Sixty feet above the Simulated Peach-Blossom Cave, the Main Air-Conditioning & Poison-Gas Mixing Room hummed like the belly of a mechanical hornet.
At the center of the iron-plated chamber stood three massive, ten-ton pressurized glass cylinders filled with swirling, neon-pink Nine-Heavens Love-Melting Poison Gas. A forbidden Rank 8 Early alchemical neurotoxin that Dean Hua Cong had brewed from ten thousand corrupted spirit-orchids to paralyze female cultivators’ dantians and rewrite their memories.
Because the gas tanks were the secret backbone of every “miraculous Harem conquest” in the department, Dean Hua Cong hadn’t left them unguarded.
Wait—curled around the main brass pressure pipe at the base of the tanks were two hideous, barn-sized Rank 8 Early Three-Eyed Venom-Spitting Toads!
Covered in purple-black pustules that dripped corrosive acid strong enough to melt star-iron, the two Rank 8 Venom Toads had been raised on a diet of venomous scorpions and human blood. Worse still, the master intake valve between their heads was sealed with a Toxic Blood-Marrow Lock that would dissolve an ordinary intruder’s fingers to the bone the instant they touched the wheel!
CROOOOOAK—HSSSS!
As ten-year-old Su Nuannuan landed softly on the iron grating in her little leather mary-jane shoes and yellow bunny apron, both barn-sized Rank 8 Venom Toads snapped their three blood-red eyes open!
