The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Brother Ling Xiao resolutely set out alone, heading east toward the valley. The path was bumpy and uneven, overgrown with weeds, so dense they nearly reached his knees. The surrounding trees grew increasingly gloomy, their branches intertwined, blocking out the sun, leaving only a few faint rays of sunlight struggling to penetrate the layers of leaves.

"This place really does exude an evil aura." Brother Ling Xiao frowned, his eyes filled with vigilance. He gripped his weapon tightly, and it trembled slightly in his hand, as if sensing the dangerous aura around him.

After entering the valley, fog spread like thick white cotton wool, reducing visibility to a minimum. He could only rely on his keen intuition to carefully grope his way forward. With each step, he would gently test the ground ahead to see if it was safe. Suddenly, there was a soft, audible sound of a mechanism activating beneath his feet. It sounded like the grinding of teeth of some sinister creature, a sound that chilled him to the bone.

"Not good!" Brother Ling Xiao reacted incredibly quickly, leaping away like a nimble cheetah. Right where he had been standing, several sharp arrows shot out through the mist. The arrows flashed with a cold light, their tips incredibly sharp; anyone struck would surely be severely injured.

"It seems that there are dangers everywhere here." He did not dare to be careless at all. His breathing became slow and cautious. Every movement he made was more careful. His eyes were like an eagle's, searching for possible dangers in the fog.

At this time, in the sect, the elders studied the bottle they had taken from the man in black for a long time. They sat around an antique table, on which the mysterious bottle was placed.

"The runes on this bottle are extremely ancient, and I've never seen them before. They look like some ancient formation, yet they also seem to harbor some sinister power," an elder said, frowning as he examined the bottle carefully. His eyes were filled with confusion, and his fingers gently traced the runes on the bottle, as if deciphering a mysterious code from ancient times.

"Perhaps we should search the sect's ancient texts to see if we can find any clues. They contain a wealth of ancient knowledge and mysterious spells, and perhaps they can shed some light on this bottle," another elder suggested. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, as if the sect's texts held the key to solving the mystery.

Senior Brother Chu Feng and I were sent to assist Senior Sister Yun Yao in perfecting the protective formation. We arrived at the formation square of the sect, which is the core area of ​​the sect's protective formation.

"Brother, the placement of this spiritual energy sensor is crucial. It's like the eye of the formation. If it's even slightly off, the entire formation's sensing capabilities will be greatly reduced. We must measure it accurately," Senior Sister Yun Yao said seriously. She held a special measuring tool in her hand, her eyes fixed on the formation's layout, carefully planning the placement of each spiritual energy sensor.

"Okay, Junior Sister, we'll be careful," Senior Brother Chu Feng responded. His eyes were focused as he and I began to work, following Senior Sister Yun Yao's instructions. We carefully placed the spiritual crystals, each emitting a soft glow. These lights intertwined to form a complex and mysterious pattern.

Brother Ling Xiao continued to move forward in the valley, his figure looming in the mist. As he advanced, he discovered a cave. Hidden behind a massive rock, the cave was covered in strange markings. They resembled some kind of mysterious runes, yet they carried a sinister aura that sent shivers down his spine.

"Perhaps there's important information about the 'Shadow Pavilion' in here," he thought, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and slowly walked into the cave. The cave was dark and damp, and a foul smell filled his nose. It was like the smell of a rotting corpse mixed with the stench of mold, making him feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes. The shadow was so fast, like a ghost in the night, it disappeared in an instant.

"Who?" Brother Ling Xiao shouted vigilantly. His voice echoed in the cave, but there was no response. Only the hollow echo continued to reverberate in the cave, as if it was a mockery from the depths of darkness.

He gripped his weapon tightly, and it gleamed a faint, cold light in the darkness. His eyes fixed on the direction the shadow had disappeared, and he pursued it without hesitation. His steps were light and swift, chasing the mysterious shadow through the dark cave.

Inside the sect, we busied ourselves with the protective formation. Senior Sister Yunyao was drawing intricate runes on the ground. She held a specially crafted rune pen, its tip gleaming with spiritual energy. She concentrated intently on the runes, each stroke precise and accurate. The runes flowed from her pen, as if alive, slowly merging into the ground.

Senior Brother Chu Feng and I followed her instructions to place the spiritual crystals. We placed the spiritual crystals in a specific order and at a specific angle, so that each spiritual crystal resonated with the surrounding crystals, forming a complete spiritual energy circulation system.

"Once this formation is complete, it should be able to withstand a fairly powerful attack," Senior Sister Yun Yao said confidently. Her eyes gleamed with confidence, as if she had already witnessed this formation successfully resisting an external enemy.

Brother Ling Xiao encountered a trap in the cave. He was treading cautiously when, without warning, the ground began to collapse. As if engulfed by some sinister force, the ground beneath him sank rapidly downward. His reaction was incredibly quick, reaching out and grabbing a nearby rock to prevent himself from falling. His fingers gripped the cracks in the rock, his body suspended in mid-air, his feet a bottomless, dark abyss.

"This 'Shadow Pavilion' stronghold is truly fraught with danger." Brother Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Veins bulged in his arms as he struggled to climb. Every inch of his ascent required immense effort.

After considerable effort, he finally climbed out of the trap. Breathing heavily, he rested briefly before continuing deeper into the cave. A glimmer of light seemed to glimmer at the far end, a light that seemed particularly alluring in the darkness. Hope reignited in his eyes, and he ran toward the light, unsure of what awaited him: a key clue to the Shadow Pavilion's conspiracy, or an even more dangerous trap?