Chapter 101: The Nine Poison Witch Maiden — Liu Qingli

After seeing the attacker, Chu Han felt a wave of shock and heartache surge through him. He had never imagined it would be her, and what hurt him most was that the woman before him now bore no resemblance to the one he knew.

Standing in front of him was none other than Liu Qingli, yet she was no longer the pure and gentle girl from before. Her once-flowing black hair now shimmered with a pale purple hue, her eyes carried the same ethereal violet tint, and her long fingernails gleamed jet black, giving her an otherworldly, almost sinister aura.

The way Liu Qingli looked at him was utterly foreign, as though they had never met in their lives. Killing intent radiated from her like a living thing, and Chu Han felt a deep pang of sorrow. The transformation had come at great cost, and he would shoulder the majority of the blame.

“Qingli, do you not recognize me? How did you become like this?”

Chu Han’s voice cracked with disbelief as he stepped forward, but his words were met with a vicious assault. A swirling orb of violet, malevolent gas coalesced in her palms and hurtled toward him, swallowing Chu Han and Li Fu whole. Chu Han caught a faint whiff and knew it was poison; he immediately ordered Li Fu to hold his breath.

At the same moment, blue lightning crackled across his right fist as he drove it into the cavern floor. The impact sent a howling gale through the space, scattering dust into a choking cloud that the wind quickly swept away, dissipating the toxic mist.

Chu Han had inhaled a trace of the poison and now felt dizzy. He gritted his teeth, channeling his true energy to purge the toxin from his system. Glaring at the wolf clan warriors sprawled on the ground, he demanded to know what they had done to turn Liu Qingli into this monster.

“What have you done to her? Why has she changed like this?”

He seized the man who had spoken, voice booming with fury, but Liu Qingli’s flying knife was already streaking toward him. Chu Han never saw it coming; the blade lodged harmlessly into the stone floor, leaving not a scratch on his body.

Liu Qingli’s brow furrowed as she studied him, clearly struggling to understand why her weapon had failed. Then she drew a long purple sword, its blade dripping with venomous fog that made the air itself seem poisonous.

“I told you before, even if you search for her, she will never leave with you. She is now the Nine Poison Witch of the Wolf Clan. She answers only to their commands and will never again depend on anyone. Her power has grown beyond measure; you are no match for her.”

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed wildly, clearly delighted. A Nine Poison Witch of such terrifying strength, and she had forgotten her former life, remembering only the Wolf Clan.

Chu Han’s rage boiled over. He lunged forward, but Liu Qingli’s sword was already there, a venomous serpent darting for his heart. Chu Han shoved the man aside and barely escaped the strike.

“Qingli, wake up! It’s Chu Han. I’m here to save you. Snap out of it—your father is waiting for you.”

He made no move to attack, only weaving through her strikes while trying to reach her. Yet she remained unresponsive, sword flashing in relentless assault.

Li Fu had already slipped out the moment Chu Han gave the order. His presence was useless here and would only hinder Chu Han, so he waited outside, ready to strike when the chance came.

Liu Qingli moved with blinding speed. In a straight race of speed, Chu Han—who had mastered the Thunder Emperor’s Cultivation Art—would have no chance against her. The long sword was deadly, yet it could not touch him.

She had clearly been mind-wiped, erasing her past memories. Chu Han had never seen anything like it and had no idea how to break the spell. Moreover, Liu Qingli now possessed the strength of the Yin Realm, augmented by that lethal poison, making her power terrifying. Subduing her would not be easy.

“It’s the Nine Poison Witch. Chu Han, your luck is truly remarkable. A being seen only once in a century appears before you.”

Just as Chu Han stood helpless, Jade’s voice rang out. Chu Han’s heart lifted with hope. Jade had lived far longer than most and would surely know how to handle such a creature.

Still dodging her relentless strikes, he asked, “Jade, what is happening? Why does she not recognize me, and how has her power grown to this terrifying level?”

“The path to becoming a Nine Poison Witch is extremely grueling. First, the body must contain vast quantities of poison without dying, then a single poison pill must be condensed in the dantian, absorbing every drop of toxin. Only then does the Nine Poison Witch take its first step.”

“Once completed, all former memories vanish. The creator can implant any new memories they wish. The poison of a Nine Poison Witch is lethal; even you cannot withstand her venom. After the transformation, she possesses the strength of the Yin Realm.”

Jade continued explaining the process. Chu Han listened, stunned. He had never imagined such a physique existed, let alone encountered it. The poison was utterly domineering; a mere whiff had nearly overwhelmed him.

“Refining a Nine Poison Witch is no simple matter. Most bodies cannot bear the required toxins and perish in the attempt. That is why such individuals appear only once every hundred years. This kind of power is monstrous; a single night of release could wipe out an entire city.”

After their fierce clash, Chu Han believed every word. This poison was a weapon of war. One could release it anywhere in a city and reduce it to ruins in a single night, and the attack would be nearly impossible to stop.

Chu Han shot a cold glance at the group, then summoned lightning into his right hand and struck out. Liu Qingli dodged with graceful ease. Her power now matched his own, leaving her an overwhelming threat.

“How can we undo a Nine Poison Witch? Tell me quickly!”

He shouted the question while retreating, unwilling to harm Liu Qingli. He dodged again and again, but time was running out. The cave was cramped, and once she unleashed her poison, no one within ten miles would survive.

“I truly don’t know how,” Jade answered with a note of fear. “I have seen the Nine Poison Witch only once before, and that was a half-step Heavenly Venerable. Her strength was terrifying. She was besieged by multiple sects, yet she still slew thirty more experts while trapped. In the end, two fists could not stand against four hands. She was killed, and when her poison pill exploded, it took every attacker with her. Such a physique is beyond comprehension. I advise you to flee at once; this is not something you can fight.”

Jade’s voice trembled, as though the memory of that ancient battle still haunted her. A half-step Heavenly Venerable facing a full Nine Poison Witch had required the combined strength of an entire sect to fell her, and even then the poison pill claimed all their lives. The horror of it remained vivid.