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Chapter 4432: 5.0184 Who Is It?

Ya Si immediately understood, nodding. "It's a deal."

Being able to save Ya Qi'er's life was already good enough. All it meant was sending her to the Northern Desert for some training. Who knows, it might even significantly improve her abilities and combat strength.

Of course, whether Ya Qi'er could understand her older brother's painstaking efforts remained to be seen.

Ya Li glanced at Ming Ya Si, moved his lips, but under the latter's stern gaze, he ultimately closed his mouth.

He finally had a bit of sense; he had naturally seen that the little poker-face had already developed murderous intent towards Ya Qi'er.

If Ya Qi'er continued to be so ignorant, she could very well end up as a cold corpse.

Given that poker-face's unyielding personality, if she truly intended to kill, even his elder brother... might not be able to stop her.

The poison Ding Yun administered was related to his unique abilities.

Ordinary antidotes were completely ineffective; only a pharmacist could cure it.

However, if the antidote's potency level was lower than his special ability level, it also wouldn't work.

Ming Ya Si looked at him with some vigilance.

For most people, special groups like poison masters and evil body masters seemed to be categorized as malicious and were greatly feared.

Ya Qi'er was knocked unconscious and carried away. Qiao Mu, seeing this, gave a very disdainful look.

To faint after only about twenty blows, it showed how truly pampered she was.

After all, she wasn't just an ordinary person; she was clearly a spiritual master, yet her body was so frail. She was truly a piece of trash built up by drugs, with no comparison to a genuinely ascended spiritual master.

Ya Li, seeing the little poker-face's gaze, felt extremely disheartened again.

However, this time he was smarter. He silently kept his mouth shut, no longer confronting this person.

Qiao Mu walked along the "grand training ground," looking at the excavated stone wall opening beside them. "Is that a tunnel?"

"It connects to a cavern of similar size to this one," Rong Qing said, walking beside her. "When we arrived, we had already cleared out those corpses."

"At first, everyone thought they were corpse puppets produced by Tianyun," Rong Qing's voice paused. "Now that I think about it, it truly is as you said, the Ghost Fire Heart-Devouring Insects."

"No wonder after killing the corpses, two clusters of faint fire always emerged from their eyes."

"Those things shouldn't be hard to deal with," Rong Qing thought, remembering how the Ghost Fire Heart-Devouring Insects were destroyed with a single strike. "It's just that we don't know how many there are."

Although their numbers were not small, if a real battle broke out in this cave, the flying spiritual power might accidentally injure their own people.

At that point, they really wouldn't know whether to fight or not.

"How big is this place?" Qiao Mu suddenly asked.

"It probably isn't too small," Rong Qing mused slightly. "Just these two caverns can accommodate over twenty thousand people, so you know the extent of this underground grotto."

"I wonder if the person who trapped you here can hear us," Qiao Mu mumbled to herself.

"What?"

Rong Qing looked down to see the little poker-face reaching out and pulling out a trumpet-shaped object.

He involuntarily twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then, the little girl's hands rapidly moved, throwing out dozens of talisman papers.

Immediately, ripples appeared around them.

Rong Qing raised an eyebrow. "Soundproof wall?"

Then came several soft whooshes, and a faint boom exploded.

Ming Ya Si walked over, looking around. "Someone actually set up a soundproof wall? Why?"

"Naturally, they found you noisy," Qiao Mu replied honestly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.