If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Yu Jianhuan wiped away the bright red bloodstains on his chin with his thumb.

Those captivating phoenix eyes were now filled with an incomprehensible blankness.

She witnessed Mo Chengyue's meticulous aftermath handling process, which was even more airtight than that of a professional assassin.

Looking at the battle ruins, which were cleaner than if a dog had licked them, she finally couldn't suppress the urge to complain.

"Good junior brother, where did you learn this method of disposing of a body?"

"Judging by your practiced movements, you must have done a lot of dirty and tiring work in the sect."

"How can you be even more skilled and vicious than those seasoned monsters who have spent years licking blood from the edge of a knife?"

Mo Chengyue casually patted a speck of dust off his sleeve.

He straightened his sleeves until they were completely wrinkle-free.

It was as if what I had just experienced was not a life-or-death struggle involving someone of a higher level, but just an ordinary task of shoveling snow.

He responded with a matter-of-fact, steady tone.

"Senior Sister Yu, have you forgotten the position of our Hehuan Sect in the cultivation world?"

"We are a legitimate demonic sect, so we should naturally follow the rules and principles of the demonic path in our actions."

"As a disciple of the demonic path, what's wrong with me being a little more professional in my job of disposing of corpses?"

"To eliminate the root of the problem and leave no trace is the foundation for our survival in this cannibalistic world."

After confirming that no clues could be found at the scene.

Mo Chengyue flashed and quickly flew towards the safe shadow of the rock wall ten miles away.

When he stepped back into the area shrouded by the concealment array.

In the dim light, he saw a scene that made him frown.

Jin Qiaoqiao was clenching her teeth.

The noble peacock princess was pressing down hard on the madwoman who had completely lost her mind.

Lin Miaoyin's burning hot body writhed on the ground like a water snake.

She kept shouting out those foul and obscene words.

"I'm so hot, junior brother, give it to me quickly, hug me."

Her hands were still frantically tugging at the few remaining pieces of cloth covering her body, completely out of control.

Mo Chengyue stepped forward and quickly squatted down beside the two of them.

He extended two fingers and placed them firmly on Lin Miaoyin's wrist, which was burning hot like a coal.

The moment the pure Yang true essence entered the other person's body, the light in his eyes completely dimmed.

The inside of that delicate body was like a post-apocalyptic ruin ravaged by natural disasters.

Her meridians were so disordered that they could break at any moment.

That domineering and sinister poison of lust had already seeped into her bone marrow and the depths of her natal golden core.

The last remaining pure Yin essence in her body was being devoured by the toxins like food.

If she is not treated immediately, she will become a dried-up corpse within half an hour.

Jin Qiaoqiao gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

She looked at the rational man squatting to the side, her forehead covered in sweat.

"This woman's condition is really bad; my demonic power is simply no match for this evil poison."

"I still have several top-grade anti-poison pills bestowed upon me by my elders in my clan in my storage bag."

"Forcing her to drink it now should temporarily suppress this damned poison."

Mo Chengyue shook his head without hesitation, rejecting the seemingly reasonable suggestion.

"Absolutely do not feed them pills."

"The love poison in her body has turned her golden core into a nest."

"Any external spiritual energy you feed it now will only become top-quality nutrients for this strange poison to multiply rapidly."

"The moment the pill enters her stomach, it will burn her into a pile of torches, causing her to explode and die."

Upon hearing this cruel diagnosis, Jin Qiaoqiao's golden vertical pupils were filled with bewilderment.

Mo Chengyue gazed silently at the woman struggling in his arms.

Lin Miaoyin's cheeks were covered with an extremely sickly, glaring flush.

As she sensed the approach of that familiar pure Yang energy, her two slender, fair arms instinctively wrapped tightly around his neck like vines.

Mo Chengyue slowly closed his eyes, which were as clear as fire.

In just two breaths, he quickly calculated all the pros and cons in his mind.

This saint is a huge investment with immense potential and costs yet to be recouped.

Whether it's her status within the sect or the potential protection she might receive in the future, she has irreplaceable value.

In this cruel world of cultivation that follows the Dark Forest Law, he would never allow his calculations to go to waste because of such a ridiculous accident.

When he opened his eyes again, only the purest rationality and decisiveness remained in his gaze.

He gave his final instructions to the three women present in an extremely resolute and cold tone.

"The commotion we made when we fought that demonic cultivator was really too great."

"The stench of blood here will soon attract high-level demonic beasts and profit-driven rogue cultivators who roam the area."

"We cannot linger in this exposed location."

"The evil poison in her body has long exceeded the scope of what ordinary pills can solve."

"Now only our Hehuan Sect's most fundamental ancient technique can barely save her life."

He bent down and lifted that soft body, which had completely melted into a puddle of spring water, into his arms.

"Clean up all traces at the scene immediately and follow me."

"We must find a sufficiently secluded and safe cave nearby immediately."

The words, "There is only one ancient method that can solve this," and "Find a cave," clearly reached everyone's ears.

Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying, who had just helped each other through the ruins, stopped in their tracks at the same time.

A knowing smile, full of profound meaning, appeared on Yu Jianhuan's pale and beautiful face.

As an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect, how could she not understand what the so-called ancient detoxification method was all about?

Some absurd and embarrassing images were already flashing through her mind.

Su Qingying's cool and aloof face, including the roots of her ears, instantly turned bright red.

The aloof and proud swordsman silently turned his face away, avoiding the intriguing gaze, and simply gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Only Jin Qiaoqiao, who was just beginning to experience the complexities of human relationships, kept her golden vertical pupils wide open, completely baffled by this subtle arrangement.

Beneath these cold, dark, and dilapidated ruins and rock walls.

A strange and subtle atmosphere, a tacit understanding shared under the same green hat, quietly permeated and fermented in the air.

Yu Jianhuan chuckled lightly and teased.

"Good junior brother, your so-called ancient method of saving lives must consume a lot of energy, right?"

"You'll be dealing with this crazed saintess alone in the cave later. Make sure she doesn't drain you dry."

Mo Chengyue calmly led the way.

"If Senior Sister Yu feels bored, she can stay at the cave entrance and be responsible for killing the monsters attracted by the bloody smell."

Su Qingying blushed and scolded in a low voice.

"At a time like this, stop spouting shameless nonsense and get to the point of finding a place to set up your formation."

Jin Qiaoqiao, still completely bewildered, pressed for more information.

"What kind of riddle are you playing? Do you think finding a cave will cure this deadly poison?"

Yu Jianhuan shook her head with a charming smile.

"Your Highness, once we reach the cave entrance, you'll see just how effective the Hehuan Sect's unique antidote is."