Oh?
Jiang Fan’s face showed surprise, “Is it because this sect doesn’t allow mining? Or is there another reason?”
The biggest reason he could think of was a conflict of interests.
The Seven-Colored Mine was being mined by the Nine-Sect simultaneously.
Although each had its designated area, conflicts were inevitable.
Lin Fanhai smiled bitterly:
“If it were in the past, it would indeed be as Junior Brother Jiang said.”
“But this time it’s different. The Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice was discovered by the Supreme Sect. They’re now begging other sects to mine this Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice, but no one dares to go.”
Is there such a thing?
Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered, “Is there a problem with this Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice?”
Lin Fanhai nodded, “More than a problem!”
“It’s a big problem!”
Saying this, he turned and went to the inner hall.
He took out a jade bottle.
It was covered with layer upon layer of sealing talismans, pasted tightly.
When holding it, Lin Fanhai was also very careful.
As if afraid of breaking it.
“I was planning to send this to the sect. Since Junior Brother Jiang is here, you can take a look.”
Jiang Fan took it and looked inside.
He saw a flow of seven-colored air currents circulating back and forth in the jade bottle.
His eyes narrowed slightly, “It looks like some kind of poison mist.”
Lin Fanhai showed a trace of surprise, “Junior Brother Jiang has good eyesight!”
“You can recognize it even through the jade bottle!”
“That’s right, this is the poison mist emitted from that Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.”
“Its toxicity is quite fierce!”
“Because of its presence, no one dares to mine that piece of Seven-Colored Mysterious Ice.”
The Seven-Colored Mine had been mined for decades.
In theory, disciples from various sects had encountered many emergencies and had long been experienced in handling them.
How could an ordinary poison mist stump them?
After a brief contemplation.
He opened the jade bottle, releasing a trace of seven-colored poison mist.
Unexpectedly.
This poison mist seemed to have a mind of its own once it spread.
It rushed towards the nearest Jiang Fan.
Qin Wangchuan’s eyelid twitched, and she exclaimed, “Be careful! It’s Bone-Corrosion Poison Mist!”
Even she, a Supreme Elder,
was very afraid of this poison mist.
But Jiang Fan did not dodge.
He raised his hand and swiftly grabbed the wisp of poison mist into his palm.
This action shocked Qin Wangchuan, “Throw it away! It will corrode your bones!”
This poison was extremely fierce.
If it touched the skin, it would immediately melt through flesh and corrode bones.
It clung on like a festering sore, impossible to shake off.
How could Jiang Fan catch it with his hand?
Lin Fanhai was also startled by Jiang Fan’s action, his heart skipping a beat, “Quick, cut off the flesh in your palm! Quick!”
The fearsome poison had already caused several disciples of the Supreme Sect to lose their lives.
Those lucky enough to survive had decisively cut off flesh, bones, or even limbs.
Anyone who hesitated ended up as a pile of ashes.
Jiang Fan calmly operated the poison pill within his body.
The Bone-Corrosion Poison Mist attached to his palm seemed to meet its nemesis, trying to escape from Jiang Fan’s grip, attempting to seep through his fingers.