A look of shock appeared on both their faces.

The effeminate young man, Liu Yuan, was the first to calm down and immediately took out a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch and consumed it.

The short-haired young man, Leng Feiyun, was in a much worse state.

He was already afflicted by Liu Yuan’s ‘Toad Poison,’ and now he had been poisoned by an unknown substance, causing him to sway as if he would collapse at any moment.

However, he gritted his teeth and endured, barely managing to remain standing with difficulty.

Leng Feiyun’s expression darkened, and he said coldly, “Junior Brother, I just helped you. Instead of being grateful, you used poison to ambush me. Isn’t that unreasonable?”

Yang Che couldn't help but sneer.

This person had made solemn promises when he sought his help earlier, but after he truly broke the Wind Binding Art on him, this person actually went back on his word.

It was a pity that Yang Che had previously thought Leng Feiyun was a ‘righteous person’ based on the conversation between Leng Feiyun and Liu Yuan.

However, on second thought, Leng Feiyun did indeed lend a hand when Liu Yuan attacked him just now.

Regardless of Leng Feiyun’s intentions, his intervention did indirectly buy Yang Che time to administer the poison.

Yang Che moved his palm, and a jade-green Medicinal Pill appeared in his hand: “Senior Brother Leng, I’ll give you one more chance. I have an ‘Antidote Pill’ here that can cure all your poisons. As long as you follow what you said earlier, if I save you, you will give me the Black Wind Eagle’s Natal Black Feather and two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. It’s not too late now; as long as you fulfill the conditions, I’ll give you this Antidote Pill for free.”

The ‘sarcasm’ in Yang Che’s words was very obvious, and Leng Feiyun’s face turned red and then pale after hearing it, appearing somewhat comical.

Before Leng Feiyun could speak, Liu Yuan, who was beside him, coldly snorted, “Hmph, a mere minor poison can’t do anything to us. Junior Brother Leng, ignore him. We two will immediately team up to kill this person, and I will ask my Master to bestow an antidote.”

As he spoke, Liu Yuan immediately took out a Talisman, but just then, he suddenly felt his vision blur, and then he found himself surrounded by hundreds of rotating Flying Needles.

Upon closer inspection, he found there were exactly one hundred and eight of them.

These Flying Needles even subtly formed a peculiar Formation, containing a chilling murderous intent that made one tremble with fear. It seemed that if he dared to make the slightest move, these Flying Needles would pierce his glabella without hesitation.

Yang Che dared not be careless with Liu Yuan, directly using one hundred and eight Flying Fire Needles to form the ‘Tai Xuan Hidden Light Formation’ to trap him tightly.

Liu Yuan reluctantly withdrew his Talisman, while racking his brain for a countermeasure.

At this moment, Leng Feiyun was undergoing an intense struggle in his heart.

Two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones already made him extremely reluctant and pained.

And the Black Wind Eagle’s Natal Black Feather, that was an extremely precious item that could be exchanged for a Formation Plate, asking him to hand it over was tantamount to tearing a piece of flesh from his heart.

Furthermore, what if the Antidote Pill in this kid’s hand was fake or its detoxification effect was not good…

Thinking of this, Leng Feiyun gritted his teeth and said, “Junior Brother, as long as you give me the Antidote Pill first, and if it truly detoxifies me after I take it, then I will immediately present the two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and the Black Wind Eagle’s Natal Black Feather with both hands.”

Yang Che’s eyes grew colder and colder. He put away the Antidote Pill and stopped speaking. With a flick of his finger, another thirty-six Flying Fire Needles formed a small Tai Xuan Hidden Light Formation, surrounding Leng Feiyun.

While controlling one hundred and forty-four Flying Fire Needles was not Yang Che’s limit, the consumption of magical power was simply too astonishing.

So Yang Che stopped wasting words. After trapping Leng Feiyun, he directly turned to Liu Yuan and clenched his palm tightly.

“You dare to kill me? Do you know who my Master is?”

Liu Yuan felt the threat of death and immediately cried out in terror.

He really couldn’t understand how this ordinary young man, who was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, could create such a terrifying Flying Needle Formation?

And the poison he had been afflicted with was colorless and odorless. To this day, he still didn’t know what kind of ‘poison’ it was. He knew that his Master was also a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator who was extremely skilled in using poison, and he himself had strong confidence in the Dao of poison, but now he was completely bewildered…

“Master, save me…”

Liu Yuan let out a final, unwilling, hoarse roar, and was instantly pierced through his glabella, heart, and neck simultaneously by three sharp cones formed by the Flying Fire Needles, dying beyond resurrection.

Yang Che’s face also turned pale.

If he hadn’t secretly released the poisonous smoke and delayed for a while longer to deepen Liu Yuan’s poisoning, it would have been truly difficult to kill him.

And even after killing this person, his magical power was almost exhausted.

Yang Che immediately took out a Low-Grade Spirit Stone to quickly replenish his magical power, then coldly looked at the already stunned Leng Feiyun.

“Junior Brother, these are two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and the Black Wind Eagle’s Natal Black Feather. I hope Junior Brother can spare Senior Brother’s life…”

Leng Feiyun trembled as he threw a bag towards Yang Che, while feeling extreme regret in his heart.

If he hadn’t gone back on his word from the beginning, and had instead befriended this Junior Brother, teamed up to kill Liu Yuan, and taken that Antidote Pill, he wouldn’t be in a situation where his life was completely in this Junior Brother’s hands.

“It’s too late.”

Yang Che, who had replenished some magical power with the Spirit Stones, added another thirty-six Flying Fire Needles, and the Tai Xuan Hidden Light Formation, now composed of seventy-two Flying Fire Needles, directly crushed Leng Feiyun.

Although Leng Feiyun’s cultivation was the highest, reaching the twelfth level of Qi Refining, he was also the most deeply poisoned, making him much easier to eliminate than Liu Yuan.

Yang Che’s magical power was almost completely depleted, and he felt dizzy.

However, after replenishing some magical power with Spirit Stones, he immediately threw a fireball, incinerating the bodies of the two in front of him into ashes. He quickly collected their Storage Pouches and all items that had fallen to the ground, then hurriedly left Black Mist Mountain.

He did not fly back towards Dragon Breath Mountain’s Tongyou Cave, but instead flew directly deeper into the ten-thousand-mile mountain range.

Not long after, a sickly-looking female Cultivator hurriedly flew on her Magical Artifact and landed at the spot where Yang Che had killed Liu Yuan and Leng Feiyun.

This female Cultivator wore a dark red long robe with an eye-catching jade belt tied around her waist. Her face was faintly pale, seemingly lacking in color.

She closed her eyes and carefully sensed for a moment, then a trace of pain appeared on her face.

“Yuan’er, oh Yuan’er, I told you long ago that Frost Moon Fairy is someone even I cannot see through, yet you stubbornly clung to your wishful thinking, insisting on coming to catch some Black Wind Eagle to curry favor with Frost Moon Fairy, sigh.”

After a low sigh, the woman’s face suddenly transformed into a terrifyingly cold murderous intent, and her originally pale complexion inexplicably flushed with blood: “No matter who killed you, I will never let them go. I will capture them alive, flay their skin and pull out their tendons, and refine them into lamp oil to light sky lanterns.”

“Yuan’er, rest in peace in Reincarnation. Your self-defense Magical Artifact and some of the Talismans within it have tracking marks set by me. As long as he dares to take out these items, he will never escape my pursuit.”

After speaking, the woman lingered in this place for a while longer, then finally ascended on her Magical Artifact and disappeared into the vast mountains.

Yang Che was currently sitting quietly in a hidden cave.

He had originally wanted to open Liu Yuan’s and Leng Feiyun’s Storage Pouches, but he ultimately dismissed the idea, hiding both Storage Pouches close to his body. Then, he opened the small bag that Leng Feiyun had thrown to him earlier.

A dazzling light flashed, and two sparkling Spirit Stones, rich in Spiritual Qi, appeared before Yang Che’s eyes.

“These are Mid-Grade Spirit Stones? They are indeed extraordinary.”

Yang Che held the two Spirit Stones in his hands, overjoyed.

He already knew that one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone could be exchanged for one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

However, the wondrous uses of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones were far too many. For example, when setting up Formations or replenishing magical power, they were much more effective than Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, no Cultivator would be foolish enough to exchange Mid-Grade Spirit Stones for Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Putting away the two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, Yang Che’s gaze fell upon a slender feather that emitted a strange black luster and faintly showed traces of blood.