"Common sense?"
Wang Yuan's gaze turned sharp, and his voice suddenly became icy.
"Then today, I'll shatter your common sense!"
As his words fell, Wang Yuan slowly raised both hands. His palms were clean and clear, without the slightest trace of dark haze.
He activated the Vital Blood within his body. Golden light flickered faintly around him, his physical Gang Qi pure and robust, open and righteous.
There was not the slightest hint of demonic evil or poisonous chill!
"The Myriad Poisons Sect's cultivation methods are sinister and baleful, corroding one's bones, and their aura is bizarre."
"Those who cultivate them year-round will inevitably carry poisonous shadows in their flesh and cold yin within their Vital Blood."
"All the martial seniors present have keen eyes and clear hearts."
"Take a look, then. Does my aura contain even a trace of demonic evil? Does it contain even a trace of Myriad Poisons' baleful yin?"
Wang Yuan stood openly and upright, his golden Gang Qi grand and righteous. It was nothing but the ultimate tempering of the physical body and the orthodox martial path of Vital Blood.
The Sect Masters all focused their senses to examine him. After a moment, every one of their expressions eased.
Daoist Fencang slowly spoke.
"Wang Yuan's aura is pure, his Vital Blood vigorous and yang. There is not the slightest trace of evil poison or yin haze about him. He is absolutely not of the Myriad Poisons Sect's lineage."
With a single sentence, all of Liu Canglan's claims were completely overturned!
Li Zhenyue nodded in agreement. "If he were the Myriad Poisons Sect's Holy Son, cultivating a poison body year-round, then his flesh, meridians, and aura would certainly differ from those of orthodox martial artists. He could never possess such an open, righteous bearing."
The truth