Cold air mixed with dense poison immediately assaulted Xiao Chen’s entire body as he tumbled into the narrow ravine.Xiao Chen’s consciousness, which had almost completely faded, was suddenly forced back by the burning sensation spreading through the thousands of pores across his skin. The pain was so intense that his mind was jolted awake once more.Bugh!Xiao Chen’s body slammed into the steep rock wall before finally falling to the bottom of the ravine.A pile of rotting leaves and damp soil beneath him slightly cushioned the impact, but it was not enough to alleviate the pain spreading throughout his entire body.Every bone in Xiao Chen’s body felt as though it had cracked. His internal organs also felt as if they were churning violently from Qin Lang’s previous attack.Worse still, the forced use of Pseudo-Qi was beginning to take its toll.The backlash from using that energy struck Xiao Chen’s body with tremendous force. His throat felt scorching hot, and in the next instant, a

Time within Black Mist Valley passed in a way that Xiao Chen could no longer measure.The changes between day and night could not be clearly distinguished. The entire place was perpetually shrouded in dense gray mist, while an oppressive silence filled the surroundings.Inside a sheltered rocky crevice, Xiao Chen spent an entire week recovering from his injuries.For those seven days, he sat cross-legged without moving even slightly, allowing his body to recover gradually.The lightning power stored within his golden bone marrow continued to flow through his bones and muscles. The energy combined with the medicinal properties of the Seven-Scaled Iron Snake’s gallbladder, forming a warm stream of energy that slowly spread throughout his entire body.The meridians that had previously been damaged began to regain their vitality. His internal organs, which had been shaken by Qin Lang’s attacks, gradually stabilized, while the wounds on his body slowly closed.The most astonishing change w

Xiao Chen stepped out of his simple hut.The clothes he wore had their sleeves deliberately cut short. Everything was kept simple and comfortable for movement. There was nothing unnecessary attached to his body.The dense gray mist still hung low over Black Mist Valley.Xiao Chen was about to go hunting and quickly accomplish the purpose of his visit to Black Mist Valley.He had no intention of wasting or spending too much time in this place. He truly did not want to remain inside the valley for too long.Qin Lang might have been seriously injured by the poison, but the matter was not over yet.Sooner or later, Xiao Chen would have to return.And when he returned, he needed to possess enough strength to face the threat posed by Qin Lang. Xiao Chen did not want this minor obstacle to continue interfering with his affairs.Therefore, he had to gather a sufficient amount of poisonous materials in the shortest time possible.Xiao Chen followed a hidden path winding between the roots of en

A bright fire burned in front of the simple hut, casting a faint reddish glow amid the dense gray fog of the Black Mist Valley.The firelight could only illuminate a few meters around it.Beyond the boundary of the light, everything was once again swallowed by darkness and the thick fog hanging low in the air.Above the blazing fire, a large stone cauldron stood firmly in place. The liquid inside was boiling violently.Large bubbles of blackish-purple color continuously emerged on the surface before bursting and releasing wisps of thin smoke.Every time one of the bubbles burst, a pungent smell mixed with blood, poison, and a foul stench immediately spread through the air.Even the ground around the cauldron began to emit a sizzling sound.Sssst …Several blades of grass that were splashed by the liquid immediately turned black and withered.The poisonous stench was so dense that an ordinary person might immediately lose consciousness after inhaling it only a few times.But for Xiao C

Beneath the dimming evening sky, the sunlight slowly disappeared beyond the horizon.The shadows of the buildings in Red Mountain City stretched across the streets, while lanterns began to be lit along the main road.The voices of merchants calling out their wares, the footsteps of practitioners, and the conversations of travelers blended together, creating the distinctive atmosphere of a city that never truly slept.Amid the bustling crowd, a young man walked through the northern gate of Red Mountain City.The young man wore a simple gray robe that was slightly dusty. A hood covered part of his face, leaving only the outline of his jaw and a pair of pitch-black eyes occasionally visible beneath the shadow of the fabric.His posture was tall and upright. His footsteps were calm, light, and almost completely silent.He did not deliberately release any conspicuous aura. Yet, for some reason, several practitioners who happened to pass by him instinctively gave him a little space.The you