The Gluttony system had already clearly analyzed the toxin's composition and harmful effects, so there was no need for Allen to analyze and research it personally.
Detoxification didn't require any complex formulas.
It was just a Level 4 toxin.
Allen's own virus resistance also happened to be Level 4.
Draw a tube of blood from yourself.
Pour it into the pot, stir it, and you'll have a guaranteed effective antidote.
To conceal his presence, he found some herbs like licorice, mint, and elderberry, squeezed their juice, and mixed them into the pot.
These strong-smelling herbs served only to mask the smell of blood.
The next morning.
Allen woke to a system notification.
After checking it, the corners of his lips curled slightly.
Last night, after coming into contact with the Level 4 toxin in the spring water, his poison resistance had unknowingly risen to Level 5.
Alan closed the system page. Before leaving the tent, he sprayed a little eye drops on his eyelids.
Hiss—what a sight! Alan, with his eyes swollen and red, walked out of the tent, carrying the iron pot.
The Griffin family had been anxious all night, rising early to await Alan's announcement.
Seeing him emerge with red, swollen eyes, he looked incredibly haggard...
"Alan, were you up all night last night too?" Flynn asked his friend.
"Yeah! Time was tight, so I had to work the night shift."
Alan yawned formally.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Julie said, touched.
"It's okay. This night wasn't in vain," Alan smiled tiredly. "I finally made the antidote."
"Are you sure it works?" Charlie couldn't help but question.
Allen claimed to be a student of some potion master, but he was still a teenager under fifteen.
He wasn't from a family of pharmacists, nor had he been admitted to the Natural Sciences Department, which specialized in alchemy, at the Warlock Academy.
Charlie felt it necessary to question his alchemy skills.
Alan smiled, not bothering to argue, and simply handed the pot to Uncle Ryan.
"The pot contains the antidote I mixed. Just pour it into the spring."
Ryan glared at Charlie, demonstrating his trust in Allen with his actions.
He transformed into a griffin, grabbed the pot, and flew over the teleportation spring.
He poured half the pot of liquid into the spring water.
Alan activated "Virus Detection" and quickly discovered that the toxin reaction had disappeared.
The water ghosts' reactions were more intuitive.
One after another, they swam ashore and crawled leisurely.
He no longer showed hostility toward Allen and the others who were right before him.
Charlie and his son were still a little uneasy, hesitating whether to enter the spring.
Allen noticed their concern and took the initiative to step forward.
A water ghost crawled over and gently wrapped itself around him.
The water ghost's skin was actually a magical membrane that prevented the release of water from its body.
Wrapped around him, Allen felt a chill.
It was like holding a plastic bag filled with cold water against his skin.
The water ghost dragged him down to the teleportation spring.
At first, Allen held his breath to avoid choking.
He soon discovered that it was unnecessary.
In the water ghost's arms, he temporarily gained the supernatural ability to breathe underwater.
He felt like a fish, drawing free air directly from the water.
After the teleportation began, Allen felt dizzy.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in complete darkness.
Fortunately, his Poison Demon bloodline possessed "dark vision."
A faint purple-red glow appeared in Allen's eyes.
His sight pierced the darkness, observing his surroundings.
He was now standing in a waist-deep pool of water.
Beyond the pool lay what seemed to be a vast, empty dome.
Above his head, a dome of varying heights rose, its ceiling covered in dense stalactites, occasionally dripping with water.
At the far end of the darkness, tiny dots of fluorescent light flickered.
It looked like glowing moss and mushrooms growing underground.
"What is this place?" Allen wondered.
"The underworld, the legendary Underdark."
Uncle Ryan's voice echoed from behind Allen. Flynn, Julie, and the others were also teleported over.
Griffin bloodlines also allow for the awakening of dark vision.
But with a light source, everyone could see farther and more clearly.
"Dancing Lights," "Fire Spells," "Bright Lights"... the Griffin family members performed various lighting tricks.
Alan followed Julie, borrowing the light.
Curious, he surveyed this dark world thousands of meters beneath the surface.
Giant mushrooms were everywhere near the pool, each one as thick as two people could hug and estimated to be no less than 30 meters tall.
Their caps, larger than awnings, drooped with willow-like mycelium, like towering trees rising from the ground!
All these enormous fungi together formed a dense mushroom forest.
"This is a giant mushroom, a gigantic fungus from the underground world."
Uncle Ryan, who had once explored the Underdark with his mentor in his youth, explained the situation to the young man who was setting foot there for the first time.
"The fairy and dwarves of the underground world like to dig holes in the wooden stems of giant mushrooms as shelter."
"The fairy live in the upper layers of the giant mushrooms, while the dwarves prefer to dig holes at the base of the stems closer to the surface."
Illuminated by the magical light, everyone noticed several lines of wet footprints along the shore of the pool, extending toward the giant mushrooms.
It was obvious that these were the footprints left by the circus members.
The group followed the trail, continuing their journey.
In this area, the dome overhead was low and overgrown with stalactites, leaving little room for griffins to fly.
Ryan and the others had no choice but to walk, just like Alan. Not far away, a large patch of crimson moss appeared beneath their feet.
Uncle Ryan raised his hand, signaling his companions to stop.
"This is blood moss. Stepping on it will spray out a large number of spores."
"If inhaled, the spores will irritate the mucous membranes, causing difficulty breathing and incessant coughing."
"In severe cases, they can even suffocate and die!"
Uncle Ryan unscrewed the kettle and soaked a handkerchief.
Tying the wet handkerchief around his face, covering his mouth and nose, would filter out the blood moss spores floating in the air.
Alan and the others followed his example.
After taking protective measures, they continued their exploration.
The further they advanced, the denser the blood moss grew.
It stretched out beneath their feet like a continuous red carpet, stretching to the end of the underground world.
The blood moss glowed dimly, providing natural illumination.
Hiking across the tundra felt like walking across a surging sea of blood.
Every time the soles of our boots touched the fluffy moss, a muffled "puff puff" sound echoed beneath our feet.
This stirred up a cloud of spores, which slowly dissipated into the air.
To avoid inhaling these respiratory irritants, everyone covered their mouths and noses with wet towels and declined to talk.
After an hour's walk, we finally crossed this beautiful yet dangerous wilderness.
After leaving the blood tundra, Uncle Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and said to everyone with a smile:
"Actually, where blood moss grows, poisonous insects and strange creatures often appear, such as blood moss worms, burrowing worms, and even petrified lizards."
"I didn't dare tell you just now because I was afraid to scare you."
"Fortunately, we've been lucky this time and haven't encountered those terrifying monsters."
Not far from the blood tundra, a circle of giant mushrooms stood in front of them.
Alan saw it from afar and was deeply shocked!
The enormous mushroom circle reminded him of the Salisbury Stonehenge he had visited in his previous life.
Except, it wasn't a man-made stone structure, but naturally grown mushrooms.
This made it even more magical and visually striking!
Just as everyone was deeply shocked by the mushroom circle, which resembled a skyscraper, a sneer echoed from the mushroom forest.
"You actually caught up with me! You're truly reckless!"
"Since we're here, why not just sleep here forever?"
Five figures emerged from the mushroom forest, side by side.
The Amazing Circus's strongman, puppeteer, magician, snake charmer, and...the whip-wielding animal trainer.
All five, their faces filled with murderous intent, stopped Allen and his group.
"Hehe~ handsome boy, you're mine!"
The animal trainer, with a sly grin, approached Allen, brandishing his whip.
Alan remained expressionless, silently channeling his "Bronze Skin and Iron Bones" physical training technique to block the onslaught.
With a crisp crack, the whip struck his body, lightly, barely a tickle.
Alan immediately understood: the animal trainer was faking, not even exerting any strength! "Brother Allen, follow me."
The trainer acted out his performance while secretly calling out through telepathy.
Alan remained silent, casually slapping the whip away with a palm.
"Ah!"
The trainer suddenly screamed, his face pale.
Thump, thump, thump!
He took three steps back!
His right hand, holding the whip, trembled violently, as if its bones had been shattered.
"Puff!"
The trainer turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood that looked real.
"Such a brutal palm strike! It can actually injure through the whip... It breaks my heart!"
The trainer glared at Allen with resentment, clutching his chest, and fled.
Alan, unable to complain about her over-the-top acting, strode after her.
The two, one chasing the other, gradually retreated from the chaotic zone.
Deep in the mushroom forest, the beast trainer suddenly stopped.
Turning back, he gave him a warning look.
Alan also stopped and glanced around warily, sensing something was amiss.