The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

The ringing of the emergency bell, like the death knell, echoed throughout the sect, shattering the previously tranquil silence. A sense of anxiety gripped our hearts as we sprinted towards the scene. Along the way, the disciples were hurried, like ants on a hot pan. The atmosphere was tense, like a taut bowstring, as if a catastrophe were about to strike.

Upon arrival, the scene before them was terrifying. A horde of demonic creatures was wreaking havoc in the sect's vital location—the Spirit Plant Garden. These demons, in all shapes and forms, resembled demons crawling from the depths of hell. Some were enormous, their skin rough as rock. Every step they took shook the ground, their heavy footsteps resonating like thunder. Others, like shadows, darted through the Spirit Plant Garden at ghostly speeds, withering plants wherever they passed, transforming the once vibrant garden into a devastating mess.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Chu Feng's eyes flashed with determination, and he charged into the enemy lines first. His sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its light like the icy scythe of death. Every swing unleashed a chilling aura, whistling towards the demon, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, piercing the demon's vital points. Senior Sister Yun Yao, not to be outdone, formed seals with her hands and chanted a mantra like an ancient ballad, imbued with mysterious power. Brilliant magical rays flew from her hands, shooting towards the demon with meteor-like precision. Each ray of light roared as it struck, a roar like a roar of anger. Luo Chen glanced at me, his eyes tinged with worry and determination. He said, "Be careful here," and then joined the battle.

Although I felt the urge to join the battle, a surge of blood boiling in my chest, my mind told me I was limited. If I rashly joined with my current abilities, I would only become a burden, and might even distract them from protecting me. I watched anxiously from the sidelines, my eyes fixed on the battlefield, my heart racing with every attack and evasion. Xiaozhu also rushed to my side, breathless from running, clutching the corner of my clothes tightly, her eyes filled with worry, a look that seemed to speak of a fear of unknown danger.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, the sect's leader and several elders arrived. Dressed in white, the leader exuded an elegant demeanor and a powerful presence, like a ray of hope. He wielded his magical instrument, which shimmered with a mysterious light. A surge of spiritual energy erupted like a surging wave. Wherever it reached, the air seemed to whistle and crush, instantly repelling a swarm of demons. The elders, each with their own unique skills, displayed their unique magic. Some formed hand seals, summoning walls of blazing flames that trapped the demons. Others wielded their staffs, radiating light like vines, entangling the demons and immobilizing them. For a moment, the spiritual garden was ablaze with light. A variety of magic spells intertwined, illuminating the entire garden with brilliant light, and the roar of the clashing spells was deafening.

After the strenuous resistance of the sect leader and the elders, the demons gradually lost their strength and began to retreat. However, the battle also inflicted heavy damage on the spiritual plant garden, destroying many precious plants, some uprooted, others scorched. The area once teeming with vitality and spiritual energy became a desolate wasteland. The faces of the sect's disciples were filled with fatigue and heartache. They gazed upon the ravaged spiritual plant garden, their eyes filled with sorrow, as if they had lost their most precious treasure.

After the battle, everyone began cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded. Luo Chen walked over to me. His clothes were a little torn, and his face still bore traces of the battle, a mixture of sweat and dust. But his eyes remained firm. "Miaomiao, no matter how many difficulties we encounter, I will find a way to prove our relationship." His voice was low and powerful, and every word sounded like a vow from the bottom of his heart.

I looked at him, a mixture of emotions. After this battle, I had a deeper understanding of his persistence, but the doubts within me remained. I nodded gently, saying nothing, then turned and walked towards the fellow disciples treating the wounded. I joined the team, helping to carry the injured and bandage their wounds, hoping to do my part.

After the busy period, life gradually returned to normal, but the story between Luo Chen and me still lingered like a lingering mystery. One day, I wandered alone to a remote corner of the sect, where an abandoned hut stood. It looked dilapidated, its walls covered in vines, many of the roof tiles had fallen, and the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, as if forgotten by time. I had played here as a child, and it held a hazy memory from my childhood. I felt as if it held some forgotten memory, like a treasure trove of dust, waiting to be unearthed.

As I approached the cabin, I suddenly heard a slight movement coming from inside. The movement was very faint, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, but it was particularly clear in this silent environment. I was startled, alert, and my steps became cautious. I slowly approached the door, my heartbeat involuntarily quickening, as if a deer was running around in my chest. I looked through the crack in the door and found Luo Chen inside. He was staring at a painting on the wall. The painting was already tattered and the colors on the picture had become dim. It was the backs of two children, looking very warm, as if telling a beautiful memory.

I pushed the door open and walked in. It creaked, a sound that was particularly harsh in this quiet little room. Luo Chen turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw it was me, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Miaomiao, why are you here?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise and joy.

I looked at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

Luo Chen sighed softly and said, "I've been searching for traces of our past and somehow ended up here. Every time I stand here, I feel closer to you. This little house is filled with the atmosphere of our childhood. Although those memories are vague, they linger in my heart."

I walked over to the painting and examined it carefully. Although the image was blurry, I could sense an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The silhouettes of the two children seemed to hold a certain magical power, drawing my attention. "Do you think this painting has anything to do with us?" I asked softly.

Luo Chen walked over to me and said, "I think so. I remember we played here when we were little. This painting might have been drawn by an elder from the sect back then. I can still vividly remember the scene: we were laughing and playing here, and that elder was sitting nearby, watching us with a smile, then he picked up his paintbrush and recorded this beautiful moment."

As we were talking, I suddenly noticed a small mark in the corner of the painting. It resembled a family crest. It was so small that it was easy to miss if you didn't look closely. Something struck me, and I said, "This mark looks very special. Do you know what it means?"

Luo Chen took a closer look, his face suddenly turning pale. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes: shock, confusion, and a hint of unspeakable sadness. He was silent for a moment, then said, "This is my family's emblem. I thought it was lost, but I didn't expect to see it here. This emblem holds special meaning for my family. It represents our family's honor and heritage, and every family member holds it in great respect."

This discovery rekindled our hope. Perhaps this held a crucial clue to the mystery of our relationship. We decided to delve deeper into our past, starting with this emblem. It felt like a glimmer of light in the darkness, giving our elusive path new direction.

However, just as we were about to leave the cabin, we suddenly felt a mysterious force envelop us. The air around us grew heavy, as if an invisible hand were squeezing us. The light gradually dimmed, and darkness surged in like a tide, swallowing everything around us. We glanced at each other, each seeing wariness and unease in his eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked nervously, my voice trembling slightly, and my body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Luo Chen clenched his fists, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and said, "I don't know, but we have to be careful." His eyes became sharp, like a cheetah staring at its prey, vigilantly observing the movements around him.

As the darkness deepened, a blurry figure gradually emerged. This figure exuded a powerful aura, like a cold winter wind, sending shivers down our spines. We didn't know if this mysterious presence was friend or foe, so we could only brace ourselves for the unknown challenge that lay ahead. We crouched slightly in a defensive stance, our eyes fixed on the gradually clearing figure, our hearts pounding wildly in our chests, as if they would burst out of our throats at any moment.