Just as Han Qianling predicted, when the Red Cloud Python finally showed its head, they had already been coiled in the mountain stream for five days.
Fortunately, the years of cultivation were long, so even though everyone had been following Han Qianling's instructions and lying in wait for an attack for five consecutive days in the mountains, no one complained. During this time, Feng Xue even had time to ask Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling a question based on common sense from his past life: "Aren't pythons supposed to be non-venomous?"
The memories left to her by Hua Biyue were fragmentary. Knowing her current body's name and surname was already quite impressive; common sense couldn't be expected. Feng Xue, an outsider, had only acquired this knowledge halfway through, and her new life began in a place of death that had remained unchanged for eight hundred years. The only people she had met during this time were Xiao Ren, who was clearly missing a string, and Xie Chuncan, who had been trapped in a place of death since childhood. Therefore, much of her knowledge would need to be gradually supplemented in the future.
Luo Jiujiang patiently explained to her, "Except for a few special species, pythons are usually non-venomous when they are born. After three hundred years of cultivation, which is equivalent to the seventh level of human foundation building, they can spray poisonous mist from their cavity. The poisonous mist of foundation building cultivators usually only causes paralysis, but the poisonous mist of those who have reached the golden elixir level varies greatly depending on the species, and some can even kill ordinary cultivators on contact."
Feng Xue's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Living this long is really a cheat."
"Hmm." Luo Jiujiang was already accustomed to this communication style, which was interspersed with one or two words he didn't understand. He simply smiled and said, "We don't need to live long to advance to the next level of cultivation. Besides, the devil is one foot high, and the Tao is ten feet high. Sister Xue can just hold her breath when facing most of the poisonous fog."
"As for this Scarlet Cloud Python, it's not known for its venom, so Sister Xue, don't worry too much about it. We didn't go into the cave because the venom has been accumulating for years. I'm afraid it's seeped deep into the soil and has hardened into frost, making it a trap if we're not careful. But if the venom is sprayed outside, it can be dispersed in mid-air with a casual palm strike, no different from a slightly fishy vapor."
Feng Xue took note of his clear and coherent explanation and turned to Han Qianling to see if he had anything to add. Han Qianling's thorough knowledge of the species in the Holy Land had been noticed by everyone these days, and it had become common sense to consult him when they were unsure about something.
Han Qianling noticed Feng Xue's gaze, his shoulders tensed slightly, and he said calmly, "Jiujiang is an expert in snake handling. In front of experts, I always do more and talk less to avoid being laughed at."
The tone of his voice was calm, and his attitude was gentle, just like usual, yet Feng Xue felt something was amiss. Thinking it over carefully, she felt the oddity might be that Han Qianling had never been this calm when praising Luo Jiujiang.
Why didn't Han Qianling put his arm around Jiujiang's shoulder this time, look into Jiujiang's eyes lovingly, and then say with a smile in his voice as clear and gentle as a spring spring: "When it comes to understanding snakes, ten of me can't compare to one Jiujiang. Miss Fengxue, just listen to what Jiujiang says. I have nothing to add."?
They were kissing each other right in front of her just now!
Before Feng Xue's eyes could turn gossipy, Luo Jiujiang laughed out loud. He moved a little closer to Han Qianling, his tone filled with helplessness: "Why are you like this when you mention snakes? Are you really mad at me for stepping on you the other day?"
Han Qianling turned around and smiled faintly, his expression very touching: "You plucked my scales piece by piece, and I won't be angry with you for a single word."
"How can I bear to leave if you call me." Luo Jiujiang brought Han Qianling's fingers to his lips and kissed them lightly. Feng Xue turned her head away with a blank expression, thinking that she was just looking for trouble.
"I'm not angry, I'm just a little unhappy." After pulling his hand away from Luo Jiujiang's fingers, Han Qianling explained slowly, "I just realized that my race was born poorly, so you may not know more about my race than you do about snakes."
If anyone else said this, they'd probably still be angry... or jealous. But if Han Qianling said it, it would be completely sincere: You have to know that the only known example of his race died over 10,000 years ago. If Luo Jiujiang wanted to gain a deeper understanding, he might not even be able to find it in a pile of old papers; he would have to look for it in myths.
"I understand the snake race, but someone who knows more about it taught me." Luo Jiujiang smiled and glanced at him. "If you want me to understand your race better, then there must be someone who I can listen to the most to teach me."
"What if no one is willing to teach?"
"Then I only know Qianling, and I don't know..."
Han Qianling laughed dumbly: "How do you have such a solution?"
At that moment, a rustling sound emanated from the cave entrance marked by Han Qianling, like the friction of a snake's scales sliding across the sand. Feng Xue's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to take advantage of the situation and leap out, she saw Han Qianling, who was about a step away, put his hand on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, pinching and pressing it, pushing him back to his original position after he had squeezed half his body out. He then leaped out first.
Luo Jiujiang was pressed down by his palm and indeed stopped moving. He just proudly answered the previous question towards Han Qianling's back: "I always have a way with moving strips."
Han Qianling thought briefly and realized that this was indeed the case. From tying the sea snake into a flower knot on the Seven Islands, to his ability to defeat Zhen Shuangliu to the point of losing his temper, and then to Luo Jiujiang's encounter with Chen Yuan, perhaps one of his innate attributes was "defeating long strips."
This vivid imagination about Jiujiang made Han Qianling still have a smile in his eyes even when he held his sword in front of the Red Cloud Python.
On the other hand, Feng Xue's face behind him showed a mixture of hesitation and disbelief. She slowly turned around and asked Luo Jiujiang, "Jiujiang, what did you just say?"
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