Nighttime Burglary

Black Rock City remained lively at night.

Only as dawn approached did the bustle gradually fade away.

In a remote corner of the southern part of the city stood a rather peculiar-looking building.

This was Gute's residence in Black Rock City.

Within a concealed shadow somewhere nearby, two figures completely cloaked in black robes hid in the darkness, their eyes fixed intently on the strange building ahead.

They were Wei Yang and Ye Xian'er.

Wei Yang raised his head to look at the bright moon, which had begun to tilt toward the horizon, then listened carefully to the streets in the distance as they gradually quieted down.

"It's about time." Wei Yang turned to look at Ye Xian'er.

Ye Xian'er's little head beneath her cloak nodded lightly. With a flip of her hand, she took out a small jade bottle.

Seeing this, Wei Yang unconsciously took a slight step back.

It was not that he feared Xian'er, but rather the thing in her hand.

Ye Xian'er tilted her head slightly toward Wei Yang, seemingly rolling her eyes at him.

Wei Yang could only smile awkwardly, baring a row of gleaming white teeth in the darkness.

Ye Xian'er gave a soft snort and opened the bottle cap with her small hand.

At once, something seemed to drift out from within. Yet in the darkness, nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

In truth, what drifted from the jade bottle was an extremely faint mist. It was colorless and odorless, specially concocted by Xian'er for tonight's operation.

She circulated her Dou Qi and guided the faint mist drifting from the bottle's mouth toward the strange building not far ahead.

Silently, it seeped through cracks in the windows and gaps beneath the doors.

A moment later, Xian'er put away the small jade bottle and softly said, "Brother Yang, it's done."

Wei Yang stepped forward twice, moving close to Ye Xian'er again. He asked quietly, "Xian'er, are you sure this will work? He's not only a Da Dou Shi, but also a Third-Grade Alchemist. If we can't take him down without a sound and he makes even the slightest disturbance, the two of us may have to flee overnight."

Xian'er quietly assured him, "Don't worry, Brother Yang. This sleeping mist is colorless and odorless. As it spreads through the air, it will enter his body silently through his breathing. He'll fall asleep without noticing the slightest abnormality."

Wei Yang nodded at this, finally at ease.

This was the terror of a Poison Master!

And she possessed the Body of Calamitous Poison.

There was no way such an existence would fail when targeting a Da Dou Shi and a Third-Grade Alchemist.

That was precisely why Poison Masters were so feared and loathed.

Why had Wei Yang instinctively taken two steps back when he saw Xian'er take out the jade bottle earlier?

Because Xian'er was now a nine-star Da Dou Shi. The poisons she concocted now posed a threat even to Wei Yang, so his body had instinctively reacted.

He did not want to be taken down by accidentally inhaling the sleeping mist before the operation had even begun.

If that happened, he would truly lose all face.

"Xian'er, when do we go in?" Wei Yang asked.

Ye Xian'er's little head beneath the cloak shook slightly as she softly said, "We still need to wait. The sleeping mist needs some time to dissipate naturally in the air."

Her voice sounded rather cheerful, clearly showing that she was in a good mood. "And if you rashly go in before it dissipates, Brother Yang, you'll be affected too."

Wei Yang rubbed his nose and fell silent.

The little girl's getting a little cocky now that her strength has caught up.

"Hehe." Ye Xian'er seemed to be secretly giggling with pride.

Wei Yang turned to look at the strange building, pretending not to hear her.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a faint melancholy, as though his precious little girl had grown up and was about to leave the shelter of his wings.

He felt happy, fulfilled, and proud, yet also somewhat disappointed.

This Body of Calamitous Poison was truly a BUG. It grew far too quickly!

As a result, Wei Yang's sense of accomplishment from raising her had diminished considerably.

In the blink of an eye, Xian'er was about to become a Dou Ling.

She would probably soon catch up to him, then surpass him.

No talent was worth mentioning before such a physique.

Wei Yang even felt a faint, inexplicable sense of relief as he mocked himself. Fortunately, he had not met Qing Lin earlier.

Otherwise, would he not have to suffer a double blow in the future?

And be repeatedly crushed by two girls younger than himself!

Though the feeling of clinging to powerful thighs and living off women was not entirely unacceptable...

They waited quietly for quite a while.

Only then did Ye Xian'er tug on Wei Yang's arm and say, "Brother Yang, we can go in now."

Wei Yang took a light breath, shook his head slightly to cast away the jumbled thoughts in his mind, and took her small hand. "Let's go."

The two quietly approached the building. Wei Yang softly reminded her, "Xian'er, be careful once we get inside. I heard that this fellow likes setting up all kinds of messy traps in his home to ambush people."

"Mm." Xian'er nodded seriously.

Wei Yang released his Soul Power, sending it through the gap beneath the door and into the building. From inside, he unlatched the bolt.

He gently pushed the door open.

However, before they could step inside, a fierce blast of force, carrying a sky-filling cloud of black powder, surged out from the pitch-black room.

The sudden change startled both of them slightly, and they cautiously retreated several steps.

Just as the black powder from inside was about to spray out of the room, Wei Yang raised his hand.

But Ye Xian'er stepped forward. "Brother Yang, let me handle it."

With a wave of her small hand, a powerful suction force burst from her palm.

The black powder that came surging toward them was immediately drawn into her palm, eventually condensing into a small black ball there.

Xian'er lowered her head to inspect the small black ball formed from the powder. She brought it close to her nose and gave it a light sniff before taking out a small jade bottle, storing it inside, and putting it away.

"Brother Yang, this black powder won't poison anyone to death, but if even a little gets on the skin, it'll make the person unbearably itchy all over," Xian'er explained.

Wei Yang nodded and muttered, "That old man really is a bit of a pervert."

They had not even entered the door, yet he had already given them a warning.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, he stepped forward. His powerful Soul Power surged out and swiftly flooded into the house.

After several faint cracking sounds came from inside, Wei Yang withdrew his Soul Power.

"Let's go. I've already destroyed all the traps inside." Wei Yang curled his lip.

Using traps to ambush people? Then don't blame me for fighting dirty.

Holding Xian'er's hand, he stepped into the house.

At a glance, the room was filthy and cluttered, practically like a garbage dump.

A moldy odor, like the smell left behind by years of dampness, permeated the air. Both of them frowned and held their breath.

Wei Yang raised a hand, and the door behind them silently closed before the bolt slid into place.

His gaze swept across the chaotic room. Wei Yang shook his head. "What a slob. Let's go."

He led Xian'er carefully around the rubbish and clutter beneath their feet as they moved through the house.

They crossed several rotten wooden staircases that swayed as though they might collapse at any moment, heading upstairs.

Along the way, Wei Yang used his Soul Power in advance to destroy every trap waiting to be triggered ahead of them.

At last, they safely reached the top floor of the building.

After climbing the final flight of stairs, they saw a wooden door at the end of the corridor.

"We're here."

Hearing that the room at the end of the corridor seemed very quiet, Wei Yang smiled and led Xian'er forward.