Chapter 80: The Ten Thousand Venom Spider Silk

Ruan Xiaoxiao remained suspicious.

On the other side, in a corner, a young girl with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features was clearly growing anxious.

Her name was Meng Qingwan, Ruan Xiaoxiao’s junior disciple. Unlike Ruan Xiaoxiao, who was ruthless and merciless, Meng Qingwan had received a proper education and detested endless slaughter.

“Senior Sister, this Xiang Nan doesn’t seem like the scheming type. Let’s trust him and let the people go. Our only goal is the magical treasure anyway—why hurt innocent people?”

The girl’s voice was bright and sweet, pleasant to the ear.

Xiang Nan could not help turning to look at her a few more times. She had eyes as soft and clear as spring water, so pitiable and lovely that one could hardly take one’s eyes away.

“This pretty little lady speaks sense. Once you get what you want, that’s enough. There’s no need to hurt anyone. Besides, those few are all armed police. Kill armed police, and you’ll be rotting in prison for life.”

“Are you threatening me?” Ruan Xiaoxiao sneered.

Xiang Nan chuckled. “You noticed? But that’s just the plain truth, isn’t it? What age is this? No matter how capable you are, can you really stand against the power of the state?”

Ruan Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, then finally nodded. “Fine. Their poison is nothing serious; in an hour, a splash of water will wake them. Throw the magical treasure to me now.”

“Pretty lady, could I trouble you to send them out first and hand them over to our people outside?” Xiang Nan turned and said with a smile to Meng Qingwan.

Meng Qingwan flushed faintly, then looked toward Ruan Xiaoxiao, waiting for her decision.

“I’m right here, and the treasure is right here too. Surrounded by so many experts, do you really think it can fly away?” Xiang Nan said, then put on an air of resignation and sat down leisurely in a chair.

“Senior Sister?” Meng Qingwan’s expression held a hint of pleading.

“All right, Junior Sister. Do as he says.” At last, Ruan Xiaoxiao relented.

A look of relief appeared on Meng Qingwan’s face.

Several girls carried Zhang Chen and the others out the door.

Outside the workshop, Wu Liang and the others were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. Several times they had wanted to rush in, but remembering Xiang Nan’s words, they held back.

Since Xiang Nan had gone in, Wu Liang had already called Xu Qingshan and requested backup.

By then the reinforcements had not yet arrived, and Wu Liang could only keep staring at his phone, hoping Xiang Nan would send some news or instructions from inside.

He was at a loss.

Then suddenly someone was thrown out of the workshop entrance—it was the first batch of armed police who had rushed in.

Wu Liang and the others immediately aimed their guns at the doorway.

“Hand over our young master, now! Otherwise I’ll wipe you out!” Wu Liang’s eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

“Our young master won’t be coming out for the moment. But if you dare rush in, he will surely die.” From the doorway came only a pleasant female voice, cool and light.

“Damn it!” Everyone from Eagle Alliance drew a sharp breath, unsure what to do.

“Brother Liang, Zhang Chen and the others… they’re dead! Let’s charge in and save the young master!”

“Right! We can’t wait any longer! Eagle Alliance cannot be without its young master!”

“Didn’t you hear her? If we rush in, the young master will die for sure!”

“That woman must be bluffing us! The young master is alone inside, with no one to look after him!”

For a moment, even Wu Liang could not decide whether to advance or hold.

The female voice by the door gave a soft laugh. “A bunch of grown men, yet none of you have the slightest idea what to do. I’ll say this only once: as long as your young master keeps his promise, he will be fine. And those armed police—they are not dead.”

When she finished, the faint sound of footsteps came from the doorway, and she had already gone back inside.

“Quick, go and help them over here!”

Everyone set down their weapons and rushed forward to carry Zhang Chen and the others out.

“They’re still alive. That woman didn’t lie.” Wu Liang checked for breath beneath Zhang Chen’s nose and finally let out a breath of relief.

Since Zhang Chen and the others were still alive, Xiang Nan would be fine too.

Inside the workshop, Ruan Xiaoxiao had already grown impatient. “The people have been sent out. Hand over the thing, now!”

Seeing that Meng Qingwan, who had spoken up for him earlier, had already brought the others back and even given him a rather friendly look, Xiang Nan said, “If you want it, then here you go!”

He took out the scroll shaft and casually tossed it into the air.

The interior of this abandoned factory was extremely high, with a ceiling seven or eight meters up.

Xiang Nan deliberately threw it toward a more open corner, hoping to draw Ruan Xiaoxiao away so he could make a run for it.

But Ruan Xiaoxiao had her own plan.

She had long since investigated him. Xiang Nan was a martial prodigy; in less than two months, he had already undergone a second return to his ancestral bloodline.

Though he was only a second-tier cultivator, he could nearly stand against her. Given more time, his cultivation would certainly surpass hers.

Today, under pressure from the situation, he had no choice but to hand over the treasure. But once his cultivation exceeded hers, he would surely come to seize it again. And the enmity had already been formed—why leave herself such a hidden danger for the future?

So no matter what, she would never let Xiang Nan go.

Seeing him throw the treasure to the other side, she shot toward the scroll shaft, while at the same time several strands of spider silk burst from her hand, striking straight at Xiang Nan.

“Watch out!” Meng Qingwan cried out and threw herself toward him.

From Ruan Xiaoxiao’s posture, she had already seen that her senior sister meant to leave no one alive and would not let go of either the man or the goods.

No one could withstand her senior sister’s venomous spider silk; anyone struck by it was certain to die.

For reasons she herself did not understand, she did not want Xiang Nan to die.

Xiang Nan was focused entirely on breaking out and had not expected Ruan Xiaoxiao to have such a killing move.

The spider silk came too fast, and it was invisible to the naked eye. How could Xiang Nan possibly dodge it?

At the critical moment, Meng Qingwan threw herself at him without a thought. At first Xiang Nan was still a little stunned—why was this girl lunging at him? And her posture did not look like an attack at all; rather, it seemed as if she was trying to shield him from something.

The next instant.

“Aah!”

The girl let out a scream and collapsed into Xiang Nan’s arms, the two of them rolling to the ground together.

“Xiao Qing, how could you be so foolish!” Ruan Xiaoxiao roared in a hoarse voice. She had not expected her lethal strike to land on her junior disciple instead.

Xiang Nan’s face changed drastically, and only then did he realize the girl had been trying to block that fatal blow for him.

“How are you?” Xiang Nan asked anxiously, supporting her.

On the girl’s back, black blood seeped through her clothes. Fine, nearly invisible threads of spider silk had already pierced deep into her body.

“Chew this and swallow it quickly—it can save your life!” Xiang Nan hurriedly stuffed a resurrection herb into the girl’s mouth and held her chin to help her chew.

“Let go of my junior sister!” Ruan Xiaoxiao caught the scroll shaft falling from the air with one hand, and with the other shot out spider silk, attacking Xiang Nan once more.

The first time, he had suffered because he had failed to notice it. The second time, now that Xiang Nan knew, how could he possibly be caught again?

Lifting the dying Meng Qingwan into his arms, Xiang Nan pushed off the ground and shot seven or eight meters away in an instant.

Several women from the Hundred Flowers Alliance tried to rush in and seize him, but like the spider silk, they all missed their mark.