Deep within Qingteng Valley, the miasma was dense as fog, and daylight never reached it year-round.
The clamor of slaughter on the mountain road outside the valley had long since faded, leaving only the soft sound of mountain winds brushing through the woods.
The entire valley was cold and damp, vines twisting around strange rocks everywhere, while poisonous moisture churned faintly beneath the soil.
An ordinary martial artist who stepped into this place would have poison gas invade their body within moments, clogging their meridians. This alone showed that it was a natural secret realm of deadly poison.
Wang Yuan moved lightly through the interwoven green vines, a faint sheen of light lingering over his skin.
His body had long been tempered to the very limit of Transformation Force by Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone.
The ordinary miasma and poisonous fog scattered the instant they touched his skin, shattered by the power of his sinews and bones. They could not invade him in the slightest.
The little wooden box in his palm was tightly sealed. The juvenile Black Demon Scorpion within lay quietly dormant, no longer displaying its previous savage frenzy.
It had been tamed by the spiritual power of Wang Yuan's Evil God's Eye.
This mutant venomous scorpion had already acknowledged him as its master. It curled quietly atop the soft padding in the wooden box, its dark-blue tail hook slightly drawn in, exuding an innate aura of deadly poison.
After going a hundred zhang deeper into the valley, a dark and profound natural stone cave came into view.
The entrance was concealed beneath thick green vines, hidden to the extreme. From within came the steady, drawn-out sound of breathing.
It was the Green Scale Python that had been recovering from its injuries here earlier.
Sensing an outsider's approach, the