Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?! Chapter 485 Resolving the Misunderstanding

"Help! Fellow cultivator, please stop, help!"

Old Yu wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating due to poison or if there really was a cultivator passing by. Suddenly he saw two figures approaching from afar and hurriedly called for help: "Quickly help... "

He rubbed his blurry old eyes and then realized one of the newcors was the little toxic girl. His catfish whiskers drooped imdiately, feeling deflated, "It’s all over now!"

Having lived in the Mist Barrier Swamp from a young age, Old Yu had deep feelings for his holand. Although life was sowhat impoverished, it was at least safe. Of course, if the little toxic girl could die early or leave, it would be even safer!

When he was still a little fish demon, he knew there was a terrifying old toxic creature deep in the swamp.

With a peculiar temperant, this creature emitted terrifying poisonous gases all over its body, frequently wandering the deepest parts of the Secret Realm. Other demon cultivators witnessed with their own eyes how even the most troubleso poisonous demon beasts would be poisoned to death wherever the old toxic creature went.

Moreover, the old toxic creature would carry the poisoned dead demon beasts on its shoulder back to its cave, viewed from afar as a horrifying figure adorned with poisonous snakes and scorpions!

Rumor has it that the old toxic creature swallowed the flesh and blood of those spoils alive, skinned and boned them to wipe its body, which is how it had such terrifying toxic gas. Anyone who approached within a yard would undoubtedly die.

No demon cultivator dared to approach the island deep in the swamp where this creature resided.

It’s vaguely heard that the old toxic creature had two sons who were also poisoned to death by him, and later he only had a silent little granddaughter beside him. Eventually, he quietly died as well.

Rumors claim the granddaughter is a thousand tis more poisonous than her grandfather. Once one tiger couldn’t tolerate another on the sa mountain, she poisoned the old creature to survive. How tough was that? Who could withstand it?

This little girl was even more ghost-like, so the demon cultivators tried to avoid her as much as possible. At least both sides didn’t interfere with each other.

If the little toxic girl didn’t agree to help and refused to co forward, Old Yu knew he would surely die tonight;

But if the girl wasn’t afraid of the night butterflies attacking and ca to help, he would still die from her terrifying toxic gases!

The young man beside her, who managed to stay so close without being poisoned, clearly wasn’t ordinary either, hoping they would save him? It seed better to hope for a quick death.

Whether left or right, it was all death; Old Yu shouted in despair, "It’s all over now! It’s all over now!"

"Hold on, fellow cultivators!" Jiang Yuan saw several people fall amidst chaos, and most remaining demon cultivators couldn’t even stand up straight.

He blew a breath, and the paper cranes and birds in his palm grew larger with the wind, flying away in a swoosh.

The paper cranes gently rescued the struggling, unconscious demon cultivators trapped in the swamp; the paper birds tangled with the night butterflies. The paper creations were not afraid of the night butterflies’ venom, and their sharp, long beaks easily found opportunities to peck the butterflies to death.

[Night Butterfly Wings 2]

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Having rescued people and acquired spoils of war, Jiang Yuan was very pleased with the effectiveness of his simplified paperman and paper horse creations that he had crafted in the real world during his spare ti.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to level up the Paperman and Paper Horse Skill without knowing when he could freely create, to try out whether Gundams or starships are useful.

"Old Yu, are we in a dying hallucination?"

"My leg aches so much, could it be rotting from the night butterflies’ bites?"

"Boohoo... I’ve acted with compassion and accumulated rit all my life, how could I end up like this..."

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In total, eighteen demon cultivators either slept heavily or cried dazedly. Having brushed the edge of death, they lost all the poise and deanor a cultivator should have.

Chan Yu’s vision was poor; he couldn’t clearly see what thod Jiang Yuan had used. He only saw him blow a breath and release a group of formidable beings, aiding and expelling the night butterflies.

The other party rode on a white crane throughout without moving, easily controlling the night butterflies that were thorny for swamp demon cultivators!

Chan Yu took a secret peek at Jiang Yuan’s calm deanor and thought about how having such a powerful human cultivator willing to befriend him showed how kind-hearted he was.

"Jiang Yuan kindly saved you... shouldn’t you all thank him?" She was nervous and timid facing so many cultivators, but her best friend’s unrequited rescue made her quite dissatisfied, so she bravely spoke out for him.

"Huh? We’ve... been saved?"

"It seems real; I’m not in pain anymore."

"Maybe... it’s close to death..."

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The scale powder toxins left them dazed and groggy, making their speech sowhat unclear.

Fortunately, while the system was identifying these demon cultivators, it also pointed out how to cure the poison they were afflicted with. Jiang Yuan and Chan Yu found so nectar nearby to counteract the poison, gradually waking them all up.

"We are all demon cultivators from the swamp, having so skills in avoiding poison and hoping to find rare flowers and herbs in the Secret Realm to exchange for so Spirit Stones. We never expected to encounter a swarm of night butterflies. Thanks for the life-saving grace, fellow cultivator!"

Once awake, the demon cultivators tidied themselves up using the Cleaning Technique, offering a collective bow of gratitude.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand with a smile, saying, "It was just a small effort. If you want to thank soone, it should be Chan Yu. She guided here to encounter you all and also found the nectar to detoxify you all."

Unexpectedly, he credited the achievent to her, causing Chan Yu’s cheeks to flush as she shyly bowed her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, not even daring to breathe.

"Thank you... thank you, Chan Yu, for saving our lives!"

The demon cultivators exchanged glances before, led by Old Yu, they thanked the "Little Toxic Girl," simultaneously filled with questions. Why was there no trace of poison on her?

Could she really be the infamous Little Toxic Girl?

No way! Rumor had it she was a more dreadful existence than the old toxic creature!

"I’ve heard that Chan Yu feels deeply misunderstood by her swamp neighbors. Today, having witnessed it, you should all understand now." Jiang Yuan took the chance to clarify, "Chan Yu isn’t a toxic creature or an evil cultivator, nor does she harm people. As for hunting those highly venomous demon beasts in the Secret Realm, she’s actually collecting toxins for selling."

He pulled out a jade bottle from his Storage Bag, "Look, refining such a bottle of toxin can sell for two hundred Spirit Stones. I ca to visit her because I want to buy various toxins in bulk. If any of you also want to earn so Spirit Stones, you might consider collecting and bringing them to Chan Yu’s place for her evaluation and sale at market price."

What?!

Such a small bottle of toxin can sell for two hundred Spirit Stones?!

Does that an the trendous effort we put into collecting herbs for just dozens of Spirit Stones was worthless?

"Fellow cultivator, is this true?"

"She indeed doesn’t emit any toxic gas; we’ve been deceived all these years?"

"No, whose rumors are these? Had we known earlier, would we have foolishly sold herbs cheaply?"

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Confronted with reality and profit, all demon cultivators instantly realized and slapped their thighs in regret.

Catching the montum, Jiang Yuan sighed, "Perhaps soone was envious of Chan Yu’s grandfather’s ability to purify toxins and earn Spirit Stones, so they started these slanderous rumors to exploit cheap herbs, and all fellow cultivators were misled!"

"Chan Yu, it’s our fault for not knowing the truth and spreading false stories. We’ve wronged you all these years," Old Yu apologized and tentatively asked, "This fellow’s toxin purchasing prices are indeed generous, but we... don’t know how to refine them!"

This was easily solvable; Jiang Yuan’s lips slightly curled—a suggestion for Chan Yu to start a training class.

This modern-world model of teaching skills and collecting refined products was too common, allowing her to profit imnsely without even leaving ho.