The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

The shadows slowly became clearer, revealing a man in a black robe. His robes were wide and tattered, the fabric tattered by age, exuding an air of decay and decay. His hood drooped deeply, like a dark lair, completely obscuring his features, leaving only a pair of eyes emitting a faint green light. Those eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness, revealing endless malice and disdain. The mere sight of their gazes sent a chill through the heart, as if being stared at by a cold, venomous snake.

"Do you think you can easily find Lingyuan Cave and ruin our plan? You are too naive." The voice of the man in black robe was like a cold blade cutting through ice, echoing in the cave. Every word seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, bringing with it a biting cold, making this already gloomy cave even colder.

Senior Brother Chu Feng took a step forward, his posture erect as a pine tree, his spine straight as an insurmountable mountain. He met the black-robed man's gaze fearlessly, his eyes as resolute as a burning flame. That flame held the power of justice, as if determined to completely consume the evil in the darkness. "Your evil organization has committed countless evils, and we disciples of this sect will not sit idly by. Today is your end." His voice was steady and powerful. In this sinister cave, it was like the tolling of a bell of justice, echoing in every corner, giving us courage and strength.

The black-robed man let out a wild laugh, a chorus like the cry of a night owl, resonating relentlessly through the cavern, shaking the spirit crystals on the walls to the point of trembling. The shimmering light of the spirit crystals grew chaotic with the trembling laughter, as if disturbed by this sinister force. "You're the only ones? Look at the runes around here! This is a meticulously crafted formation. Once you step inside, you'll never leave alive." He spoke, gently waving his hands. The movements seemed slow, yet they held a mysterious rhythm. As if summoned, the surrounding runes shimmered with an even colder light. The lines within them seemed to come alive, twisting and flickering, emitting a chilling aura.

Senior Sister Yun Yao calmly observed the runes around her. Her gaze, like a clear stream, meticulously and perceptively moved between them. Her gaze was focused and determined, not missing a single detail, like a seasoned hunter searching for a weakness in her prey. After a moment, she said to Senior Brother Chu Feng, "Brother, I sense a spiritual connection between these runes, like a vast web. If we sever these connections, perhaps we can break the formation." Her voice was soft, but filled with confidence, a trust that came from her own spiritual perception.

I also observed the runes closely, my eyes fixed on the lines and flickering light, trying to identify the patterns. I nodded vigorously. "Senior Sister is right. We can try to start with the weak connection points. The spiritual energy fluctuations at these connection points are relatively weak, so it should be easier to break through." As I spoke, I pointed to a few places with relatively weak spiritual energy fluctuations. The rune light in those places seemed less intense than elsewhere, like a weak link in the entire formation.

Senior Brother Chu Feng nodded in agreement. He gripped the longsword tightly, the hilt seeming to come alive in his hand. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes, like a warrior about to rush into battle, unflinching. Then, with lightning speed, he lunged towards a rune connection point. His steps were light and swift, each one seeming to tread on air, making almost no sound. The longsword traced a silver arc through the air, carrying with it a powerful spiritual energy that enveloped the blade like a substance, making it appear even more dazzling. Seeing this, the black-robed man swung his hands violently, and a surge of black spiritual energy, like a surging black tide, rushed towards Senior Brother Chu Feng. The black spiritual energy seemed to be mingled with countless resentful souls, emitting a chilling whistling sound, as if countless wronged souls were weeping and wailing in the darkness. Senior Brother Chu Feng reacted with incredible speed, nimbly dodging to the side, his body as nimble as a willow branch in the wind. The black spiritual power brushed against the corner of his clothes and hit the cave wall next to him, splashing sparks. The spiritual crystals on the cave wall were also shaken loose, and some small spiritual crystals even fell off the cave wall and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Breaking the formation won't be easy," the black-robed man roared, his voice echoing through the cave, as if to shatter it. His voice was filled with rage and resentment, like the roar of an enraged beast.

Senior Sister Yun Yao seized the opportunity to unleash her magic. Her hands rapidly formed seals, her fingers dancing in the air like nimble butterflies, moving through the various hand seals with swift and precise precision. She chanted a mantra, the incantation flowing like a trickle of water, yet imbued with immense power. A rope of spiritual energy shot out from her palm, shimmering with a blue light and darting like a nimble snake towards the black-robed man. The rope twisted and twitched as it flew, seemingly possessing a will of its own, attempting to entangle his limbs and restrict his movement. The black-robed man flashed with ghostly speed, leaving behind only a black afterimage. He dodged the rope with ease, his agility breathtaking. Simultaneously, he swiftly unleashed several black spikes from his sleeves. Like sharp arrows, they gleamed coldly in the darkness, each one carrying the aura of death. The spikes flew with incredible speed, piercing the air with a sharp sound, like the roar of death, as they shot towards us.

I quickly focused, mobilizing the spiritual energy within me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my mind so I could better control it. Then, I slowly opened my eyes and focused my spiritual energy into my hands, creating a spiritual shield in front of me. The shield had barely formed when the spikes struck it, making a crisp sound like raindrops hitting glass. Each impact sent ripples through the shield, radiating from the point of impact. I could feel the powerful impact, like a massive force trying to break through the shield and enter my body. Sweat broke out on my forehead and trickled down my cheeks, but I didn't dare to relax even a little, maintaining the shield's strength. Senior Brother Chu Feng seized this opportunity and rushed towards the rune connection point again, this time his eyes more focused, like an eagle stalking its prey. The sword in his hand was even steadier, his arm not shaking at all, as if it were one with the sword. He accurately found the weak point of the rune connection, then stabbed hard and successfully cut off a connection.

As the connection was severed, the light of the formation flickered. The light was like a candle swaying in the wind, weak and unstable. The pressure around them seemed to ease a little, the oppressive feeling no longer as strong as before, making it feel like breathing was a little smoother. Seeing this, the black-robed man became even more furious and began to chant an evil spell. The spell was obscure and difficult to understand, and each syllable seemed to carry the power of darkness. It emanated from his mouth like black smoke that filled the air. As he chanted, the surrounding runes began to flicker violently, and the light on the runes grew stronger and stronger. The light was no longer cold, but became blazing, as if ignited by an evil force. Then, a group of black, ghostly creatures emerged from the runes.

These creatures were terrifying. They had no physical form, their bodies like black smoke, constantly twisting and shifting. Their forms resembled humanoid figures, yet they lacked a fixed pattern, stretching and twisting like monsters from a nightmare. They lunged at us, claws and fangs bared, at speeds as swift as black lightning. They were able to penetrate the shields and charge directly at our bodies. I felt a chill wash over me, a chill that seemed to penetrate deep into my soul, freezing it. My body trembled uncontrollably, the blood seemed to stop flowing, and a chill emanated from every pore.

"This is a Soul Corruptor! Everyone, be careful to protect your souls!" Senior Brother Chu Feng shouted, a hint of anxiety in his voice. He knew full well how powerful these Soul Corruptors were. If a soul was corrupted, the consequences would be disastrous. It wouldn't just harm the body, but also destroy the soul, potentially leaving one lost in darkness forever.

Senior Brother Chu Feng quickly focused his spiritual energy on his longsword. He gripped the hilt with both hands, pouring all his spiritual energy into it. The blade instantly radiated a dazzling light, like the blazing sun, dispelling some of the surrounding darkness. He swung the sword, each stroke imbued with powerful spiritual energy, his strikes sharp and decisive. Each swing dispelled a few soul invaders. The soul invaders, like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, screamed in agony. The screams, piercing and piercing, echoed through the cave like the wails of hell. Then, they gradually dissipated, their bodies like black smoke carried by the wind, vanishing without a trace. Senior Sister Yun Yao formed hand seals and chanted a soul-protecting mantra. Her expression was solemn and focused, her eyes tightly closed, her whole being absorbed in the incantation. As she chanted, a golden light enveloped us, like warm sunlight, temporarily repelling the soul invaders' attacks. The golden light and the black soul destroyer collided with each other, making a sizzling sound, like flames burning wet wood.

I concentrated, channeling my spiritual energy, trying to find a way to deal with these soul-corrupters. Suddenly, I remembered reading in an ancient tome that fire has a certain purifying effect on the soul. So, I took a deep breath and cast a fire spell. I thrust my hands forward and chanted an incantation. The spell gushed out rapidly, brimming with determination and hope. Flames shot out from my hands, like angry serpents, hurling themselves at the soul-corrupters. The flames ignited within the soul-corrupters, who struggled within, their bodies engulfed in flames, hissing in agony. The intense heat of the flames intensified the surrounding air, illuminating the spirit crystals on the cave walls with a crimson glow, as if ignited by the flames.

The black-robed man's expression darkened as he watched us counter his attack, like the sky before a storm, thick with dark clouds, oppressive and suffocating. He clasped his hands together, then abruptly separated them. A vast black rift appeared before us. Like a massive black maw, it emanated an endless aura of darkness, as if consuming everything. A powerful suction surged from the rift, like a raging wind, attempting to draw us in. The surrounding debris and dust were sucked into the crack, creating a whistling sound like the roar of a demon.

"This is a crack leading to the dark space. Once you enter, you can never get out." The man in black robe said proudly, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes, as if he was appreciating the despair we were about to face.

Senior Brother Chu Feng planted his feet firmly on the ground, plunging his sword deep into the earth. The ground trembled slightly the moment the sword pierced the earth. He simultaneously used his spiritual power to firmly anchor us in place, his spiritual power like a strong rope, connecting us to the ground. He continuously channeled his spiritual power to resist the powerful suction. Senior Sister Yun Yao also increased her spiritual power output. Her forehead was covered in sweat, which trickled down her cheeks and soaked her collar. But her eyes remained firm, without the slightest sign of retreat. She and Senior Brother Chu Feng resisted the suction together, their spiritual powers blending together to form a powerful defense. Although the defense wavered slightly under the impact of the suction, it still protected us firmly.

An idea struck me. I quickly pulled a spiritual bomb from my storage bag, a precaution I'd carefully prepared. I gripped the bomb tightly, feeling the coolness of its surface. I slowly poured my spiritual energy into it, and as it did so, the bomb began to glow faintly. The light was dim at first, but grew brighter as I continued to pour in. I seized the opportunity and threw it toward the black rift. The bomb exploded in the crack, unleashing a powerful surge, like a surging ocean wave, temporarily neutralizing the crack's suction. The resulting light illuminated the entire cave, a radiance as bright as daylight, completely dispelling the darkness. The sudden explosion sent the black-robed man back a few steps, his robe rustling in the blast's air currents, and his body swayed slightly, like a leaf in a gust of wind.

"You are quite capable, but this is far from enough." The man in black robe said gritting his teeth, his eyes full of hatred, that hatred was like a burning flame, almost bursting out of his eyes.

We ignored his provocation and continued searching for a way to break the formation. Senior Brother Chu Feng and Senior Sister Yun Yao worked in perfect harmony, as if they were in sync. Senior Brother Chu Feng was responsible for attracting the black-robed man's attention. He wielded his longsword relentlessly, unleashing a variety of sword techniques. His strikes were fierce, each one aimed at the black-robed man's vital points, leaving him no chance to breathe. His sword, like a nimble dragon, darted through the air, each thrust imbued with powerful spiritual energy. Not to be outdone, the black-robed man's hands transformed into black claws, each razor-sharp like a black blade. These claws collided with Senior Brother Chu Feng's sword, creating a metallic clang that echoed throughout the cave, making our ears ring. Each collision sent sparks of spiritual energy flying, like brilliant fireworks, blooming in the darkness and swiftly extinguishing. The surrounding air vibrated with a humming sound, as if stirred by this immense force.

Senior Sister Yun Yao, taking advantage of their struggle, concentrated her energy on severing more of the rune connections. Her gaze was focused and calm, her hands rapidly forming seals, and she released streams of spiritual energy toward the rune connections. Her spiritual energy, like a precise arrow, struck its target with unerring accuracy. As the number of connection points dwindled, the power of the formation gradually weakened. The runes' glow grew dimmer, like a dying lamp, its light weak and unsteady.

The black-robed man began to panic. He could feel the power of the formation fading, a sign that his advantage was slipping away. He rushed towards us, desperate to stop us from breaking the formation. His speed was as swift as black lightning, leaving only a blur in the darkness. Senior Brother Chu Feng stepped forward and engaged the black-robed man in fierce close combat.

Senior Brother Chu Feng's sword moves were even more powerful, each one imbued with powerful spiritual energy, flowing smoothly like flowing water. His gaze was resolute and cold, and each sword strike was aimed at the black-robed man's vital points, leaving him no chance to breathe. His sword passed by the black-robed man, bringing with it a gust of cold wind, as sharp as a blade. The black-robed man's black claws were also very powerful. He continuously resisted Senior Brother Chu Feng's attacks while also looking for opportunities to counterattack. His claws scraped across Senior Brother Chu Feng's sword, making a harsh sound, like metal rubbing against stone, which was extremely unpleasant to the ear.

Senior Sister Yunyao took advantage of their struggle to concentrate on severing the last connection point of the rune. With the last connection severed, the formation was completely broken, and the surrounding evil aura dissipated significantly. The runes instantly lost their radiance, becoming lifeless like ordinary stone carvings.

The black-robed man felt the formation broken, and fear filled his heart. He wanted to escape, turning and running deeper into the cave. His steps were hurried and hurried, like a frightened hare. But Senior Brother Chu Feng would not give him a chance. He kicked off and chased the black-robed man like an arrow. His speed was so fast that he closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Before the black-robed man could react, Senior Brother Chu Feng stabbed him in the shoulder with his sword. The black-robed man screamed, and blood flowed from his shoulder, dripping to the ground with a dripping sound.

"Today is the day you die." Senior Brother Chu Feng said coldly. His voice was like an icy verdict, without a trace of mercy.

We surrounded him and completely subdued him. Senior Brother Chu Feng used spiritual ropes to bind him, wrapping them tightly around him, preventing him from moving. Then, we began to carefully search Lingyuan Cave for any further clues to the evil organization, leaving no corner untouched and every crevice carefully examined, hoping to completely thwart their plot.