"Xiao Yao..." Xiao Yi Xian murmured softly, her voice light yet carrying a trace of barely perceptible reliance. "Tell me, is there really anyone in this world who wouldn't fear my poison?"
The puppet said nothing, merely standing silently like a mute guardian at her side.
At that moment, Xiao Yi Xian slowly withdrew her hand and closed her eyes, trying to circulate the Secret of the Practitioner Character Xiao Yao had once taught her. A gentle healing force erupted from the vortex in her dantian, pale green vitality spreading throughout her body as all the injuries she had once suffered recovered completely.
Yet the surging vitality could do nothing against the poison coursing through the meridians within her body.
"Even the Secret of the Practitioner Character... is useless against this now?" Xiao Yi Xian opened her eyes, a flicker of gloom passing through them.
The Secret of the Practitioner Character was a sacred healing art. No matter how grave the injuries, even damage to one's meridians caused by using Dou Techniques, it could repair them in an instant. Yet before the poison corroding her body, it was ultimately powerless.
"Ah... it seems I can only spend time slowly refining the remaining Thousand Poisons Origin within me." Xiao Yi Xian sighed softly.
The cave returned to its usual silence. After an unknown length of time, the gloom in Xiao Yi Xian's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a resolute gleam.
"Poison Sect, you will pay for what happened today!"
Before her words had faded, Xiao Yi Xian sat cross-legged again, forming seals with her fingers as her consciousness sank deep into her dantian.
A mass of pitch-black Thousand Poisons Origin lurked in the depths of her dantian. At that moment, it resembled a violent gray-black tornado, madly battering against the walls