"My body really does have a problem!"
Chen Changming's heart sank, and a trace of chill flashed through his eyes.
He was certain that the weakness he had just felt was no coincidence. Elder Ziling must have tampered with his cave abode—perhaps by releasing some colorless, odorless poison, or perhaps by using some sinister secret art.
Chen Changming was more inclined toward the former.
If she had used a secret art, there should have been fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from Elder Ziling.
"What poison is this?"
His gaze swept across the cave abode. Chen Changming gave a cold smile and began breathing continuously.
He wanted to test whether, after his body recovered and he inhaled the "poisonous air" again, that faint feeling of weakness would return.
Sure enough.
In less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, that familiar weakness struck again, as though a sliver of his vigor had been drained away.
"Looks like this is a chronic poison, one that mainly erodes vitality."
Chen Changming muttered.
In truth, neither chronic nor acute poison had any effect on him. His Spring Return Immortal Art could neutralize all strange poisons beneath heaven. This little toxin was no more than a piece of cake to him.
Chen Changming took out a small bottle and, with a wave of his hand, collected all the air within the cave abode into it.
Then he halted the formation and allowed fresh air from outside to flow in.
Afterward, he activated the formation again, sealing off the inside of the cave abode from the outside.
Chen Changming used the Spring Return Immortal Art to purge the unknown toxin from his body, restoring it to normal.
After breathing for a while and finding nothing abnormal with his body, he finally