Chapter 313: A Beauty Beyond Comprehension

Ding Huan once again felt wave after wave of violent poison dao rhythms surging into his domain, yet his Grand Universe Art resolved all of them in just a few Zhou Tian cycles.

Seeing Gah Baihe, drenched in blood, still channeling poison, Ding Huan could only helplessly raise a hand and grab at the void, and in an instant those violent poisons condensed into a single drop of venom.

Ding Huan flicked his hand, and that drop of venom landed in Gah Baihe's palm:

"Stop trying your little poison tricks on me—they're completely useless against me."

Gah Baihe, covered in blood, stared at the drop of venom in his palm, thunderstruck.

He had never met anyone like Ding Huan—someone whose control over poison had reached such a随心所欲 (effortlessly随心所欲) level.

If it weren't effortless, how could he have raised his hand, gathered this drop of venom, and tossed it back?

This drop of venom fused ten thousand and eleven kinds of toxicity together—it was the pinnacle of his poison mastery.

Yet now, in Ding Huan's eyes, it was no different from children playing house; a wave of despair rose in his heart.

Until now, he had always considered himself the number one person on the Triple Heaven Star Continent.

Even if the former number one powerhouse Luo Bei appeared before him, he could make Luo Bei kneel.

Because Luo Bei hadn't even struck before his poison had already eroded him.

As for Ji Xinting, later sealed by the Triple Heaven Star Continent as the number one expert, in his eyes she was barely different from an infant.

Now he suddenly understood one truth: if the other party doesn't fear his poison, then he is nothing.

"I'm not your match." Gah Baihe let out a long sigh, his tone filled with dejection.

"Since you know you're not my match, then hurry up and release my friend."

Ding Huan wondered if this guy had been handling poison for so long that his brain was half a beat slow—didn't he realize that if Ding Huan wanted to kill him, he would have done so long ago?

Gah Baihe raised his hand and tossed out several formation flags; a crack then appeared on the ground before everyone, and from beneath that crack an iron cage slowly rose up.

Fei Zhankong was imprisoned inside the iron cage.

Ding Huan swept his gaze over him—this guy had only been poisoned, and hadn't suffered any other injuries.

Before Ding Huan could act, Gah Baihe this time raised his hand and removed the poison from Fei Zhankong, and the iron cage split open directly.

Fei Zhankong blankly opened his eyes, then immediately saw Ding Huan and the others.

He immediately leaped up, and then realized he was already fine.

"Ding Sect Master, you came to rescue me?" Fei Zhankong said excitedly.

This loss of his was truly too aggrieving—he had actually been taken down by poison; it seemed he'd need to keep some antidote pills on him from now on.

"Good that you're fine, but why did Gah Baihe imprison you and not someone else?" Ding Huan asked, looking at Fei Zhankong in confusion.

Fei Zhankong's eyes went wide: "He's Gah Baihe?"

After saying that, he sighed deeply: "No wonder even I couldn't neutralize this poison—so it's that old poison fiend."

Strictly speaking, when Fei Zhankong had made his name, Gah Baihe was still nowhere to be found. But Gah Baihe's reputation as the old poison fiend was well known, so it was no surprise Fei Zhankong had heard of him.

Ding Huan looked at Fei Zhankong speechlessly—your strength is indeed real, but this ability of yours to neutralize poison, you'd better stop bragging about it.

Even if it weren't Gah Baihe, swap in some other poison expert and you'd still fall just the same.

"Just tell us why Gah Baihe imprisoned you." Xun Youshan asked.

Fei Zhankong shook his head: "Honestly, I really don't know."

"Who cares what the reason is—kill him first." Mu Chengzi stepped forward, about to slap Gah Baihe to death with one palm.

Ding Huan raised a hand to stop him: "Forget it, no need to kill him."

Mu Chengzi and the others looked at Ding Huan in confusion.

Ding Huan's methods were never soft—back in Triple Dao City, Ding Huan had slaughtered every last cultivator of the Divine Race and the Nine Yuan.

Gah Baihe was so vicious, yet they wouldn't kill him?

Even Gah Baihe himself looked at Ding Huan in surprise: "You're not going to kill me?"

He could also tell that although Ding Huan's strength wasn't anything special, he was probably the leader of this group.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't have invited Ding Huan over when they couldn't match him.

Ding Huan said lightly: "Why would I kill you?"

Ding Huan had never intended to kill Gah Baihe in the first place.

He felt Gah Baihe wasn't particularly bloodthirsty—Gah Baihe had said earlier that he had wiped out two sects and four great clans.

Not only that, he had also slaughtered one thousand seven hundred and thirty-one cultivators who had come after him.

Ding Huan's一贯 style was: no investigation, no right to speak.

Even though those words were Gah Baihe's own, he didn't care, and wouldn't really investigate—he wasn't a planetary police officer.

The Divine Race cultivators and Nine Yuan cultivators he had killed were no fewer than Gah Baihe's—did that mean he had killed wrongly?

From the time he had arrived here and come into contact with Gah Baihe, he felt Gah Baihe actually wasn't a very bloodthirsty guy.

First, when he was climbing the mountain, Gah Baihe only used a poison stream—that could stop him, but posed no threat to his life.

And when he reached the mountainside, Gah Baihe only then began using poison dao rhythms—that was preparing to get serious.

After realizing he couldn't hold him back, only then did he finally go for the kill, unleashing waves of every kind of violent poison.

If that still wasn't enough to prove the point, then earlier Fei Zhankong, Xun Youshan and others had all come over, yet Gah Baihe only imprisoned Fei Zhankong.

If Gah Baihe had wanted to kill these few, Cang Yongqian wouldn't have been able to walk down Gah Star Mountain, let alone go ask for help.

"Ding Huan, he wiped out two sects, four clans, slaughtered one thousand seven hundred and thirty-one people. Why not kill him?"

Even Mu Chengzi couldn't understand Ding Huan's meaning.

Ding Huan looked at Mu Chengzi: "First, you didn't see it. Second, do you understand the reason behind it? I only believe what my own eyes see. Speaking of which, I also killed every last cultivator of Nine Yuan."

Mu Chengzi immediately shut his mouth.

He hadn't seen anything, and he didn't even know about it.

Because all of that was just what Gah Baihe had said.

Jia Baihe looked at Ding Huan, and after a long while said, "I imprisoned Fei Zhan Kong because his evasion and concealment techniques are extraordinarily impressive—something I have never seen before."

Ding Huan had also witnessed Fei Zhan Kong's evasion technique—it left not the slightest trace.

Originally, during a desperate escape, he ambushed Shi Changyi, who sensed not the faintest hint of it.

Seeing Ding Huan listen intently, Jia Baihe continued:

"Ding Sect Master, may I speak with you alone? If you are willing, please come down."

As he spoke, Jia Baihe pointed to the underground passage where Fei Zhan Kong had just been imprisoned.

"Ding Huan, don't trust him," Dan Beishu immediately said.

Ding Huan smiled: "If even a wounded man can harm me, then he's worthy of his reputation."

With those words, Ding Huan stepped first into the underground space where Fei Zhan Kong had been imprisoned.

He had calculated it—all was safe. Moreover, he had scanned below with his divine sense and found only one Level Seven Entrapment and Annihilation Array.

To him, a Level Seven Entrapment and Annihilation Array was no different from a child's toy.

Jia Baihe froze—he had not expected Ding Huan to actually descend.

He immediately leapt down after him, then raised his hand to seal the entrance above.

"Ding Sect Master, I must admire your courage," Jia Baihe said as soon as he landed, his tone growing firmer.

He could sense that although Ding Huan was unafraid of his poison, his cultivation had not reached the Human Immortal realm—he was the weakest among this group.

Yet even if his strength were minimal, he was still a Land Immortal of Mid-Stage.

A Land Immortal of Mid-Stage could crush Ding Huan even without poison.

Ding Huan coldly smiled: "Is your reliance merely this toy array? I won't kill you—but that doesn't mean you can use a toy array to annoy me."

"You know?" Jia Baihe stared wide-eyed at Ding Huan, screaming silently inside.

He was a Level Seven Entrapment and Annihilation Array—Level Seven, Level Seven…

Ding Huan refused to answer, merely gazing calmly at Jia Baihe. If the other did not speak, he would leave immediately.

Jia Baihe took a deep breath, then spoke slowly:

"From the beginning, I never intended to kill you with the Level Seven Entrapment and Annihilation Array. I merely planned to trap you briefly, then escape. Now it seems my plan was flawed."

Ding Huan said calmly: "If you only wished to leave, you may go now. I said—I have no intention of killing you."

"I believe you," Jia Baihe nodded.

With that, he raised his hand and pulled.

To Ding Huan's astonishment, Jia Baihe was a woman.

His guess was correct—this person had indeed worn a disguise mask.

The disguise mask she wore was unquestionably a Postnatal Spirit Treasure—he had not detected it at all, only deduced it.

Ding Huan had seen too many beauties; after Qiu Xinyue restored her appearance, she was the pinnacle of female perfection—but even she fell slightly short compared to Jia Baihe.

Luo Huan Immortal, said to be the most beautiful woman in the Ascension Realm, would feel ashamed before Jia Baihe.

Ding Huan strained to think—among all the women he knew, none could match Jia Baihe's beauty.

Even with a brush, one could not depict such perfect features.

This was an art meticulously sculpted by the Creator; even touching her felt like sacrilege.

This was still without Jia Baihe revealing her feminine form—if she did, she might be even more astonishing.

Ding Huan took a deep breath; he cultivated the Great Cosmos Art, which allowed him to maintain his composure.

"You are truly the most unusual man I have ever met," Jia Baihe said, moved by the fact that Ding Huan's heartbeat had not quickened at all. "That is why I am willing to tell you the reason and the story."

Ding Huan said flatly: "Just speak quickly. My patience is limited, and so is my time."

No matter how beautiful or young Jia Baihe appeared, in Ding Huan's eyes, she was still a woman several hundred years old.

Ding Huan did not know others' thoughts—he had created the Great Cosmos Art, forged his own Immortal Path, and reached a realm equivalent to a True God.

Yet his thinking had not yet broken free from tradition—at least, not yet.

"Good."

Jia Baihe said "good," then fell silent for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

After a full fifteen breaths, she began: "I come from a small alchemy sect called Ku Danmen. My father, Jia Xunchen, is the sect master of Ku Danmen…"

Ding Huan frowned: "Ku Danmen? I know it—it was once a minor sect in Nine Yuan City, apparently wiped out by Nine Yuan cultivators."