What kind of twisted poison is this?
The Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall’s mindset completely shattered.
Those who were infected were all young low-rank disciples whose internal spiritual energy wasn’t enough to block the intrusion of the hairs.
Once a single hair pierced the body, that disciple would instantly become a living hair bomb, their painstakingly grown long hair exploding outward, not a single strand left intact!
Even worse, as the hair exploded, the hair follicles couldn’t withstand the force and were destroyed!
In the cultivator world, keeping long hair was popular because it made one look more ethereal, but from today onwards, the dream of having a full head of long hair would probably be forever out of reach for the Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall.
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After finishing, Jiang Ke’er lowered her head and continued treating the poisoned Taiming Sect cultivators on the ground.
Although she looked seriously poisoned herself, her expression weary and lips blackened, her face still carried a faint warmth and satisfaction.
The Taiming Sect cultivators were moved to tears—Little Junior Sister really was wonderful! Even on the brink of death, she didn’t forget to advertise Lingyin Valley and generate revenue!
Meanwhile, Jin Ao rubbed his bare scalp, trembling with anger.
He could already imagine what filthy insults the Poison Cultivators from the Hall of the Wild Dragon’s opposing sects would throw at him when they saw him.
What a total bastard!
Using a method that doesn’t kill but disgusts people… that’s just filthy!
Jin Ao had just figured out their tactic. Obviously, the opponent knew that no poison could escape his detection, so they simply didn’t use poison at all!
It was actually an ultra-potent hair growth agent! Under the catalysis of a certain substance, its nature becomes even more explosive… and when it exploded too violently, it resulted in exactly what had happened.
The antidote he used earlier was the catalyst—the way he neutralized the poison was completely anticipated by the opponent.
And because it wasn’t poison, he failed to detect this component during his investigation.
Disgusting! He clearly held the advantage, yet he was so grossed out he didn’t even want to touch the other dozen or so poisoned disciples from the Mad Dragon Hall.
Heaven only knew what dirty traps the enemy had set up next!
But he couldn’t stop; stopping was equivalent to conceding defeat.
Jin Ao gritted his teeth and crouched to examine the third cultivator.
This time, he had to detoxify head-on.
Having been tricked twice in a row, Jin Ao was extremely cautious!
First, he sealed all the openings on the cultivator’s body.
Ears, nostrils, mouth, front and back, even the navel, and eyes—all firmly closed to prevent an eyeball explosion surprise attack!
Next, he tightly sealed the cultivator’s armpit hair, leg hair, and foot hair, then used a Fire Spell to scorch every sweat hair on the cultivator’s body clean, like scalding pigskin, emitting a faint burnt smell…
Hmm? Wait…
A burnt smell?!
Damn it!
No way?!
“Hic—”
Not sure who started it first, but when Jin Ao looked up and noticed his surroundings, all the Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall were violently hiccupping!
“Hic hic hic hic—”
One after another, until the entire area was filled with loud hiccups like a summer night’s frog pond…
The Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall were hiccupping so much they couldn’t even speak.
They just looked at Jin Ao plaintively, the meaning clear in their eyes: “Senior Brother, can you get this done or not?”
Facing the doubt, Jin Ao hurried to explain, “Hic—”
He paused, blushing, “No! I mean… hic!”
“Damn you… hic!”
“…”
In the end, Jin Ao gave up trying to speak.
Fortunately, Medical Cultivator Jin Ping was present and quickly prescribed an antidote to help the surrounding Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall stop their hiccups.
However, Jin Ao couldn’t accept outside help since he was a contestant—he couldn’t receive aid from the sidelines.
But as Jin Ping administered the antidote, Jin Ao identified its type and produced the corresponding antidote himself, curing his hiccups.
That counted as cheating, but the Taiming Sect cultivators were blocked by the chaotic crowd and didn’t notice.
Jin Ao steadied his mind and faced the remaining dozen or so poisoned cultivators, his face darkening.
Flatulence Medicine, Hair Growth Medicine, Hiccup Medicine… especially that hiccup medicine, which only activated and spread after being burned by flame.
None of these were poisons, and all were hard to defend against. Jin Ao couldn’t imagine what other disgusting tricks awaited him next.
Honestly, he had had enough.
A Poison Duel was supposed to be a life-or-death battle! Could they please be serious?
Just pulling childish pranks—what kind of skill was that?
Jin Ao glared angrily at the other side, only to find that they had already lifted the toxins from four cultivators without him noticing. Just moments ago, none seemed cured…
It seemed to have happened while he was hiccupping uncontrollably.
Jin Ao felt something was off.
But with four already cured, he had even less reason to back down.
He gritted his teeth and began inspecting the fourth cultivator.
This cultivator’s poison was strange; a long mushroom was growing out from the back of their head, looking quite edible.
Jin Ao recognized the mushroom—it was Dermatophilic Fungus, commonly parasitizing unwashed, filthy cultivators, devouring their skin.
Mature Dermatophilic Fungus would continuously spread spores around it, highly contagious.
Judging by how this fungus was growing, it had long passed maturity and had been releasing infectious spores into the surrounding air for quite some time.
Jin Ao seemed to realize something and suddenly froze.
His skin began to itch violently. Tiny bumps broke the skin, but he had no energy or care to deal with this terrible development.
The problem now was that all the Disciple of the Mad Dragon Hall had just inhaled large amounts of air due to severe hiccupping.
And the air was filled with spores of Dermatophilic Fungus…
No, that wasn’t the scariest part!
Dermatophilic Fungus was bad enough, but the real issue was…
Jin Ao went crazy, hastily checking the remaining dozen or so poisoned cultivators.
After confirming the situation, Jin Ao felt utterly drained and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
By this time, the backs of those cultivators had already sprouted all kinds of colorful mushrooms.
And from the caps of those mushrooms, on the verge of wilting, billions upon billions of spores had long since erupted.