Gold was elated. As soon as he arrived here, he wanted to stretch his legs. After all, moving around in the jungle is much more liberating than coiling around someone’s wrist. Plus, who knows, he might even gather some underlings. Haven’t you noticed how Xiaohei is always showing off? Isn’t it just because he has some followers? This king doesn’t care for that, but if I do, those underlings will be at my beck and call in no time.

Of course, this wasn’t the time for daydreaming; he hadn’t forgotten his mission.

But there were more than twenty cult members and over forty Medicinal Soldiers here. Killing them wouldn’t be quick, and his venom was far too precious to be wasted on these lackeys.

Such lowly tasks as biting should be left to underlings, and after a round, he had brought quite a few poisonous snakes. Naturally, those with mild venom weren’t qualified to come.

Soon, cries of people being bitten by snakes echoed through the area.

Moreover, such sounds continued to come, and then everyone noticed that poisonous snakes had swarmed in from all directions at some point.

"What’s happening?" A cult member patrolling at the front suddenly became frightened, "I just got transferred here; I’m not going to die, am I?"

Gu Qingheng was also scared: "Could we have angered the Mountain God? Cough, cough, I’ve heard, isn’t the Emperor the Real Dragon Emperor? Doesn’t that make his son a little dragon? Could holding the little dragon captive here have angered the real dragon? Otherwise, why doesn’t the medicine powder work anymore?"

Hearing this, the people around couldn’t help but exchange worried glances. What if there’s some truth to this?

The snakes, being devoid of intelligence, made no distinction between people, and a few charged straight at Gu Qingheng.

Gu Qingheng had no choice but to draw the sword from his waist to slay those snakes, but soon, Gold rushed over, opened its mouth wide at those indiscriminate snakes, scaring the underlings so much that they quickly turned to find other targets.

Watching the cult member who had just been talking to him fall, Gu Qingheng could only sigh and turn towards the cave. It wasn’t that he lacked compassion, but he truly couldn’t muster any sympathy for the Flame Sect members. How many of these people’s hands aren’t stained with blood?

However, while the poisonous snakes could kill people, they couldn’t kill herbalists; it was unclear how the Flame Sect managed it, but it seemed as if the herbalists had already decided among themselves. After the cult members were attacked, they didn’t go to rescue them but instead gathered collectively towards the cave. Some cult members ran over to avoid the snakes but were directly killed by the Medicinal Soldiers.

Seeing this, Gu Qingheng realized that these herbalists had probably been indoctrinated: in case of any disturbance, their job was to keep an eye on the ones in the cave. With so many herbalists blocking the entrance, no matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t defeat them all.

At this moment, all he could do was send a signal to call Dao Xuzi and the others for help.

"I say, how did you manage all of this?" Ran Lei, though unsure of how Gu Qingheng did it, could see that in just half a day, things here had been stirred up significantly. Clearly, he was no ordinary person.

Gu Qingheng chuckled: "I haven’t succeeded yet, these Medicinal Soldiers are much tougher than those cult members." The small leader controlling these Medicinal Soldiers with bird calls was already dead, so if they wanted to enter the stone cave now, they would have to defeat all these Medicinal Soldiers.

"A fight? I’m in!" Ming Guang said excitedly as he stood up.