Struck by a Poison Palm, Life Hanging by a Thread, the Wondrous Use of Silken Threads, Driving Wolves to Devour Tigers

Zhao Lei's poison residence was filthy and reeked of blood. The courtyard was a chaotic mess. Poisonous insects and beasts crawled all over the walls, while "earthen vessels" were piled in the corners, filled with venomous snakes, scorpions, and toxic maggots slaughtering and devouring one another.

Martial artists cultivated the martial path not in pursuit of brute force alone. Comprehending heaven and earth, comprehending nature, comprehending the myriad Dao... that was what they sought. Many martial artists possessed cruel temperaments, yet that did not hinder their comprehension of heaven and earth. Their residences might be bloody or horrifying... not necessarily tranquil, elegant, and fresh, but one could still glimpse their understanding and insight into the martial path.

A dwelling as disorderly as this showed that Zhao Lei had no foundation whatsoever. Though Hao Qingshe was her master and had taught her poison arts, she had never seriously guided her.

Several human vessels died one after another. Li Xian checked their pulses, and seeing their horrifying condition, could not help but feel pity. Though the man among them came from the Flower Cage Sect and was an evil scoundrel, after suffering such inhuman torment, he had truly repaid his evil debts. The four women, meanwhile, were utterly innocent, captured and brought here only to endure torment for nothing.

Li Xian suddenly paused.

One woman still retained a faint breath of life that stubbornly refused to disperse. Li Xian thought, She still has the will to live. He felt considerable admiration. Then he heard a faint "donglong." The woman's chest resounded like a drum, seemingly calling out to the outside world for help.

This woman surnamed Huang had been the first to be abducted. Though deaf and blind, she had attained a degree of Essence Consumption cultivation. Just now, she had vaguely