I had no choice before, but now I want to be a good person.

“Mo Shisan! What have you done?!!!”

Terrified shouts echoed through the valley, everyone’s eyes bulging with fury as they fixed their gazes on the ordinary-looking man standing silently behind the Medicine God.

None of them had ever expected such a turn of events.

The several disciples hidden near the Medicine God, who had been concealing their cultivation levels, had already been silently eliminated, their bodies collapsed on the ground, slowly sinking into the earth.

Only one figure remained behind him... Mo Shisan!

“Kh... khak... khak...”

The Medicine God’s aged face instantly turned deathly pale as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He turned with difficulty, staring at the expressionless young man behind him, his lips trembling.

“You... why...”

Before he could finish his words, he couldn’t hold on any longer, his body going limp as he collapsed to the ground, never to stir again.

The Medicine God—dead!

As the Medicine God perished, the golden formation beneath their feet flickered out instantly, and the surrounding purple mist surged back like a tide, swallowing everyone completely.

Mo Wuyan, who had been brimming with smug confidence just moments ago, now stared with eyes blazing and reddened orbs, his eyeballs instantly shot through with bloody streaks.

He roared in madness: “Mo Shisan! Have you lost your mind?!”

“Without the Medicine God, how are we supposed to withstand the Chaos Poison Body?!”

“Do you want to destroy the Mo Clan?!”

The surrounding disciples were also filled with disbelief.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Ye Shu slowly withdrew his hand, looking down at the corpse on the ground, his eyes filled with sorrow: “Before, I had no choice. But now, I want to be a good person.”

“Since you all don’t treat the lives of the lowly as lives, then let’s just all die together.”

“Bro, are you serious?”

The Mo Clan disciples nearby nearly popped their eyes out. “You’ve got some grand righteousness, but do you have to drag us into it?! We still want to live!”

“Damn it, this is poison...”

“Foolish!”

“Utterly foolish!”

Mo Wuyan was nearly driven mad. He never imagined that it would be such an absurd and laughable reason that ruined his perfectly laid plans.

At this moment, he could have killed the man.

“An internal conflict?”

Seeing Mo Shisan strike out suddenly, Xia Hanmo’s eyes flickered with surprise, but that was all. The Mo Clan members—all of them had to die.

She seized the opportunity sharply, a seven-colored dazzling light flashing in her eyes. The surrounding purple mist rolled like living things, instantly enveloping Mo Wuyan tightly.

“Looks like the situation has reversed,” Xia Hanmo sneered as she looked at Mo Wuyan, a hint of mockery in her eyes. “Your plan seems to have failed.”

“Hmph!”

Enveloped in the purple mist, Mo Wuyan’s face was ashen, but he still forced himself to respond coldly: “Even if I am heavily poisoned, so what? I am a Void Refining cultivator.”

“A single realm’s difference is like an insurmountable chasm!”

“Even if I have to suppress the gu poison in my body, I, Mo Wuyan, can still crush you all!”

With that, he gave a violent shudder.

Boom!

A surge of majestic spiritual power exploded from within him, instantly scattering the surrounding purple mist. Mo Wuyan’s sleeves billowed in the wind, making him seem like the absolute protagonist between heaven and earth. He raised his right hand high, and a black light extended up his arm, gathering at his fingertip and blooming into a pitch-black speck of light, like an all-consuming, devouring black hole.

“Soul Destruction Finger!”

He roared, and the speck of light shot forth instantly.

Overwhelming momentum pressed down upon Xia Hanmo.

The Little Fairy Doctor’s expression grew grave. The radiance in her eyes blazed with intensity, as her body emitted various seven-colored lights. Her Chaos Poison Body was driven to its peak in that moment. Countless streams of seven-colored light surged from within her, colliding with that black speck.

Boom—

The two opposing forces met midair, exploding with a thunderous roar. Seven-colored light and black speck tangled and tore at each other, until both dissipated simultaneously into a rain of scattered light.

The Little Fairy Doctor’s body flew backward violently, smashing heavily into the mountainside, crushing rocks and toppling the earth.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face dark with displeasure.

As expected, taking on the full-force strike of a late Void Refining cultivator from merely mid-Return Void level was still pushing it too far?

Someone like him would definitely handle this with ease...

A pang of bitterness curled at the corners of Xia Hanmo’s mouth.

But before she could think further, Mo Wuyan’s figure reappeared, his presence terrifying, black light coalescing in his palm as he swung it down mercilessly toward her crown—

“Die!”

Boom!

The mountainside exploded into rubble. Xia Hanmo barely dodged the strike, reaching into her storage ring with her right hand, she quickly swallowed several pills. Her aura erupted, surging with even greater power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two clashed in the sky, locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle. The heavens and earth cracked apart as even the Great Dao seemed on the verge of being destroyed.

Below, the disciples were red-faced and suffocating.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

They coughed violently, struggling to breathe under the toxic miasma saturating the valley.

“Mo Shisan, you bastard!”

“Fine, you killed the Medicine God, and you feel good now? Have you considered that without him, we’re all going to die here?” one disciple screamed in despair.

“Oh,” Ye Shu replied flatly, utterly indifferent.

After all, he had been given an anti-toxin pill by the Little Fairy Doctor, so worldly poisons had no effect on him. How could he possibly be poisoned by his own wife’s toxins?

But in the very next second—

“Ugh... cough, cough...”

Sudden dizziness overtook him, his limbs growing weak. He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

“Huh?”

Ye Shu blinked and looked down at his hand, only to find a faint black pattern appearing on his palm, slowly creeping along his meridians.

“Damn! How did I get poisoned? Xia Hanmo, you sold me out...”

His words died halfway.

Ye Shu suddenly recalled that he had already died once before. His body no longer held any anti-toxin pill.

Which meant...

The Little Fairy Doctor’s poison affected him just the same.

“Mo Shisan, you colossal idiot!!!”

The last surviving Mo Clan disciple coughed up black blood, snarling with irrepressible anger before toppling stiffly to the ground, sighing as he gave up altogether.

Meanwhile, the fight in midair reached its boiling point.

Black vein-like patterns crawled along Mo Wuyan’s blood vessels, silently ravaging his limbs. Forcing one’s spiritual energy to the extreme just accelerated the spread of the poison deep into the bone marrow.

But Mo Wuyan paid it no mind.

From the moment the Medicine God was slain, he had known he wouldn’t survive today. Unlocking the poison of the Chaos Poison Body was all but impossible.

Thus, why not go all out!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boundless rays of light bloomed, various divine abilities swirling in the sky above. Mo Wuyan was soaked in blood. Every strike was lethal, refusing to retreat. In the face of the Little Fairy Doctor’s onslaught, he never blocked—only countered, trading injury for injury, life for life.

Xia Hanmo’s face grew paler and paler.

Under the full activation of her Chaos Poison Body, her spiritual power couldn’t hold out much longer, not least because he seemed relentless, impossibly fresh as his attacks grew fiercer.

Pfft!

She finally couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood, her body swaying and tottering like a small white flower trembling in the wind.

“Heh, no more tricks, huh?”

Mo Wuyan let out a cold laugh. Black blood had already begun to ooze uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth—the residue of his melting internal organs—but he paid it no mind, his eyes filled only with murderous intent.

“Bitch!”

“Die for me, old man!”

He suddenly struck down with his palm, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the attack, unleashing the ultimate technique of his life.

“Soul-Breaking Emperor Palm!”

The palm wind howled, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, pressing down with the full oppressive might of a Nirvana-Seeking peak cultivator, aiming straight for Xia Hanmo’s crown. If this blow landed, she would undoubtedly be shattered to pieces.

But Xia Hanmo no longer had the strength to dodge.

She looked up at the rapidly descending palm print, a flicker of unwillingness and a trace of resignation flashing in her eyes.

“One stained with blood… so be it…”

An invisible wave swept through the air. Suddenly, Mo Wuyan froze mid-strike, his eyeballs rolling wildly like glass beads, his entire body rigid and suspended in place, unmoving.

“Hm?”

Xia Hanmo was stunned for a moment, but she had no time to ponder. She gathered the last of her strength into her right hand, her fingers forming a claw, and thrust it fiercely into Mo Wuyan’s chest, tearing outward with force!

“Puff—!”

Mo Wuyan’s body trembled, the light in his eyes fading rapidly. He struggled to lower his head and look at the hand that had pierced through his chest, then turned his head with difficulty to gaze at a certain spot on the ground.

“You’re not… ugh!”

His body fell from midair, landing beside Ye Shu.

“Huff…”

Ye Shu glanced at the corpse at his feet, feeling the divine shudder in his mind, and turned to the Little Fairy Doctor in the air, forcing out an incredibly strained smile.

“Don’t give up so soon, you idiot…”

With that, he could no longer hold on, his head lolling to one side as he completely fell unconscious.