Published: November 30, -0001
The blue poison gradually faded and thinned in the void, eventually becoming invisible and colorless. It drifted slowly through the gaps of the Alchemy Pavilion and entered.
In the deep night, the Alchemy Tower was extremely quiet, but many alchemists in the refining rooms were still concocting medicine. However, no one noticed that a wisp of deadly poison gas had entered through the cracks of the Alchemy Pavilion, eventually floating into the refining room on the top floor.
Outside the refining room, Master Zhuo Qingfeng was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, contemplating his previous gains, completely unaware that an invisible and colorless poison gas was swirling beside him.
The poison offering carefully circled around Zhuo Qingfeng's body, swaying outside the refining room for a moment, as if the sentient poison had found a gap in the refining room and quietly floated inside.
Inside the refining room, the poison gas drifted in without disturbing anything.
It didn't make any subtle sounds.
As if it were invisible air, it simply did not exist in this world.
Silently, the poison gas drifted towards Qin Chen in the center of the refining room, gradually heading toward his nostrils.
"That kid is actually cultivating, how wonderful. It seems the heavens have destined today to be his day of death."
Outside the Alchemy Pavilion, the poison offering revealed a hint of excitement in his eyes upon seeing Qin Chen meditating.
When a martial artist is immersed in cultivation, their senses are at their weakest. As long as Qin Chen inhales even a trace of the Qianji poison, his life or death would no longer be under his control.
At this moment, Qin Chen was contemplating his body in the Martial Venerable realm.
"My true power is at least several times more solid than before. If I were to fight again now, against someone like Feng Yuan, a peak mid-stage Sixth Level Martial Venerable, I wouldn't even need to use any secret techniques. Just relying on my own true power would be enough to crush him."
"As for strength, now I could face the head of the Leng family without any issue."
Exhaling deeply, Qin Chen opened his eyes again.
Just as he was about to take a breath, a sudden sense of crisis flashed in his mind.
"Danger? Where is it coming from?"
His peak Sixth Level mental power instantly swept out.
"Hmm, nothing?"
Under the Sixth Level mental power, he couldn't detect the source of danger.
"Not right!"
However, at the same time his mental power spread out, Qin Chen's soul force also surged forth, and he immediately sensed something was off in the air before him.
"Oh no, it's poison gas!"
Qin Chen's gaze froze, instantly holding his breath.
"Boom!"
His right hand lifted, and a terrifying martial will erupted from Qin Chen, striking out with a fierce punch.
Boom!
A powerful gust of wind swept through, the air exploded, and a faint cyan halo burst forth in the void ahead, causing the poison gas to radiate and scatter.
"Hmph, mental storm!"
With a cold snort, a powerful mental force radiated from Qin Chen's brow, swiftly circulating and forming an invisible barrier that isolated the trace of cyan poison gas outside and rapidly dissipated it.
Outside the Alchemy Pavilion's building.
The poison offering's face flashed with astonishment.
"What happened?" Leng Feifan asked.
The poison offering's expression darkened: "This kid is scarier than I imagined, he even detected my Qianji poison. Damn it, how could his senses be so terrifying? How could he possibly discover my Qianji poison? And even if he did, how could his true power be so strong that he could isolate my poison gas invasion?"
The poison offering was utterly shocked.
His Qianji poison was extremely powerful and, being invisible and colorless, even a cautious figure like Zhuo Qingfeng might not notice it.
Even if they did, it wouldn't matter; that poison could corrode most true power and kill invisibly. In the previous situation, even a typical Sixth Level Martial Venerable would be helpless, ultimately succumbing to the poison.