"What's the issue with these two mountain peaks?" Lu, the elder, glanced at the two lofty peaks and saw no obvious difference. "From here, we can head toward either peak and converge at a point to reach the fire toad creature's lair. However, on the left, there lives a group of legendary 'Flying Purple-Winged Scorpions.' Though only about a dozen, each one is exceptionally fierce. It's likely that passing through this mountain range will disturb them. Once that happens, the situation will become quite troublesome." After a moment of hesitation, Nan Long Hou finally explained the matter. "Flying Purple-Winged Scorpions? The very ones that appeared once in Wangshui Kingdom, and which once wiped out all the cultivators of Lanhai Sect?" Lu Weiying gasped, exclaiming in surprise. Upon hearing the term 'Flying Purple-Winged Scorpions,' Han Li also visibly stiffened, his expression growing serious. "Exactly. It's the same species. In fact, the scorpions here seem even more formidable than those that appeared in Wangshui Kingdom. Each of them has lived for tens of thousands of years, and their bodies are now entirely dark purple." "Nanlong Hou sighed and continued. "Nanlong Daojun, are you jesting? With such refined purple-patterned scorpions, how could we possibly dare to confront them? Even if only a few—well, that would be manageable. With careful preparation, we might succeed. But now there are over a dozen! If we proceed, won't we be courting certain death?" Lu Weiying could no longer contain her impatience, fixing her gaze directly on Nanlong Hou with an unyielding tone. "It seems, according to Lu brother's intention, we shall take a different route. Yet that path is even more perilous. Between our current location and the next mountain peak, there lies a stretch where numerous invisible fissures exist. Due to their sheer number, we simply cannot bypass them, nor can we identify their exact positions. To venture through this region at all requires considerable courage. I believe, without further elaboration, both of you already understand the risks involved." Nanlong Hou expressed a look of helplessness. Lu Weiying stood momentarily stunned. Invisible spatial fissures—indeed! This truly isn't any safer than facing a dozen purple-striped scorpions. As the elder stood still, Han Li heard the mention of the invisible fissure and glanced toward the distance, his eyes briefly brightening. "It seems Master Anguo took the route involving spatial fissures back then. After all, he had the ability to sense the presence of such invisible fissures." Han Li, who had remained silent until now, spoke calmly, his voice conveying neither joy nor sorrow. Upon hearing this, Nan Long Hou was momentarily taken aback, then smiled wistfully. "You're absolutely right. This is precisely where I find myself at a loss. We lack the divine abilities that Master Anguo possessed, allowing us to safely evade these fissures. In comparison, I still feel more confident in engaging the purple-striped scorpions directly." "No, we must not even consider encountering the purple-striped scorpions. You all know only what you've heard secondhand about the events in Wai Shui Kingdom. When I was young, I personally represented Tianji Men in the campaign against the purple-striped scorpions." Its terrifying nature far exceeds your imagination. To encounter even a dozen of them at once would mean certain death. The old man with the Lu surname shook his head vigorously, as if the rhythm of a drumbeat were being struck, and outright rejected the suggestion. The Lu surname elder's profound fear of the Purple-Wrinkled Scorpion greatly surprised Nanlong Marquis. He had originally believed that the trio working together could stand a chance against these flying scorpions, but now that belief began to waver, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face. At this moment, Han Li frowned, his mind drawing upon the records of the Strange Insects Scroll regarding the Purple-Wrinkled Scorpion. According to the scroll, the Flying Purple-Wrinkled Scorpion ranked 14th, nearly adjacent to the Golden-Devouring Insect, one of the ancient marvels of the insect world. This particular scorpion was highly esteemed by the cultivator who had perished at Han Li's hands during the previous encounter. Had it not been for the rare egg-laying nature of this scorpion, which limited its numerical advantage, its rank would likely have surpassed that of the Golden-Devouring Insect. While lacking the Golden-Devouring Yet with these alone, they have managed to secure such an outstanding position on the Unusual Insects List. As for the purple-striped scorpion atop the earlier mountain peak, it has resided in the Falls of the Demonic Realm for countless tens of thousands of years, having evolved into its final, fully mature deep-purple form. Its terrifying nature is thus beyond imagination. Nevertheless, judging by Nanlong Marquis' demeanor, he seems only half-aware of this creature's true prowess. In contrast, the elder named Lu appears to have suffered significant setbacks at the hands of this scorpion, clearly displaying a sense of apprehension. Observing the Marquis' increasingly gloomy expression, Han Li could not help but chuckle internally. It seems that he only brought up the matter of the purple-striped scorpion now, after they've all arrived—perhaps with no genuine intention of goodwill, but rather setting traps for them to fall into. After all, having reached this point, neither Han Li nor the elder Lu would willingly abandon their journey and retreat empty-handed. They would have to face this challenge head-on together. Otherwise, their efforts would surely come to naught. Reflecting on this, Han Li paused, recalling all he knew about the purple-striped scorpion, After all, if he took a different path, his ability to perceive and penetrate every spatial rift would be revealed—this was his greatest strength in this valley of falling demons. He would never disclose it unless absolutely necessary. As Han Li lowered his head and pondered, the elder named Lu stood motionless, his expression gloomy and a hint of anxiety visible in his eyes. Meanwhile, Nan Long Marquis watched the mountain where the purple-striped scorpion was located, his demeanor shifting between concern and uncertainty. For a moment, the three of them seemed frozen in place, unable to move forward or retreat. After an indeterminate period of silence, Han Li's expression changed, and he raised his head, a gentle smile now spreading across his face. Though the Nan Long Marquis and Elder Lu appeared distracted, they were quietly observing the others' movements. As soon as Han Li made any noticeable gesture, the Marquis immediately turned and asked, "Is there a plan, Han brother?" His voice carried a subtle sense of anticipation. Upon hearing this, Elder Lu also felt a spark of interest and fixed his gaze on Han Li. Han Li did not immediately respond, but with one hand he lightly brushed against his storage sack, and a small green bottle appeared in his palm. "I wonder if either of you has heard of the Ten Absolute Poisons," he said calmly. "The Ten Absolute Poisons? I've heard of them somewhat. It's said that these are extraordinary poisons of incredible potency—so potent that even among us cultivators, if struck by them, one may fall instantly. I've heard that Master Wei Wuyi specializes in poison techniques and can effectively utilize the 'Viper's Corpse Poison' among the Ten Absolute Poisons. As a result, other cultivators dare not approach him within ten zhang, or else they would perish instantly from the poison. As for the other poisons in the Ten Absolute Poisons, I've heard little about them." The elder named Lu said, somewhat surprised. "But I've heard that, beyond their intense toxicity, each of the Ten Absolute Poisons has some unique and remarkable applications. Is it possible that the one in your hand is one of them?" Nan Long, as if suddenly recalling something, stared intently at the small bottle in Han Li's hand, his voice becoming more urgent. "It seems I didn This vial contains the "Bijiu" among the Ten Supreme Poisons. The poison is said to be distilled from the saliva of the mythical bird, the "Bijizi Jiu." Not only is it extraordinarily potent, but its scent is intensely sharp and unforgettable—precisely the preferred poison of the world's most formidable venomous creatures. Han Li gently lifted the small vial and said, in a calm, measured tone. "Then, Brother Han means..." Lu Weiying suddenly understood, her face brightening with satisfaction. "There's no need to engage in a direct battle with the Purple-Wrinkled Scorpions. Simply use this poison to draw them away from the mountain peak, and we'll move in to seize the advantage." Han Li replied with clear precision. "How exactly can we use this poison to draw them away? Ah, I'm truly embarrassed—I completely forgot that you're an expert in puppetry. With just a few puppets coated in this poison, we can easily lure these scorpions away." At this, Nan Long Hou also smiled warmly. Hearing this, Han Li's expression remained unchanged, though a quiet thought stirred within him. "Nan Long Hou's words are indeed polished—just Regarding the summoning of monsters, it seems his several thousand-li orioles might also be quite suitable. Previously, when facing that colossal serpent beast, he had already destroyed several puppets. Inside, Han Li felt somewhat dissatisfied, yet he calmly nodded in agreement on the surface. After all, for such a minor matter, he wouldn’t want to clash with the other party. Indeed, the latter half of the route still required their guidance. And the bottle of Blue Pheasant’s toxin held in his hands was one of the masterpieces from the late Cangkun Master’s collection. With Han Li’s profound expertise in medicinal arts, he had instantly recognized the toxin upon merely smelling it, and had immediately taken it in hand, startled. Now reflecting, it seemed that Cangkun Master had deliberately preserved this toxin—specifically for the Purple-Wrinkled Scorpion. Otherwise, why would he have kept it hidden within the box? Yet, Cangkun Master, so meticulously planning every step for future beneficiaries, seemed rather overly enthusiastic. Something felt off. Then, recalling the three-headed, six-armed monster statue he had seen on the gallery at the site of the Master of Qingkun, Han Li felt as though there was something profound hidden within it. The Southern Long Marquis had once mentioned that the Master of Qingkun was his ancestor—so perhaps he knew more than he had let on. Nevertheless, no matter what secrets lay concealed, as long as Han Li secured the Fire Tortoise Monster's Elixir, he would have no further involvement. He would not get entangled in any complications. He would immediately part ways with these two. With this resolve firmly settled in his mind, Han Li's hands never ceased their movements. Under the guidance of the Nanlong Hou, all the giant apes silently moved toward the mountain on the left. After traveling a distance comparable to flight, Han Li turned his head and said in a low, steady voice: "Let's move as well. We can't allow ourselves to drift too far from the puppets. After all, these puppets are capable of drawing out the flying scorpions from the Multiverse—this remains uncertain. We must pass through this mountain as quickly as possible." The Nanlong Hou and the elder naturally had no objections and immediately followed the trajectory of the giant apes' flight. As the giant apes entered the mountain peak, and Han Li and his companions were only a few miles away, the three of them immediately cast spells to calm their breath and conceal their presence. At the same time, the giant ape puppets, with single hands, pressed hard on the small bottles in their hands, which instantly shattered. Immediately, strong, pungent odors spread out around the mountain peak. Several giant apes instantly transformed into bright white orbs and flew off in one direction.