Huff, huff, huff—
The instant that blood-arts demonic cultivator died, his flesh was utterly claimed by Qi Han's poison arts.
In only a few breaths, everything from his inner and outer robes to his blood, bones, sinews, and flesh was corroded and liquefied by that savage poison art.
With a wave of his hand, Qi Han summoned the several spirit treasures and storage bags from the man's body into his grasp. Then he opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the puddle of purplish-red poison water the man had become.
To become Old Ancestor Poison Absolute's favored disciple and make a name for himself across the Vast Sea Demonic Land during his earlier years of cultivation, Qi Han's natural talent was naturally among the very best.
His greatest reliance in cultivating poison arts was this Innate Hundred-Poison Physique he had been born with.
On the day of his birth, his birth parents, along with the villagers of an entire village, all died overnight.
Even the first group of Qi-gathering demonic cultivators to discover him had perished because of the peculiar purple mist emanating from within his body.
News of the matter quickly spread through a small circle. A day later, a Core Formation Realm cultivator in the area had set his sights on him.
This Core Formation demonic cultivator saw the terror of his poison body. Rather than act rashly, he intended to wait until Qi Han starved to death before capturing him and using him as a medicinal catalyst for pill refinement.
Yet what the demonic cultivator never imagined was that the mysterious purple mist born alongside Qi Han could corrode and dissolve all things on its own, extract their essence, and draw it into Qi Han's belly.
The demonic cultivator could not understand such a bizarre phenomenon, but clearly,