Although his martial arts skills had been weakened by Gong Honglai's iron palm, he refused to yield. He knew that the path to divinity would never be smooth—every challenge had to be faced personally, with strength, and strength again, overcoming one obstacle after another, before he could stand at the pinnacle of kingship. High Light roared, seizing the moment when the large flower snake went to devour a fly that had flown toward it, and with his thumb and forefinger, firmly pressed down on the snake's head. Then, he slammed it down—again, and again—until with a series of crisp snaps, the snake's body detached from his body. Startled, the large flower snake now gleamed with hunger, its eyes fixed on High Light as if it intended to swallow him whole. Yet, High Light drew a short blade from his waist, and with a swift motion, slashed it across the sky. A clean line from head to tail—cut through. A section of the snake's abdomen was opened. At the same time, he dripped the snake's blood into the two porcelain bowls within the cave, then removed the bitter gall and placed it into a third porcelain bowl. The tongue was severed. Seeing the culprit who had caused the incident being killed by Gao Liang, Dong Jiao naturally felt delighted, yet the sight of such a bloody scene made her a little afraid. "Husband, your face is turning paler and paler! What should we do? We don't have medicine to treat the centipede venom!" Before she finished speaking, she noticed Gao Liang pointing at her: "Wife! Your face! Your hands! It's not good! We're all poisoned! We're all poisoned!" Only then, using the mirror fragment at her side, did Dong Jiao realize her lips had turned dark and bluish. At the same time, she noticed small spots of red blisters appearing on her face—red blisters! Wow! Red blisters! Woe is me! How can she go out and see people now? She's currently filming "Dreams Broken in the Red Chamber"! What shall she do? What shall she do? "Wife, don't panic—drink this!" But when Gao Liang handed her a bowl of snake blood, she shook her head vigorously, as if waving a paddle, saying, "I won't drink! It's so disgusting!" Yet, when Gao Liang was clean and fresh, the delicate beauty Dong Jiao still held the bowl with trembling hands, swaying slightly and frowning. It seemed clear that force would have to be applied. Gao Liang snatched the bowl full of snake blood from Dong Jiao’s hands and drank it all in one go. Dong Jiao thought he had swallowed it completely and thus relaxed. But suddenly, she noticed Gao Liang moving swiftly toward her, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Assuming he was about to kiss her passionately, Dong Jiao didn’t close her lips, merely blushing slightly and gently opening her mouth in modestness. At that moment, however, Gao Liang, with a strong and assertive demeanor, poured the small amount of snake blood that hadn’t been drunk into Dong Jiao’s mouth, and then, with a smooth motion, gently inserted a bean-sized green-brown bitter gall into her. "Whoa! Oh!" Dong Jiao was completely unprepared—both the snake blood and the bitter gall had now entered her body. "Gao Liang! You’re so bad! You took me by surprise! Such a disgusting thing! I didn’t want to swallow it at all, and Dong Jiao showed her lady's airs. She extended her small, delicate palm and struck at Gao Huang's chest. Gao Huang didn't dodge; instead, he trembled slightly under the impact and gasped, "Whoa!" The snake blood and bitter bile that had been absorbed into his body were expelled. The bile landed into a fissure in the ground, while the blood instantly seeped into the limestone. Gao Huang's face grew increasingly bruised and pale. Meanwhile, Dong Jiao, who had been forced by Gao Huang to drink the snake blood and bile, saw her lips transform from dark to rosy red. The small spots on her delicate face—once dull and blotchy—had miraculously turned into clear, pink blisters. "This is truly counteracting the poison!" said Gao Huang, beads of sweat now forming on his forehead. Dong Jiao was deeply moved and felt a sense of responsibility. Had it not been for that initial gentle palm strike that had forced the snake blood and bile out of Gao Huang's chest, he would not have been in such peril. All this was due to her own stubbornness—adding so much trouble to her husband. Dong Jiao immediately lifted up Gao Liang, who was experiencing a toxic attack, and cried out in a desperate voice: "Husband! Husband! Please hold on! Hold on!" "Come and save your master!" Hearing the voice of the second lady, the three unreliable friends immediately rushed over. Fortunately, equipped with night vision goggles, they could clearly see what was happening inside the cave. The three friends rescued Gao Liang and tried to make their way out. But outside, the cries were deafening. It turned out that their movements had been exposed, and the Shaolin monks had reported this to Gong Hong, who was asleep. Gong Hong was furious and shouted, "You still haven't moved to act! Get moving and eliminate Gao Liang's entire group!" Immediately, a gathering of Shaolin monks assembled inside Dama Cave, under the commanding presence of Gong Hong, who, with his power and authority, now ruled with an iron hand. Gong Hong appeared like a demon in the cave, personally overseeing the campaign to eliminate Gao Liang. "All monks, let's go! Anyone who brings down Gao Liang's head will receive a reward of 100,000 yuan!" As soon as Gong Hong announced the reward, the monks became wildly enthusiastic, eager to prove themselves. One after another, they plunged into the cave. The cave was already narrow, and with hundreds of Shaolin disciples rushing in at once, the air became abnormally murky. Oxygen levels dropped, and some less skilled disciples began to feel numbness in their limbs and dizziness in their heads and eyes. "They're ahead! They won't be able to escape! Kill them!" shouted the group of loyal friends who had come to serve Gong Hong. Among the three close friends, the plump Deng and the reserved Yang supported Gao Liang's shoulders, dragging him helplessly as he stumbled through the chaos. As for Dong Qiao? She was being protected by the once-soft-hearted Wu, who had now grown remarkably strong under Gao Liang's exceptional training. When three or four Shaolin disciples charged at him, Wu showed no fear at all. He simply protected his stunningly beautiful second wife and roared, "Don't push me to fight!" Yet three or four disciples from the Shaolin Temple, thinking themselves superior, insisted on engaging in a fight. They found Miss Dong Jiao, the beauty, particularly attractive, with one disciple even using his iron staff to lift her chest dress, prompting the other Shaolin disciples to chuckle and smile with lust.