Although he was puzzled, Tang Ming couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it. He’d never seen anything like this before, so dwelling on it was pointless. He redirected his attention back to those eggshells.
"This thing is so toxic. I’m not confident I can fully refine it. If I swallow it rashly and sothing happens, I won’t be able to save myself."
Tang Ming thought for a mont, then took out his phone and dialed Xin Badao.
"Hello! Poison Boss, what are your orders?"
Xin Badao answered the call imdiately.
"Where are you and Chu Batian?" Tang Ming asked directly.
"We are practicing in the room. The three ladies haven’t gone to rest yet, so we’re afraid to sleep."
Xin Badao replied truthfully.
"Then you two co to my room right now. I have sothing good for you."
Tang Ming said mischievously.
"Okay, we’ll be there right away."
As soon as they heard this, there was a loud commotion on the other end of the phone.
"What’s happening?"
Tang Ming was slightly surprised and then heard Xin Badao’s voice again: "Poison Boss, we’re here."
Tang Ming’s mouth twitched. That speed—like the Flash!
He opened the door, and Xin Badao and Chu Batian dashed in, looking at Tang Ming with eager faces: "Poison Boss, what good stuff do you have for us?"
"Yes, yes. You must have had quite so harvest at the Martial Arts Conference. We didn’t expect you’d bring us gifts. What a surprise."
Chu Batian rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear.
"You two are the top leaders of the Poison Sect. Can’t you at least act like the Sect Master and the Great Elder?"
Tang Ming reproached them speechlessly.
"Hehe, you are the Poison Boss of the Poison Sect. In front of you, we’re just little brothers. What’s a Sect Master and a Great Elder?"
Xin Badao smiled shalessly at Tang Ming.
"I give up on you guys."
Tang Ming rolled his eyes and pointed to the ashtray on the table: "This is the good stuff I prepared for you. Each of you, eat a piece. I want to see your reactions."
"Huh?"
Xin Badao and Chu Batian were dumbfounded.
They thought Tang Ming would give them sothing good but didn’t expect he would make them eat ashes. The contrast was intense.
"Poison Boss, if we made any mistakes, just punish us. There’s no need to make us eat ashes, right?"
Xin Badao looked at Tang Ming with a sullen face.
"Yes, yes."
Chu Batian nodded repeatedly. As the Sect Master and Great Elder of the Poison Sect, having to eat ashes would be humiliating if word got out.
"What are you thinking? Am I the kind of person who would ss with you?"
Tang Ming rolled his eyes and pointed at the ashtray: "This is... Forget it, just eat it already."
"Fine, I’ll eat it."
Seeing Tang Ming getting angry, Xin Badao quickly complied and reached for the thing in the ashtray.
"Hey, don’t grab it like that. Use Gang Qi to wrap your hand, or your hand will be ruined."
Tang Ming hurried to remind him.
"Is it that serious?"
Xin Badao was startled and quickly pulled back his hand.
Hearing this, Chu Batian’s eyes lit up. He knew the thing in the ashtray wasn’t just ashes. He imdiately condensed Gang Qi around his hand, picked up an eggshell, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Damn, you beat to it."
Seeing Chu Batian eat it, Xin Badao cursed and quickly ate a piece of eggshell as well.
"How do you feel?"
Tang Ming nervously asked, staring at Xin Badao and Chu Batian.
"Nothing much, just that it doesn’t taste good. A bit bitter."
Chu Batian smacked his lips, looking at Tang Ming in confusion.
"And it’s hard. Took a long ti to chew it up."
Xin Badao added while picking his teeth.
"That’s impossible. How could... your faces."
Tang Ming paused halfway through his sentence, his eyes widened as he stared at Xin Badao and Chu Batian. Their faces had turned pitch black.
"Our faces... Ah, my stomach hurts."
Xin Badao suddenly scread in pain.
"Quick, activate the Cultivation Technique I taught you."
Tang Ming’s eyes lit up as he loudly reminded them.
Sweating profusely, Xin Badao and Chu Batian quickly sat down and began to frantically cultivate.
Watching their bodies being enveloped in black Gang Qi, Tang Ming beca excited. This thing was indeed extraordinary. It could even cause pain to Xin Badao and Chu Batian, definitely the most toxic thing he had ever seen.
As Xin Badao and Chu Batian continued cultivating, they entered a ditative state, their bodies flickering with black light, making the scene look eerie. But fortunately, they weren’t in any danger.
Seeing this, Tang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t really using them as guinea pigs; he just wanted to see their reactions to the eggshells.
With his dical skills, even if Xin Badao and Chu Batian were in danger, he could save them. But if sothing happened to him, it would be troubleso.
Seeing them enter the cultivation state smoothly, Tang Ming felt reassured. Now, he just had to wait for them to finish cultivating and see the results.
In the middle of the night, Tang Ming, who was acting as a protector for Xin Badao and Chu Batian, received Lin Canghai’s call, saying he had arrived.
After hanging up, Tang Ming took the suitcase with the Star-falling Iron and left the room.
"Tang Xin, I ca as soon as you called. Isn’t that being a good friend?"
Lin Canghai greeted warmly as soon as he saw Tang Ming step outside.
"Good friend my ass!"
Tang Ming rolled his eyes at Lin Canghai and said displeasedly: "You tricked into joining the useless Dark Group. And you call that being a good friend?"
"Bro, the Dark Group is at least an official special departnt. As long as you don’t clash with the Ming Group, you can do pretty much whatever you want in the country. That’s a special privilege."
Lin Canghai looked at Tang Ming in frustration. So many people wanted to join the Dark Group but didn’t have the qualifications. He had directly made Tang Ming a high-ranking mber, yet instead of being grateful, Tang Ming was full of complaints. It was infuriating.
"Alright, alright, I don’t want to argue with you."
Tang Ming tossed the suitcase to Lin Canghai impatiently: "This is the Star-falling Iron that the military research institute needs. I’m giving it to you now. Take it to Songlan City as soon as possible."
"Don’t worry. As soon as I wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll head straight to Songlan City."
Lin Canghai seriously nodded after taking the suitcase and then curiously asked: "You’re not going back to Songlan City. What are you planning to do? Need any help?"
"I have so matters to handle. If I need your help, I’ll call you."
Tang Ming nodded gratefully.
"Alright then, you take care. Anyway, your position in the Dark Group is higher than mine now. I need you to protect , so you probably don’t need my help."
Lin Canghai said sowhat dejectedly. He had always looked up to Tang Ming as a goal, but now Tang Ming’s cultivation was gone, and he’d lost his drive.
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