That lustful and powerful son is naturally the one Ah Sang referred to as Tu.

Tu had actually taken an interest in Ah Sang for quite some time. Ah Sang’s selection as the Saintess was largely due to his manipulations.

Later, the esteemed identity of Ah Sang, with limitless potential, was hailed as the tribe’s treasure.

Benefiting from various accolades, she became even more radiant, like a shining pearl.

Tu finally could not restrain his possessive urges.

However, after becoming the Saintess, Ah Sang’s prowess grew formidable.

That night, Tu attempted to seize her by force, but Ah Sang, preferring death over submission, not only wounded Tu, but also fled from the tribe overnight.

Having escaped the tribe, Ah Sang gained a brief moment of freedom.

Qin Hao inquired into the sequence of events but remained puzzled by some unresolved doubts and asked, "Sister Ah Sang, how did you manage to poison me?"

He was astonished because, due to his unique bloodline, external toxins were virtually ineffective against him.

Only the potent poison of the Witch Race could have any effect.

But even that would be hardly noticeable.

So what method did Ah Sang employ to poison Qin Hao?

Without responding, Ah Sang took out a little knife and cut her finger.

Blood flowed from the finger, shockingly green!

"This..." Qin Hao’s eyes brightened, "Your bloodline is very special; it seems to contain spiritual qi!"

This indeed surprised him.

Ah Sang’s blood contained spiritual qi.

Even if there was just a trace, it undeniably existed.

Ah Sang stopped the bleeding on her finger and explained, "My blood has a paralyzing effect. Even the tribe’s strongest warrior cannot resist. That night, I infused my blood into the smoke to—"

At this point, Qin Hao understood and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Sister Ah Sang, your blood is truly miraculous, somewhat similar to mine. You know, there are countless toxins in the world, but very few can affect me."

Given this, if the guess isn’t wrong, Ah Sang’s uniquely extraordinary blood is likely connected to the Immortal Race.

The Immortal Race, transcending mortal realms, genuine cultivators.

Such beings could indeed develop such overpowering toxins.

Hence, Qin Hao’s vulnerability was unsurprising.

"Brother Qin, I’m sorry..." Ah Sang lowered her head in remorse.

Qin Hao patted her shoulder and lifted her head gently, "Sister Ah Sang, there’s no need to apologize. After all, you just saved me too, let’s call it even."

"Thank you, Brother Qin!" Tears of gratitude welled up in Ah Sang’s eyes.

Though she had committed such disgraceful actions against him.

Yet he bore no grudge at all.

How admirable!

What Ah Sang didn’t know was that Qin Hao was secretly pleased.

At that moment, a wisp of smoke wafted over.

The smoke entered Qin Hao’s nose, prompting him to shudder and he said, "Ah Sang, do you smell smoke?"

"Mm..."

Ah Sang’s voice weakened.

Alarmed again, Qin Hao held Ah Sang tightly.

He discovered her body had become rigid and cold, as if pulled from an ice cellar.

"Ah Sang!"

Qin Hao shouted gravely, noticing in the dark that Ah Sang’s eyes had already closed.

"Ah Sang is poisoned!"

Confirming this, Qin Hao saw wisps of smoke drifting through the passage nearby.

As another whiff of blue smoke came, Qin Hao finally sensed something amiss.

Inside him, a chilling icy current arose stealthily.

Wherever this current flowed, his internal organs seemed to halt completely, as if sealed off.

"This is deadly poison!" Qin Hao immediately resolved to exert his inner strength and employ the scarce spiritual qi within him.

Under the siege of both energies, the current was instantly eradicated, and Qin Hao’s body returned to normal.