The Humble Yu Xiaogang!

"Teacher."

Tang San's voice was deep and clear.

"Do you really think that a little poison can protect you from the killing intent of a Spirit Saint?"

He pointed out the key point, his tone bordering on cold realism.

"Spirit Saint level experts possess keen senses and powerful vitality. Ordinary poisons have little effect on them. Even if they are temporarily effective, once Frisk, they will only invite a more frenzied Revenge. At that time..."

He paused, not continuing, but the meaning was clear—they would only die faster.

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a deeper urgency.

"I don't want to hurt him! I just... I just want to buy some time! Some time to escape! Little San, I know you... you've studied drugs..."

He dared not speak too bluntly, and could only look at Tang San's Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges with an almost pleading gaze.

Tang San sneered inwardly.

'Buy time? More like buy time to make your move.'

Yu Xiaogang's undisguised killing intent was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark, under his powerful mental perception.

His demand for poison was not merely for "self-preservation."

However, Tang San still made his decision.

He sensed immense trouble from Yu Xiaogang's unusual energy fluctuations and barely concealed murderous intent.

Rather than letting this trouble explode outside of your control, it's better to give him a "weapon" that you can control.

He believed in his poison.

After a moment of silence, Tang San's face showed a hint of struggle and helplessness, as if he had finally been moved by Yu Xiaogang's "pleading" and "master-disciple relationship".

He slowly raised his hand and touched the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges waist.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly lit up with wild joy, like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat. His body leaned forward slightly with excitement, almost as if he were about to pounce.

Tang San's movements were unhurried. He flicked his fingers along his belt, and a small porcelain bottle, about an inch tall, jet black, and cool to the touch, appeared in his palm.

The bottle is completely devoid of any patterns, its simplicity bordering on the eerie, exuding an ominous tranquility.

"Well..."

Tang San sighed again, this time with a hint of regret, as if he were lamenting a soul that had utterly fallen.

He looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand as if it were an ominous object about to be stained with blood.

"This substance is called: 'Nine-Infant Powder'."

He deliberately spoke clearly and slowly, as if giving Yu Xiaogang, and also giving himself, a final confirmation.

"This stuff is colorless and odorless, and it can dissolve in water or mix into food, making it extremely difficult to Frisk."

Tang San's gaze became extremely sharp, like two Icicle Spear piercing Yu Xiaogang.

"After taking it, the effects won't be immediate. One minute later, the flow of Soul Power will suddenly stop, the limbs will become numb and weak, and depending on the poisoned person's cultivation level, they will fall into a coma. Spirit Saint level... I haven't specifically tested it, but according to my estimation, under full power, the coma should last about three minutes."

He deliberately emphasized the word "limit," implying that the effect was not absolutely reliable.

He handed the black porcelain bottle to Yu Xiaogang, his gesture carrying a solemn warning.

"Teacher, this substance is extremely poisonous and difficult to refine. Please... use it with extreme caution. Never use it unless absolutely necessary, in a life-or-death situation!"

His tone was resolute, and his eyes were sterner than ever before.

"You must understand that poisoning a Spirit Saint, whether successful or not, signifies a complete break and an irreconcilable conflict. If it fails, the consequences will be far beyond what you can bear! Even for your own safety, please think twice!"

These words served both as a warning to Yu Xiaogang against rash actions and as a way to absolve himself of any future complications—"I've already warned you; you're the one courting death."

Yu Xiaogang was no longer listening to these warnings! His mind was already firmly gripped by the small black bottle that symbolized "the hope of revenge"!

Tang San's subsequent words went unheard; his eyes were fixed only on that cold little bottle.

Three minutes!

That's enough!

For a Spirit Saint who is caught off guard and unconscious, three minutes is enough for his God of Wrath to erupt countless times and tear him to shreds!

He snatched the porcelain bottle from Tang San's hand almost as if he were grabbing it, his withered fingers spasming from the force as he gripped the bottle tightly, as if he were holding his own destiny in his hands.

The icy touch traveled up his arm and into his heart, igniting the most intense ecstasy deep within his soul!

"My mistress! Good boy! My good disciple!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was shrill and off-key due to excitement. His face was covered in blood and tears, and his ecstatic and distorted expression made him look exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

"Teacher knew it! Teacher knew you wouldn't abandon me! This kindness will be etched in my heart forever!"

As if afraid that Tang San would change his mind, or that outsiders would overhear, he suddenly stood up and carefully stuffed the black porcelain bottle into the innermost pocket of his tattered clothes, as if it were a priceless treasure, and even subconsciously pressed it down.

"Don't worry! The teacher only uses it for self-defense! He would never dare to use it lightly!"

Yu Xiaogang made a solemn promise, but his shifty eyes and hurried tone betrayed his impatience.

"I swear to you, teacher! If I, Yu Xiaogang, ever rise to prominence in the future, I will make you second only to the emperor, above all others! The entire continent will remember your kindness, Tang San, today!"

This arrogant, almost insane promise struck Tang San like a ridiculous joke.

Under One Person?

Above ten thousand people?

Tang San felt an utterly absurd sensation rush to the top of his head.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was groveling before him, but spoke to him with the tone of an emperor bestowing a favor upon a meritorious subject...

He even suspected that Yu Xiaogang might have been driven mad by fear and despair.

His mutated Luo Sanpao Martial Soul?

Or is it his already bankrupt theory?

On what grounds?

Based on that bottle of Nine-Infant Powder just now?

A strong feeling of nausea welled up in Tang San's throat. He forced himself not to show a mocking expression, but the coldness and aloofness in his eyes had reached its peak.

The last trace of complex emotions arising from the "master-disciple relationship" vanished completely with this arrogant and ignorant statement.

'It seems he really has gone mad.'

The last ripple in Tang San's heart vanished into stillness, leaving only pure vigilance and a complete sense of separation.

"Teacher, you're exaggerating."

Tang San's voice returned to absolute calm, even carrying a hint of barely Frisk chill.

"Your disciple only wishes for your safety. If there's nothing else, you should go back as soon as possible and tend to your wounds. The outside world... is still far from peaceful."

He gave him the order to leave, his tone calm but unquestionable. He didn't want to spend another second with this man who exuded danger and decay.

"Okay! Okay! I'm leaving right now! I'm leaving right now!"