Just when the Rainy Night Maniac was puzzling over who had smashed his "eggs," Zhao Rong quietly extracted his foot from between the man’s legs. The Rainy Night Maniac, his "eggs" smashed, instantly lost his ability to fight. He lay on the ground writhing in pain, cursing, "Damn it! I, the Rainy Night Maniac, have roamed the martial world for so many years. I’ve seen ruthless people, but I’ve never seen anyone as ruthless as you, using the Descendant Ending Kick..."
Seeing that his kick had indeed been effective, Zhao Rong set Xuelian down from his back. "All right, it’s safe now," he said. "The Rainy Night Maniac’s ’eggs’ are smashed. He probably won’t be getting up for a while."
Xuelian looked at the Rainy Night Maniac rolling on the ground and asked in confusion, "Brother Zhao Rong, what do you mean his ’eggs’ are smashed?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong felt embarrassed. He didn’t know how to explain it to Xuelian. After thinking for a long time, he said, "The Rainy Night Maniac’s ’eggs’ being smashed means that the place where he stored his little tadpoles has exploded."
Xuelian finally understood. She blushed and said, "Brother Zhao Rong, I knew you were skilled in Martial Arts, but I didn’t expect you to win by surprise like that."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong said humbly, "Actually, when the Rainy Night Maniac charged at me, I was scared stiff. After all, I had never seen anything like a Rainy Night Maniac back on Earth. So, out of pure instinct, I just kicked him. Who knew my kick would be a critical hit and cripple him?" As he spoke, Zhao Rong and Xuelian bent down and tightly bound the half-dead Rainy Night Maniac.
Just as Zhao Rong was tying him up, a medicinal plaster-like patch fell from the man’s body and landed squarely on Zhao Rong’s arm. As soon as it touched his skin, Zhao Rong immediately felt a sharp pain. Seeing his Demonic Poison Paste hit Zhao Rong’s bare skin, the Rainy Night Maniac squeezed a smile through his pained face. "Kid, you may have destroyed my ’eggs,’ but I, the Rainy Night Maniac, am no pushover. Now that you’ve been hit by my Demonic Poison Paste, you won’t live for more than three minutes." The Demonic Poison Paste was the Rainy Night Maniac’s signature poison; once it touched the skin, the victim was certain to die within three minutes.
When the nearby Xuelian saw Zhao Rong get hit by the Demonic Poison Paste, she burst into tears. "Brother Zhao Rong, it’s all my fault," she cried. "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be dying."
Hearing that one would die if touched by the Demonic Poison Paste, Zhao Rong was stunned. Damn, this crappy plaster is actually that powerful? He reached out to tear off the Demonic Poison Paste stuck on his arm. But to his surprise, not only was it impossible to remove, it was also quickly absorbed by his body.
When the Rainy Night Maniac saw the Demonic Poison Paste had been absorbed by Zhao Rong’s body, he laughed loudly. "Kid, once my Demonic Poison Paste is absorbed, you definitely won’t live for more than a minute!"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong thought, Is it really that terrifying? Ever since the Demonic Poison Paste had stuck to him, however, apart from a slight sting, he actually felt a refreshing sensation.
Soon, one minute passed, then two, and then half an hour...
Not only did Zhao Rong not die, but he also felt more invigorated than ever. Suddenly, the Rainy Night Maniac noticed something was wrong. He looked at Zhao Rong in amazement and exclaimed, "Damn it, are you human or a god? How is it that after my Demonic Poison Paste stuck to you, you didn’t die but instead your cultivation level increased by two ranks?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong was taken aback. No wonder I suddenly feel so light and full of energy. It turns out that after being hit by the Rainy Night Maniac’s lethal Demonic Poison Paste, I didn’t die. Instead, I directly leveled up two ranks and became a second-level cultivator.
He looked at the Rainy Night Maniac and said, "I’m not a god, I’m human... but I’m from Earth. I don’t belong to your world."
Hearing this, the Rainy Night Maniac sighed. "Damn my luck, I actually ran into an alien... No wonder my Demonic Poison Paste wasn’t poisonous to him and even helped him level up two ranks."
Seeing that Zhao Rong, who wasn’t even a cultivator before, had, by a strange twist of fate, leveled up two ranks after being poisoned, Xuelian jumped for joy. She clapped for him and said, "Congratulations, Brother Zhao Rong! Not only have you become a cultivator, but a second-level one at that!"
Meanwhile, Zhao Rong addressed the Rainy Night Maniac, "Although you helped me, I still have to send you to the Monster Dissecting Room so the experts can study your anatomy."
Hearing that Zhao Rong was going to send him to be dissected, the Rainy Night Maniac fainted on the spot.
After leaving the Monster Dissecting Room in the city center, Zhao Rong curiously looked at Xuelian on their way back to the dormitory. "Xuelian, why were you in the training center’s grove so late at night?"
Hearing Zhao Rong’s question, Xuelian suddenly grew nervous. "I can tell you the answer," she said, "but you have to promise to keep it a secret."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately nodded. "My word is my bond. I’ll be silent as the grave." After he spoke, Zhao Rong recalled what Yu Lan and Lili had said. Yu Lan had mentioned that Xuelian went to the grove at the training center at night because she was raising a little ghost there.