The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Brother Ling Xiao darted swiftly towards the glimmer of light. His figure passed through the dim cave like a shadow, a faint rustle of wind. As he drew closer, the light became more distinct. It was a bead, quietly suspended in mid-air, emitting a deep, dark blue glow. The light seemed to emanate from a mysterious, phantom fire deep within the underworld, a mesmerizing blue that carried a powerful, black hole-like allure, seemingly ruthlessly sucking everything in. The invisible suction seemed to have formed a vast vortex in the surrounding air.

"This bead looks unusual," Brother Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his brow furrowed slightly. His eyes were fixed on the bead, a complex mixture of curiosity and vigilance. He slowly raised his arm, his muscles tense, each movement cautious. Just as his fingers were about to touch the bead, an overwhelming, overwhelming suction surged from the bead like a surging tide. The suction was like the bloody maw of an invisible, bottomless beast, radiating an endless desire to devour him, sucking him in whole.

"Not good!" Brother Ling Xiao was horrified, alarm bells blaring in his mind. He exerted all his strength, desperately trying to break free from the demonic suction, but his body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force, completely out of his control. He was involuntarily drawn towards the bead by the powerful force. Just as his finger was barely within a hair's breadth of the bead, a dark shadow, like a black meteor, shot out from the side with lightning speed, carrying a powerful impact that knocked him away.

Brother Ling Xiao was knocked back like a fallen leaf, sending him flying a considerable distance. He forcibly steadied himself in mid-air, quickly adjusting his stance after landing. He peered intently, only to see a stern-faced woman before him. She was graceful and agile, her black outfit clinging to her form, perfectly framing her slender, powerful figure. Her long, lustrous black hair was casually tied back with a black ribbon, a few strands falling to either side of her face, adding a touch of icy intensity. Her eyes, like a deep, frozen lake in the dead of winter, were cold and motionless, their depth piercing the soul, a formidable presence.

"Who are you?" Brother Ling Xiao asked warily, tightening his grip on his weapon. His weapon gleamed coldly in the dim light of the cave. He crouched slightly, his legs firmly planted on the ground, his muscles tensed, ready to respond to any unexpected situation and engage in combat. After all, in a place rife with unknown dangers, the sudden appearance of a stranger often represented a potentially lethal threat.

"My name is Leng Shuang. Like you, I've come to explore the secrets of Shadow Pavilion. This bead is a trap. Once touched, you'll be sucked into an unknown dimension." Leng Shuang's voice was as clear and emotionless as a cold knife cutting through ice. Her gaze was cold and determined. She glanced at Brother Ling Xiao briefly before returning her gaze to the bead emitting a faint blue light, a subtle dread in her eyes.

Within the sect, our protective formation is nearing completion. Senior Sister Yun Yao, like a sacred priestess, stood quietly at the formation's core. Her expression was focused and solemn, as if she were attending a solemn ritual. Then, she slowly raised her hands, palms upward, and spiritual energy flowed from them like a trickle. The spiritual energy shimmered with a soft and luminous light, flowing slowly along her arms like a spirit, then accurately and precisely injected into each key node of the formation. Each point of spiritual energy infusion was like the formation's lifeblood. As the spiritual energy flowed in, the formation began to emit a faint aura, which gradually brightened, like a dormant beast awakening.

"Everyone, be careful. We can't make any mistakes at this moment," Senior Sister Yun Yao warned us sternly. Beads of sweat formed on her smooth forehead, gleaming with a shimmering light. She knew that even the slightest mistake at this moment could render the entire formation useless, and the sect would lose a crucial defensive barrier. This barrier wasn't just a physical defense constructed from spiritual energy and runes; it was also a wall of faith within the sect's disciples. If it collapsed, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, at this moment, the sect's alarm suddenly boomed like thunder throughout the entire sect. The piercing, piercing sound, like the howl of death, shattered the tense and orderly atmosphere. A sense of foreboding, like a dark tide, instantly enveloped everyone. The alarm echoed throughout the sect, each sound like a heavy hammering on everyone's heart, causing their hearts to race.

"What's going on?" Senior Brother Chu Feng exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise and worry. He whipped his head around, looking in the direction of the alarm, his grip on the sword unconsciously tightening. The sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if sensing the impending danger and eager to break free from its scabbard and plunge into the battle.

We all looked toward the sect's main gate, only to see a group of masked men in black. They appeared silently, like ghosts in the darkness. They emanated a strong, sinister aura, like materialized black smoke, lingering around them. They stood in neat rows, numerous and dense, like a black tide in front of the sect's main gate. They gave off a powerful, oppressive feeling, a chilling chill.

"The Shadow Pavilion's people are attacking again!" I shouted, my voice tinged with anger and tension. My voice echoed throughout the sect, the anger in it like a burning flame and the tension like a taut bowstring.

The elders reacted quickly. Like seasoned generals, they calmly and methodically organized their disciples to prepare for the enemy. Resoluteness and courage shone through the elders' eyes as they rapidly issued commands, their voices steady and forceful, bringing a sense of calm and reassurance to the disciples amidst the tense atmosphere. Upon hearing the elders' orders, the disciples drew their weapons, their eyes filled with determination and resolve, ready to fight to defend their sect.

In the valley, Brother Ling Xiao and Leng Shuang began to work together to explore the cave.

"Why are you trying to uncover the secrets of Shadow Pavilion?" Brother Ling Xiao asked Leng Shuang, turning his head to the side with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Besides doubt, there was also a hint of caution in his eyes. After all, he couldn't fully trust this woman who had suddenly appeared.

"My family was murdered by the Shadow Pavilion. I must find their lair and avenge them." Leng Shuang gritted her teeth, her words measured. Her eyes gleamed with hatred, blazing fiercely, as if to reduce everything around them to ash. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain, her nails digging deep into her palms. Strands of crimson blood oozed from her palms, yet she remained oblivious. The hatred within her heart, like a raging sea, drowned her sanity, leaving her with only one thought: revenge for her family.

They continued deeper into the cave, which was dark, damp, and filled with a foul stench. Thick moss covered the walls, its dampness like a green carpet, like the vestiges of ancient times. They advanced cautiously, testing the ground with their feet before each step. Suddenly, they discovered strange patterns carved into the walls. The carvings were deeply inscribed, each incision as if meticulously crafted by a craftsman. They looked incredibly ancient, as if they had endured countless years of vicissitudes. The patterns seemed to depict an ancient ritual, depicting strange figures dancing around a fire. Their bodies were distorted, some with elongated arms, others with giant heads. They danced frantically around the blazing fire, as if performing a mysterious and sinister ritual. Around them, strange symbols flickered. These bizarre shapes seemed to come from another world, emanating a chilling aura.

"These patterns could be the key to unlocking the secrets of the Shadow Pavilion," Brother Ling Xiao said slowly, examining the patterns carefully. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a light in the darkness, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for uncovering the Shadow Pavilion's conspiracy. His gaze moved inch by inch across the patterns, trying to decipher the hidden message.

Back at the sect, the battle had already begun. The members of the Shadow Pavilion cast all sorts of foul spells, and a dark aura permeated the sect like a thick black fog. Like the materialized hand of a demon, the darkness enveloped every corner of the sect. They muttered incantations like whispers from hell, obscure and yet filled with unholy power. They wielded a variety of strange magical instruments, some shaped like twisted skulls, others like spiky orbs. Rays of black light shot out from the instruments, striking the disciples like black lightning. Wherever the black light touched, it burned the ground, leaving streaks of black, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

We engaged the enemy fiercely. Senior Brother Chu Feng's swordsmanship was as swift as the wind, his sword dancing in his hand like silver lightning. Each thrust was imbued with a powerful spiritual force, like the surging waters of a river, surging and roaring through the blade. He nimbly moved between the enemies, his sword thrusting them to safety. Each thrust was unerringly directed at the enemy's vital points, the spiritual force whistling towards them like a razor-sharp blade, whistling like the wind. The enemy's blood splattered beneath his sword, spilling onto the ground in a stream of crimson flowers.

Not to be outdone, I unleashed my own unique skill, rapidly forming hand seals with my hands and chanting an incantation. My fingers danced through the air like nimble butterflies, forming complex and mysterious hand seals one after another. As the incantation flowed, a brilliant beam of light emanated from my hands. It resembled fragments of a rainbow, radiating a dazzling array of colors. It rushed towards the enemies, and wherever it struck, they screamed in pain, their bodies burning until puffs of green smoke billowed out.

"Everyone, work together! We can't let them break through our defenses!" Senior Sister Yun Yao shouted. Her voice was clearly audible above the din of battle, like a battle horn, inspiring every disciple to fight bravely. Her gaze was determined, filled with encouragement and strength, as she gazed at everyone on the battlefield.

However, the Shadow Pavilion's men seemed well-prepared. They gradually broke through our outer defenses and advanced towards the core of the formation. Their attacks intensified, their numerical advantage becoming increasingly apparent. Like a black tide, they surged towards the sect's disciples, wave after wave. The disciples faced immense pressure, each one gritting their teeth and persevering. Sweat soaked their clothes, but their eyes remained filled with a steadfast determination to defend the sect, no matter the cost.