The Flame Emperor's Creation, Sorrowful Crisp Breeze

Tears streaming down like rain after being poisoned is called "Sorrow".

Limbs turning soft and weak, unable to move, is called "Crisp".

The poison gas is odorless and colorless; when released, it feels like a gentle breeze brushing against the body, hence "Breeze".

The poison Mu Chen used was precisely the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze.

This poison is a colorless and odorless gas, refined from a variety of rare spiritual materials.

Ordinarily, it is stored in a bottle and sealed with a wooden stopper.

When used, it is shaken slightly, turning into vapor that drifts into the air, undetectable by anyone.

By the time the victim feels a stinging sensation in their eyes, the poison has already reached their brain, leaving them beyond saving.

The victim weeping and snotting uncontrollably is the most prominent characteristic of the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze.

The chief alchemist of the Hundred Spirit Continent, a mid-level spiritual medicine master who walked out of the Endless Fire Domain, gifted this item to him upon learning that the young prince was setting out for the Spirit Road.

He claimed he did not create it himself, but merely happened to know the refining method.

It came from the hands of the master of the Endless Fire Domain, the Flame Emperor.

Because he carried the surname Xiao and hailed from the Dou Emperor Clan behind the Flame Emperor, he was fortunate enough to copy this special prescription from the clan's archives.

As for why a casual creation from the Flame Emperor's youth shared the same name as a miraculous drug from a wuxia novel of a past life, one dared not ask.

Ji Xuan had enjoyed extraordinary opportunities since childhood; he once stumbled into a valley and consumed several strange spiritual fruits, granting him an immunity to most of the world's exotic poisons.

Consequently, ever since entering the Spirit Road, he had never feared being poisoned by villains.

Who would have thought he would meet his downfall here today?

Even if it was just a playful creation from the Flame Emperor's youth, how could it be so easily countered?

Slowly, even Ji Xuan felt his limbs go soft, his hands and feet refusing to obey his commands.

Mu Chen revealed a look of realization, "So that's how it is~"

Thump, thump—in the brief interval of their conversation, the last few kings who had been holding on through sheer physical constitution gave up, swaying before collapsing to the ground.

On the field, only Ji Xuan remained, struggling to hold on.

Mu Chen had begun secretly releasing the poison as soon as he lured the enemies to the mountainside.

He chose this mountain not because of the territory of the Golden Armored Dragon Tiger Beast, but because of the wind direction—the northeasterly wind made it convenient to deliver the poison gas.

Of course, if a high-level spirit beast could have handled the enemies, that would have been even better.

Ji Xuan had always appeared exceptionally vigilant, making it inconvenient to strike.

Mu Chen had exposed the young man's greatest secret, and while he was distracted, he had silently infused the poison into the air, letting the mountain breeze carry it over to achieve victory in one stroke.

"The opportunity, it's mine!"

Just then, a loud roar erupted on the field. A mysterious black shadow suddenly leaped from among the fallen gang members, moving with extreme speed toward the seemingly oblivious Mu Chen.

Swish. People only saw a black blur, and the intruder had already succeeded and retreated.

"Hahaha, you fool, this must be the antidote, right?"

Qiu Beihai, having revealed his form, gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, overcome with wild joy.

His body swayed, as if he might lose his footing at any moment.

Clearly, this peak king was using some secret technique to forcibly suppress the poison.

Ever since Mu Chen had lightly sniffed that mysterious porcelain bottle, Qiu Beihai had harbored a vague suspicion that it might contain the antidote to the mysterious poison.

However, he did not act immediately.

Instead, he chose to strike fiercely when everyone was at their most relaxed. Having succeeded in one move, he did not linger and retreated immediately—a truly perfect plan.

"It seems I underestimated the heroes of the Spirit Road."

With his item snatched away, Mu Chen showed no signs of the emotions one might expect, not even annoyance.

Instead, he took a closer look at Qiu Beihai, who had remained calm and composed until now.

When this man led the team to surround the two of them, Luo Li had used the Luo God Sword to slice off three of his fingers. He had thought the man was finished, but it turned out that despite his physical disability, his spirit remained intact, allowing him to perform beyond his limits.

"Brother Qiu, give me the antidote quickly."

"My combat power is the strongest; only by saving me first can we save everyone else."

After a brief moment of shock, Ji Xuan was overcome with joy and shouted in a deep voice.

"Fine, once I neutralize the poison, I will come to save you."

After a moment of hesitation, Qiu Beihai decided to restore his own mobility first before saving Ji Xuan, thereby liberating the strongest combat power in their camp.

Many of those poisoned revealed looks of joy; they were saved.

Having said that, fearing that delays might lead to complications, Qiu Beihai tilted his head back and poured the contents of the porcelain bottle into his mouth, swallowing it in large gulps.

Splash. At this very moment, a large volume of mysterious black water surged from the bottle's mouth into Qiu Beihai's stomach, merging with his blood, corroding his intestines and stomach, and melting his internal organs.

What Qiu Beihai had waited for was no antidote; it was clearly a death warrant!

"Aah!"

The porcelain bottle fell to the ground as he clutched his throat, screaming frantically, letting out roars like a wounded beast while pounding the ground desperately.

In just a few breaths, the corpse went limp on the ground, no longer moving.

Seeing this scene, a deep chill surged from the depths of Ji Xuan's heart.

If Qiu Beihai had truly been selfless and saved him first just now, then...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Ah, brother, my apologies, I seem to have taken the wrong antidote."

Mu Chen cupped his hands in a salute, showing no sincerity whatsoever.

The antidote for Sorrowful Crisp Breeze did indeed contain a strange gas kept in a bottle that smelled foul, but he had long since stuffed solid matter into his nostrils, which was equally effective.

The porcelain bottle in his hand had always been a lure.

The porcelain bottle that had fallen to the ground was actually a spatial spiritual artifact; for some reason, it shattered, and a large volume of black water flowed down the slope.

It happened to cover the people lying scattered all over the ground.

"Aah, no, don't come over!"

"King Xuan, save me!"

The few human geniuses at the very front were limp and powerless, with only their eyes and mouths able to move; at this moment, they showed terror and begged for help frantically.

The Corrosive Poison Water flowed over them, directly turning them into pools of corpse water that sank to the bottom.

Witnessing all this with his own eyes, Ji Xuan felt his hands and feet turn cold.

He muttered to himself, "Corrosive Poison Water, it's Corrosive Poison Water. Mu Chen, you lunatic, you are a complete and utter lunatic."

At the southernmost end of the Spirit Road world lies a strange river called the Dark River.

It cuts across the world, preventing all living beings from approaching or even crossing it.

What flows within it is the Corrosive Poison Water, which possesses an eerie hue.

It is pitch black all year round, smells exceptionally foul, devours living beings, and is highly corrosive, as if it were smelted from ten thousand kinds of ultimate poisons from beneath the heavens.

Whether human or spirit beast, as long as they fall into it, they are quickly decomposed until not even bone fragments remain, let alone remains.

There were once human geniuses who refused to believe it and attempted to pilot spiritual artifacts to cross it and catch a glimpse of the world beyond the Dark River, but in the end, both they and their artifacts vanished without a trace.

Since then, the Dark River has become a forbidden zone for all living beings, and no one dares to set foot there.

Legend has it that only vessels mixed with Rootless Stone can hold Corrosive Poison Water.

This was the reason why the high-grade spiritual porcelain bottle was corroded and shattered.

"That world beyond the Dark River... I have been there."

Mu Chen said leisurely, as if some memory had been stirred.

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