companions, a sharp, low whistling sound came from behind her. Because she was already injured, she could only hurriedly use her longsword to block the attack from behind.

But her opponent seemed to have already figured out her sword style. With a simple, effortless flip, the sharp iron fan parted the sword hilt and then slashed a long, narrow gash across her shoulder.

If she hadn't dodged in time, that one blow would have been enough to sever her head.

Even though she was at a disadvantage, Yin Hongxiao did not panic. After beheading her two companions, who were already beyond saving and had begun to turn into monsters, she quickly composed herself.

Looking at Pei Shijing, who had somehow switched to a strangely shaped iron fan, her voice turned cold.

"The Bone-Cutting Fan? You're the pale-faced scholar from the Demonic Sect. After the Heavenly Collapse, we signed an agreement with the Demonic Sect, and you've overstepped your bounds."

"Overstepping boundaries? Signing the agreement is the work of the Demonic Sect, what does it have to do with me?"

Seemingly in no hurry to make a move, Pei Shijing snapped open the iron fan in his hand and chuckled softly.

"I've heard that Miss Yin's [talent] is karmic fire. I wonder if your karmic fire can burn away all 127 kinds of rare poisons I possess?"

"..."

Yin Hongxiao glanced at the wound on her shoulder, and her face darkened.

Although the wound had stopped bleeding, the surrounding skin had quickly turned bluish-purple, and strange black patterns, like a spider web, were rapidly spreading towards the heart.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to damage such a perfect body. Those poisons will only erase your mind and emotions, turning you into a puppet who only obeys my commands."

While observing the changes in Yin Hongxiao's expression, Pei Shijing shook the iron fan in his hand with a playful look.

"From this day forward, you will become the most perfect poison human under my command, along with... your precious senior sister."

With a cold expression, Yin Hongxiao did not reply. Instead, she placed her right hand on the wound on her left shoulder. Accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding hissing sounds, a wisp of smoke, crimson with a hint of dark purple, escaped from her fingertips and quickly dissipated into the air.

"It's useless. Even if your [Karmic Fire] is unparalleled and can almost burn everything, my [Pharmacopoeia] is no less powerful than your [Karmic Fire]."

Watching Yin Hongxiao's actions and putting away the iron fan in her hand, Pei Shijing seemed to have a slight sense of emotion.

"It's a pity that cross-realm missions have many restrictions, otherwise, I might have been able to arrange a meeting between you senior and junior sisters, who I've been training for a long time..."

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Before Pei Shijing could finish his sentence, Yin Hongxiao's icy voice rang out in front of him, and a crimson sword flashed, striking his neck first.

In his haste, he only had time to raise his iron fan before he dodged the attack with a very awkward roll.

Where the sword flashed, the counter behind him, along with half of the snack wall, silently split in two.

He never expected that even though he was seriously injured and had been poisoned by a variety of strange poisons he had concocted using the [Pharmacopoeia], his opponent could still unleash such terrifying speed.

Pei Shijing reached up and touched the few bloodstains seeping from his neck, his face still showing lingering fear.

...just a little bit short.

However, when he looked up again and saw Yin Hongxiao's current appearance, he felt relieved again.

Kneeling on the ground in a bent-over position, Yin Hongxiao's sword-wielding hand was trembling uncontrollably, large drops of sweat rolled down her forehead, and purplish-blue lines had spread to half of her cheeks, making her look particularly ferocious.

Clearly, the opponent was no longer able to fight.

"Give up. If you were at your peak, I might still be a little afraid of you, but now you are at your last gasp."

Standing up from the ground, Pei Shijing reopened the iron fan in his hand, which had been cut in half, and looked down at the red-haired girl kneeling on the ground in front of him.

But even though he said that, he cautiously took two steps back.

The die is cast, and he doesn't need to risk his life; he just needs to wait for the right opportunity.

"..."

As her vision gradually blurred, Yin Hongxiao remained silent, only gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.

Although she still had enough strength to launch an attack, her opponent would not give her another chance. Before Tianqing, the pale-faced scholar of the Demonic Sect was synonymous with treachery and cunning. No one had ever seen his true face, and countless skilled fighters had met their demise at his hands.

I thought they had died in the catastrophe when the heavens collapsed, but I never expected that they would not only become the chosen one, but also awaken a talent that is one in ten thousand...

...A poisonous person?

Rather than becoming that miserable existence, it's better to eliminate oneself while one can still move...

However, just as she was contemplating suicide, a voice suddenly rang out again in the hall.

"Items have been selected for machine number 26. Please have them delivered to the front desk as soon as possible."

"Items have been selected for machine number 26. Please have them delivered to the front desk as soon as possible."

"Items have been selected for machine number 26. Please have them delivered to the front desk as soon as possible."

………………

Unlike before, this time the sound rang out repeatedly several times.

"...Again?"

Looking up at the strange machine, Pei Shijing gave a cold smile.

"I'd better not let me find out who's playing the trick, otherwise..."

Just as Pei Shijing shifted his gaze, Yin Hongxiao, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up again, her crimson sword light transforming into a shooting star, pointing directly at his neck.

...But having learned from his previous experience, how could Pei Shijing not take precautions this time?

"We've been waiting for you."

Pei Shijing's gaze suddenly shifted downwards, and as he looked at the sword shadow in front of him, whose speed had decreased by at least 50% compared to before, a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

He had already decided that simply erasing the other person's self-awareness was rather boring. It would be better to retain the other person's consciousness. A poisonous person with self-awareness but unable to control their own actions would be far more interesting than those cold toys.

However, just as he was about to use his manual iron fan to disarm the opponent's longsword, an unprecedented sense of unease surged into his heart like a tidal wave, causing his movements to slow down involuntarily. At the same time, the speed of the crimson sword shadow in front of him suddenly increased by 30%.

In a life-or-death duel, victory or defeat can be decided by the smallest margin.

The next second, he felt the whole world turn upside down. In the last second before his consciousness fell into chaos, he saw his headless corpse, and at the same time, he vaguely saw a severed hand resting on his shoulder... faintly visible.

Inside the toilet stall, Bai Chen put his phone in his pocket and stood up from the toilet.