As soon as these words were spoken, Blake Turner's eyes bulged, staring at him as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

His shoulders trembled, and he suddenly mobilized his spiritual power, about to kill Ethan Brooks on the spot.

Suddenly, an even more intense tearing pain erupted violently from within his organs!

Blake Turner instantly collapsed to the ground, shivering uncontrollably, and found that both the vital energy in his middle dantian and the spiritual power in his lower dantian were surging madly, beginning to tear at his flesh and internal organs.

Terrified out of his wits, he hurriedly tried to scream with his remaining strength, wanting to alert the other members of the The Brooks Family.

The next moment, he felt Ethan Brooks suddenly appear behind him and quietly crouch down.

A pair of fair, slender hands also appeared just in time beneath his nostrils, then firmly covered his open mouth.

“Mm! Mmm mm!”

His cries for help, muffled by those hands pressed tightly over his mouth, made him sound like a mute, unable to truly make himself heard.

With his mouth sealed, he could still breathe through his nostrils.

“It’s late at night, don’t make such a racket.”

Ethan Brooks, behind him, pressed his mouth even harder, but spoke in a gentle tone: “I suspect the poison from the Turtle Blood Pill has already seeped into your organs. Right now, your insides must be getting gnawed by tiny poisonous insects. It must hurt a lot, right? Mm, mm-hmm, I know, I know you’re already starting to wish you were dead.”

“No rush, just wait a bit longer, savor it a little more.”

“See, I didn’t cover your nose, didn’t let you suffocate and die instantly—wasn’t that just to give you more time to really feel it?”

Ethan Brooks spoke slowly and softly into his ear.

However, to Blake Turner, every word sounded like a devil’s sharp blade, stabbing again and again into his heart and soul.

The pain surging through his body seemed to intensify with every word from Ethan Brooks.

His organs were being torn apart, the stabbing pain of twisted blood vessels and meridians growing ever more severe.

Blood began to ooze uncontrollably from Blake Turner’s eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, making him look utterly terrifying.

Then, the bulging veins on his neck suddenly burst open.

Bright red blood instantly covered his face and neck, and his swollen chest gradually caved in, as if his organs were being devoured by something, shrinking bit by bit.

At this moment, Blake Turner had no ability to end his own life, subconsciously breathing through his nose, enduring the ultimate agony.

A long, long time passed.

Ethan Brooks finally removed his blood-soaked hands from Blake Turner’s mouth, then skillfully searched for firewood, used a piece of “flame crystal” to ignite it, and burned the poisoned body of Blake Turner on the spot.

Not far away, the frozen Emily Hayes had no idea what had happened from beginning to end.

……

“Blake Turner is dead!”

“Just last night, Blake Turner died of poisoning outside Ethan Brooks’s loft.”

“According to Ethan Brooks and the statement from the The Brooks Family, Blake Turner had a conflict with a poison master and was killed by the other’s poison.”

“They say that after Blake Turner was poisoned, the toxin ignited inside him and burned him to ashes.”

“The young master of the The Brooks Family, as well as the maid, both witnessed it with their own eyes. They also said that the poison master took a liking to Ethan Brooks’s talent and came secretly at night, intending to take him as a disciple.”

Ashley Reed’s maid Grace Miller, after being repeatedly scolded by her, finally calmed down and accurately repeated the news from the The Brooks Family.

After finishing, Grace Miller looked uneasy, carefully observing her mistress.

After the initial shock, Ashley Reed quickly regained her composure, her brows furrowing deeply as she fell silent.

Blake Turner appearing at Ethan Brooks’s residence in the middle of the night—no matter how you look at it, he was up to no good.

She naturally understood that Blake Turner must have been sent by the elders of the Cold Yin Sect to find Ethan Brooks late at night, definitely with ill intent.

As the master whom Blake Turner served, she couldn’t escape responsibility for his actions.

But now, Blake Turner was dead.

Killed by poison, and the one who poisoned him was a mysterious poison master?

Did that poison master really take a liking to Ethan Brooks’s talent and come to discuss taking him as a disciple in the middle of the night?

Could it really be such a coincidence?

What was really going on here?

Ashley Reed’s mind was in turmoil, unable to find an answer for the moment. Since Blake Turner had gone to Ethan Brooks’s place in the middle of the night, it was suspicious to begin with, and she had no grounds to go to the The Brooks Family to demand justice.

“Suddenly coming back from the dead, and now a poison master takes an interest in him—strange, truly strange.” Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. “Could it have been you who killed him? Impossible! There’s no way you could have the ability to kill Blake Turner!”

……

Another long period of focused cultivation.

Ethan Brooks exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the ninth meridian in his body was suddenly filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

“It’s done! Meridian Unblocking Realm, Ninth Heaven!” Feeling the surge of spiritual energy, he grinned. “The Meridian Expansion Pill really is effective!”

After what happened that night, he became even more eager to improve his cultivation.

Three days had already passed. After the news of Blake Turner’s death was delivered to his fiancée, just as he had expected, there was no major commotion from that side.