"Pósuò Dance? Isn't that the number one ancient supreme poison?"
"It seems this hidden quest, though activated, won't be easy to complete!"
"Heh! Not just not easy, it's downright impossible!"
"Exactly! How could the antidote for the ancient number one supreme poison be so easy to refine?"
"It looks like the hidden quest for numbers four, seven, and eight is doomed to fail..."
"Seconded!"
"..."
No one held out hope for Zǐ Líng Líng, all because of the words "Pósuò Dance."
"Not necessarily!"
"Yeah! Others might not be able to, but she might!"
From within the crowd, two voices rang out.
These two voices, imbued with spiritual energy, immediately drowned out the murmurs of the others.
"Who are you?"
"And who are you?"
A man dressed as a scholar, appearing harmless, and another exuding an air of nobility, holding a fan made of peacock feathers, glared at each other, clearly unwilling to yield.
This scholar-dressed man was none other than Róng Guāng, the current president of the Qingcheng Poison Master Association.
And the man holding the crimson peacock feather fan was Shàngguān Yùlín, the young master of the Shàngguān family.
It was these two who had spoken out differently just moments ago.
After a moment of glaring at each other, they both spoke simultaneously.
"You know Miss Zǐ?"
"You know Miss Zǐ?"
Their synchronized utterance of the same question, in perfect unison, made the initially adversarial atmosphere between them become rather peculiar.
"Are you also Miss Zǐ's friend?"
"Are you also Miss Zǐ's friend?"
Again, they spoke in unison.
Both were taken aback for a moment, then they both burst into laughter.
"A pleasure to meet you, I am Róng Guāng!"
"Likewise, Shàngguān Yùlín!"
Their hands clasped together, yet simultaneously, both felt a strong force emanating from the other's palm.
Openly friendly, yet secretly competitive – there was no one else like them.
Neither dared to be careless, and both simultaneously increased their strength.
"Bang!"
The collision of their forces unleashed a wave of energy.
Those around them, caught off guard, were instantly pushed back several steps.
However, before the others could even react, the forces in their palms dissipated.
Both men laughed heartily and then shared a grand embrace.
"Brother Shàngguān, you truly are!"
"As are you, Brother Róng!"
Of course, they both tacitly omitted the words "reincarnated body of a Guardian."
This was because Zǐ Líng Líng had repeatedly warned them not to reveal this secret without her permission, to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"So that's it, no wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I first met you, Brother Shàngguān!"
"I felt the same, the moment I saw you, Brother Róng, I felt like we were meeting after a long separation."
As they spoke, they shared another large embrace.
"Insane!"
Those who had been pushed back by the energy wave earlier glared fiercely at the two men and uttered two words.
They couldn't comprehend how the two men, who had been subtly competing moments ago, had suddenly become like sworn brothers.
Thus, apart from the word "insane," they could think of no other description.
The two men did not get angry, as they had indeed been impolite first.
Shàngguān Yùlín transmitted his voice, "May I ask which venerable one Brother Róng is?"
Róng Guāng smiled, a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, and he offered it to Shàngguān Yùlín.
Shàngguān Yùlín opened the porcelain bottle with surprise, but after just a moment, he hastily resealed it.
This was because he had already recognized the contents – a poison pill.
In other words, Róng Guāng was the reincarnated body of the Poison Venerable Yǎn Wú Dào.
To confirm his suspicion, Shàngguān Yùlín looked inquiringly at Róng Guāng.
Róng Guāng smiled and nodded, acknowledging his guess, then transmitted, "May I ask who Brother Shàngguān is?"
Shàngguān Yùlín pointed to the sky and transmitted back, "Xī Zhī Hé."
During this period, although he had not yet fully integrated Xī Zhī Hé's remains, he had awakened some memories.
"Heavenly Venerable?"
Róng Guāng was so surprised that he almost blurted it out.
After all, among the Nine Guardians, Father Venerable Fēng Bāo Xī, Mother Venerable Fèng Lǐ Qī, and Heavenly Venerable Xī Zhī Hé were the most mysterious.
This was because they were all omnipotent, and no one knew how powerful they truly were. Even the other six among the Nine Guardians could not fathom their depths.
Shàngguān Yùlín nodded and said, "We can discuss this later, Miss Zǐ is about to begin!"
He said this as his gaze shifted to the large screen.
Róng Guāng also quickly composed himself and looked towards the screen.
Indeed, Zǐ Líng Líng nodded and said, "Understood!"
The spirit of the Dan Dao Ascension Platform said, "In that case, let the timer begin!"
As the spirit finished speaking, a massive sundial appeared outside, recording the length of the shadow at that moment.
When the shadow's length on the sundial tomorrow is the same as it is now, it will signify that time is up.
Simultaneously, a woman appeared before Zǐ Líng Líng.
The woman was dancing, her movements graceful, her dance beautiful, as if she herself was lost in the dance.
"Pósuò Dance, the dancer is graceful, all deep affection poured into the dance, dancing until emotions are extinguished and the soul dissipates, thus separating life from death!"
Pósuò Dance, as poisonous as its name suggests, would stir up the deepest sorrows in the heart of the afflicted.
The dance arose from sorrow and continued until the soul dissipated, never to be seen again.
What was terrifying was that Pósuò Dance, this potent poison, was highly contagious. Any two lovers were destined to be infected.
This was the true horror of the ancient number one supreme poison.
In this world, who would be heartless? And who would not have sorrowful memories?
Therefore, it had been passed down through the ages that Pósuò Dance was incurable!
Zǐ Líng Líng watched the woman dance tirelessly and knitted her brows.
She took out a long-unused silver needle from her Nine Spirits Ring and shot it towards the dancing woman.
Of course, the spot she aimed for would not cause any harm to the woman.
The silver needle struck the woman, but she showed no reaction, as if the person being pricked was not her.
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Zǐ Líng Líng's palm pulsed with spiritual energy, and the silver needle automatically flew back. The difference was that the needle was now stained with the woman's blood.
Zǐ Líng Líng collected the woman's blood, then swiftly moved forward and forcefully tapped the woman's sleeping acupoint, intending to make her fall asleep and rest.
However, Zǐ Líng Líng was disappointed.
Because the woman, who should have fallen asleep, showed no reaction whatsoever and continued to dance tirelessly.
Zǐ Líng Líng frowned and suddenly gripped the woman's neck, forcing her mouth open.
She flicked her finger, and a drop of her own blood flew into the woman's mouth. The woman's body went limp, and the moment Zǐ Líng Líng released her grip, she collapsed onto the ground.
Zǐ Líng Líng clapped her hands with satisfaction.
It seemed that although her Myriad Poisons Body had only just reached the introductory level, its effects were quite remarkable.