Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 449 Blood Explosion Fire Poison (Part 2)

"There's nothing surprising about it," Hu Ping said calmly. "High-level poisons that can directly affect a martial artist's body have always existed, but they are difficult to produce and expensive, so ordinary people can't access them."

Furthermore, the ability to act on the physical body does not necessarily mean that it will be effective.

I've also tested this. This compound toxin evaporates extremely quickly. Even if it's applied forcefully to a martial artist's skin, it will become ineffective very quickly if there's no water contact to trigger it within a short period.

The significance of this complex, multi-layered toxin lies in its low cost, simple production, and ability to be mass-produced. This is the key reason for my excitement.” Han Yi was truly shaken at this moment.

He realized that he had underestimated Hu Ping's terrifying talent in the world of drugs, as well as his temperament and abilities.

He was able to deduce and develop a compound toxin based on a chance idea, and immediately see the true significance of its existence, and even improve upon it…

The reputations of the three young masters of Huayang City are indeed those of extraordinary individuals.

"Even though there are some limitations at present... if we can improve it and mass-produce it using this toxin, through assembly line operations, we can mass-produce weapons that ordinary people can use..."

Han Yi didn't say anything more; he knew Hu Ping understood what he meant.

The difference between martial arts masters and ordinary people lies in the existence of internal strength.

Martial arts masters possess strong protective abilities. Even if they stand still and allow ordinary people to slash them with knives or guns, it will be to no avail.

But what if there were inexpensive toxins like Hu Ping's that could ignore physical defenses...?

Combined with what I've heard about the development of military firearms...

Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a revolutionary invention, an absolute weapon that allows ordinary people to ignore their qualifications, resources, and years of training, and slaughter martial artists of higher levels!

"No need to say more, I understand the critical importance of this matter." Hu Ping's expression also became solemn. "Han Yi, this matter is only known to you, me, heaven and earth, and no one else knows about it."

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now." Han Yi carefully placed the small brown porcelain bottle into his robes.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked, "Then what should we call the compound toxin you successfully developed this time?"

“Since ‘Blood Tree Flower’ is the main ingredient, and its toxic effects include a strong reaction with water, causing an explosive, burning sensation that produces numerous internally burning blisters… let’s call it ‘Blood Explosion Fire Poison’.” Hu Ping pondered for a moment before speaking. “Blood Explosion Fire Poison…” Han Yi frowned. “If only you had half a sliver of your talent in poisons… it’s truly awful…”

"You don't like it? Then think of something yourself!" Hu Ping sneered and quickly stood up.

"By the way, if you want to help your senior sister, you should prepare as soon as possible. Rumors circulating in the circle suggest that Chen Lingmo will likely take action soon..."

His figure flashed and disappeared from Han Yi's sight, leaving only a voice that slowly echoed in Han Yi's ear.

Han Yi stood up and looked out the window at the street below, where a pure white carriage slowly drove away into the distance.

Hu Ping stretched his arm out from the pure white carriage and waved to him.

"Senior Sister Zhong Han..." Han Yi withdrew his gaze, lost in thought.

The "circle" Hu Ping mentioned refers to the communication channels formed by top family disciples and children of high-ranking sect leaders around them.

These circles offer access to a lot of secret information that ordinary people have never even heard of.

Hu Ping only managed to get in because of his status as the eldest son of the Fang family.

"They've helped me so much, it's time to repay them..." Han Yi poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Let's set aside the question of his relationship with Zhong Han.

Just consider Zhong Han's mother, his master, Zhong Yunxiu.

They treated him well in daily life, and always thought of him first when there was something good to be done, especially in his appointment as inspector, where they contributed a lot. Not to mention the various ways they took care of him in his daily life.

Although sometimes, Master Zhong Yunxiu's good intentions backfired, such as when she wanted to improve Han Yi's physical foundation or when she was anxious about Han Yi's future life events...

Regardless, Zhong Yunxiu has indeed perfectly fulfilled her duties as a master to Han Yi, and even surpassed them.

Therefore, even if Han Yi is only fulfilling his duty as a disciple, he should help when he needs to.

Moreover, his relationship with Zhong Han is quite good.

He will always remember one thing: when he first started out and was short of money, only one person helped him through the difficult time... that was Zhong Han.

Zhong Han is a gentle, kind, and generous person who has helped him a lot in many ways.

Especially in maintaining relationships with his fellow disciples, Han Yi, who prefers tranquility and has a low-key personality, dislikes engaging in pointless social interactions. This has led to considerable criticism of him among many within the academy.

In these situations, it was always Zhong Han who stepped forward and patiently explained things to each person.

Therefore, since Zhong Han is in trouble, Han Yi has no choice but to help him, both morally and logically.

He sat quietly by the window, thinking for a very long time.

Fortunately, this time, the restaurant staff all recognized him, so no one bothered him, and no one thought he would skip out on the bill...

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Jingtianzhuang, Jiuquyuan.

Spring is in full bloom, and a gentle, warm breeze sweeps through the courtyard. A small bird with a white beak and red wings glides across the surface of Flower Lake, gently landing on a branch adorned with delicate pink blossoms, lazily preening its feathers.

Zhong Han sat blankly under the tree, staring at the little bird, her expression somewhat forlorn.

Sometimes, she wondered why she wasn't a bird, free to break free from all constraints and soar freely in the sky. Influenced by her mother, she had always been a gentle person. She had no grand ideals or goals.

Thanks to her mother Zhong Yunxiu's status and position, and under her mother's protection and care, she had no worries about food and clothing from a young age, and was healthy and happy.

The only regret was that she never knew where her father had gone.

My mother always said that my father was a very, very good person, a very, very great person, and a hero in everyone's eyes.

I was just away on business and couldn't get away from it.

When she was little, she naively believed that she would keep pestering her mother to ask.

Ask about everything about your father, his name, appearance, and features...

But gradually, she grew up.

die…...

It was a cold word, and it was also the first thing she learned about her father from her playmates of the same age.