I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

Yan Jian'an had mingled in the Xuanling Secret Realm five times, and had pretended to be crazy and patted countless people on the shoulder. Fortunately, his cultivation level was there, otherwise he would have been slashed by a hot-tempered person long ago.

Where is this damned person destined for misfortune? He wasted five months of his life; how many best-selling novels could he have written, and how many trendy delicacies could he have tasted?

Yan Jian'an thought angrily, "Very well, he has already found a way to die."

On his sixth entry into the Mysterious Spirit Realm, Yan Jian'an had completely lost interest in finding the person destined for his calamity. After wandering around listlessly for a few days, he simply found a dry and tidy cave, quickly chased away the sleeping spirit beasts inside, and settled down comfortably there.

It is euphemistically called "waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump".

Then, after changing clothes and washing hands, I reverently took out a blank notebook and a fine wolf-hair brush, ready to begin creating.

He has finished another storybook; he is truly diligent, hardworking, and has a prolific talent.

However, Yan Jian'an hadn't yet decided on a story for this new storybook. He sat there for a long time, repeatedly disturbed by passing spirit beasts. Frustrated, he quickly chased away the factors that were interfering with his writing, but still couldn't find any inspiration. Helpless, he could only sign his name first.

Three powerful characters leapt off the page—"It's too late, Heaven!"

……

A gust of wind blew by, swirling a few leaves that brushed past Yan Jian'an's gaze. He cut off his recollection and sighed softly, "Ah, old man, I lured the spirit beast over, but I didn't kill it. I'll deal with it next time I encounter it."

Yan Jian'an's tone was full of regret, but what decent person would lead a sixth-order spirit beast to kill a Nascent Soul expert? Therefore, only he himself knew how much of the regret in his tone was genuine.

He doesn't kill innocent people with his own hands, but if a frenzied spirit beast accidentally injures that person, it's none of his business.

Unfortunately it failed.

……

Boom--boom--

Two deep, resonant bell tolled from Wanjun Peak.

The Wan Jun Bell is rarely rung, and different sounds have different meanings: one sound means that all disciples are summoned to gather at the foot of the peak; two sounds mean that the sect leader is about to announce important matters; three sounds mean that an enemy attack has occurred and a full-scale defense must be launched immediately.

Yuanlu was still purifying a spiritual herb when he heard the Wanjun Bell ring twice. Curious, he looked up and peered out the window.

"Wan Junfeng has issued an order—the sect leader's seclusion plan has changed, and the time for his return is undetermined. Elder Li Chenglin will now serve as the acting sect leader, and the entire Wuji Sect will be under his command."

The sound was amplified and clearly reached everyone's ears.

Yuanlu's hand trembled, almost destroying the spiritual herb. He first calmed his mind and completed the last step before frowning and pondering the news he had just heard.

There is no fixed plan for seclusion, and it is common for plans to change. However, he remembered that when Senior Brother Wu came to Yundan Peak to look for him before, he accidentally revealed a name.

Drunken Dream Poison Bell.

Senior Brother Wu has never been very interested in alchemy. Otherwise, with his high level of comprehension, he should have been the one to inherit Master's mantle. But that day, when Senior Brother came to chat with him, he mentioned the properties of the Drunken Dream Poison Bell more than once.

Although the senior brother deliberately concealed the flower's name, he was very familiar with the spiritual plants in the world and had already guessed it. The senior brother was also careless and vomited out "Drunken Dream". Although he stopped in time, it must have been "Drunken Dream Poison Bell".

The flower's name contains the word "poison," suggesting its extreme toxicity. If used by a kind person, it can be a life-saving remedy, using poison to fight poison. However, if misused by someone with malicious intent, it can cause mental confusion if someone accidentally inhales its pollen, leading to anything from mild mental derangement to complete loss of consciousness.

My senior brother wouldn't bring it up for no reason.

The poisonous bell of the Drunken Dream is hard to find, but for Wu Chushan, who is also a disciple of Venerable Li Chenglin of Kui Mu, it may not be so difficult.

Back then, his master was a renowned alchemy master who led him and his senior brother across the Canglan Continent.

He recalled the time his senior brother asked him if he was unwilling to be confined to a mere peak and become a mediocre alchemist.

He was quite pleased with himself, but his senior brother's ambition was now obvious.