I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"What seven-elemental-root trash? Didn't this guy just fight with the body cultivator Lin Jin and even win?"

"You didn't know that her drawing panel had the most colors yesterday, a total of seven colors?"

"What the heck, seven spiritual roots? No way, I think she's pretty good at fighting, and her use of spiritual energy is also decent."

"I already said it's alright. Five spiritual roots are useless to begin with. I've never seen seven spiritual roots. What's the difference between cultivating and not cultivating at all?"

Besides, Wen Dao is a master of poison. I heard he used some poison in the last match, and his opponent went down and wouldn't get up no matter how much they were called.

On the arena, Jiang He faced the masked cultivator and guessed his identity.

Before the exam, Jiang He analyzed all the popular candidates, not considering other cultivators who were pretending to be weak but actually strong, but in terms of using poison, the Wen Dao was the most mysterious.

The match had just begun when Jiang He, unlike in the previous game, launched the first attack instead of maneuvering.

Jiang He took a running start and sprinted, a cluster of flames rising from his palm.

The masked poisoner, Wen Dao, showed no intention of moving when facing Jiang He's attack.

He raised his head, and a glint of light flashed in his triangular, slanted eyes.

Those who offend their master must die.

As Wen Dao watched Jiang He get closer and closer, the joy in his eyes intensified.

immediately……

That would kill it.

Wen Dao smiled and reached out, grabbing the figure running towards him.

But the next second, he realized that he had not grabbed the figure that was so close to him, but a vine.

"Nettle! You damn bitch!"

Wen Dao's hand, gripping the vine, was covered in dense, red welts. He glared angrily at Jiang He:

"How dare you poison me with nettles!"

Jiang He looked at Wen Dao expressionlessly.

She looked at the wood spirit energy and oleander powder in his hand, and a coldness suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She observed each competition arena carefully. There were 5,000 arenas on site, and each arena had different elements.

The martial arts exam is a ring competition, testing not only combat skills, but also spiritual energy.

While physical cultivators have an advantage in arena battles, cultivators skilled in controlling spiritual energy may not necessarily have as much of an advantage as physical cultivators.

For example, the person standing in front of Jiang He.

Jiang He frowned. What grudge did this person hold against her that would lead him to commit such a heinous act?

Even the powder from oleander is poisonous; if she gets even a little bit on it, she will immediately fall into a deep sleep.

Moreover, there was the larkspur in his hand.

"Delphinium!"

"Hiss, has Wen Dao gone mad? If he uses fire elemental energy and oleander to refine it into powder, the female cultivator opposite him will be crippled if not killed."

"Look, there are many spiritual plants below the arena."

"Aren't spiritual plants supposed to be unable to survive outside of secret realms and specific living environments? How come there are so many of them in our martial arts arena?"

"Isn't there a 'secret formula' in the written exam? The National Education Bureau is really too extravagant this year."

"Wait, what secret pouch? I don't know anything about it."

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, look who's here."

When Liu Yang and Jiang Yaoyi arrived at the arena, the match had already begun.

Jiang Yaoyi looked at the figure on the stage, suppressing her nausea, and leaned close to Liu Yang's ear:

"Liu Yang, won't this implicate us?"

Looking at the two figures in the arena, Liu Yang felt a surge of pleasure as Jiang Yaoyi deliberately drew closer to him. He touched the ring on his hand.

The nearby cultivators, upon seeing Liu Yang, lowered their voices in discussion:

"Did you know that Wen Dao was a trained assassin by the Liu family? The Liu family has a lot of resources, including university textbooks on poison cultivation. Wen Dao probably got his skills from those books..."

The cultivator spoke very softly, but Liu Yang and Jiang Yaoyi still heard him.

Liu Yang didn't care about what others were saying.

Wen Dao was nurtured with special resources by the family; he was originally a weapon of the Liu family!

He's already in the late Foundation Establishment stage, so killing Jiang He is a piece of cake for him.

Liu Yang smiled, then gently took Jiang Yaoyi's hand with the hand wearing the thumb ring and rubbed it between her fingertips.

Feeling the softness in his hand, Liu Yang grinned wickedly:

"Yiyi, don't you trust me to handle things? In our year, no one can outdo him in using poison."

Jiang Yaoyi did not withdraw her hand:

"Yes, Brother Liu Yang, you are so good to me."

With Rouyi in hand, and hearing this address from Jiang Yaoyi for the first time, Liu Yang's heart melted.

Jiang He is nothing but a nobody; how dare she upset his woman?

If you die, you will die.

Jiang He discovered the poison in Wen Dao's hand earlier than the cultivators outside the arena.

Cultivators are not allowed to bring various magical artifacts, high-tech weapons, or even elixirs and talismans, but it does not say that they cannot refine elixirs or draw talismans on the spot.

The problem is that there is no container or carrier.

But poison cultivators are different; if they want, they can use fire spiritual energy to grind spiritual plants into powder and use them as their weapons.

The arena has various elements, and cultivators with different spiritual roots can achieve victory by making good use of the environment.

Wen Dao used the poisonous spiritual plants found under the arena.

Oleander is also considered a spiritual plant in this world, but it is a poisonous plant.

Oleander can cause coma, and a mixture of delphinium and oleander can cause central nervous system poisoning. A slightly larger dose can cause convulsions and respiratory failure, eventually leading to death.

Jiang He had reviewed Wen Dao's information and knew that he was skilled in using poison, so she never intended to engage him in close combat from the beginning.

But Jiang He never expected that Wen Dao had such intentions.

As soon as Jiang He gets close, she will be met with a double attack from the two poisons!

But Wen Dao's hopes were destined to be dashed.

Wen Dao can use poison, and so can Jiang He!

She's an agricultural student who's spent her whole life farming.

Wen Dao felt pain and itching in his arm.

Jiang He attached nettle leaves to the vines and sent them toward Wen Dao, so that Wen Dao's hands were covered in poison. At this moment, he looked at his arm, and his slanted eyes turned murderous.

Wen Dao stared silently at Jiang He, like a snake in the shadows; his eyes made Jiang He feel extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang He didn't give Wen Dao a friendly look, and the two silently distanced themselves, gradually forming a standoff.

"Wen Dao's hands must be covered in nettles. He's so patient. If it were me, I would have scratched them already."

"You can't scratch if you get nettles, because the more you scratch, the faster the poison will spread."

"If only I had studied properly in the potion class, I could have learned to identify plants. This poison cultivation is just perfect. I just saw that many of the arenas have poisonous spiritual plants."

"Am I the only one who's interested in candidate number 4888? I thought candidate number 4888 would lose the moment the two met, but I never expected that Wen Dao would be poisoned by her instead."

"With insufficient cultivation, one can only resort to these unorthodox methods. This is all the ability that candidate number 4888 possesses."

"Let's wait and see. Both of them know how to use poison, so it's really hard to say who will win or lose."

Liu Yang remained unperturbed by the comments around him; how could Wen Dao's strength be limited to this?

Jiang He must die in this arena battle!