Strange as it seemed, the old saying was right: take a man's money, avert his disaster. Since they had accepted the Ning Family's commission, they naturally had to search through the inner swamp before they could leave.
The old man glanced at the poisonous fog ahead, which had turned deep purple, then reached out and slapped his Storage Bag, taking out a medicine bottle from inside.
He pulled out the stopper and poured four scarlet pills from within. A sweet, cloying fragrance rushed into their faces.
"This Pu Shen Pill was refined by this old man from dozens of spirit herbs. It has quite an obvious suppressive effect against corpse poison. Everyone, take one, then we enter the inner swamp." As the old man spoke, he picked up one pill, placed it in his mouth, then tilted his head back and swallowed it.
The other two cultivators were clearly familiar with the old man, and swallowed theirs without the slightest hesitation as well.
"Fellow Daoist Li." The old man brought the last medicinal pill before Lin Xuan. The name he had told the other party was still Li Yaotian.
Lin Xuan saw this and smiled faintly. With a beckon of his hand, that medicinal pill was drawn into his palm.
It was only the size of a pea. He tilted his head back and swallowed it into his stomach as well.
With Lin Xuan's cultivation, he naturally did not fear the other party playing any tricks.
Moreover, as the former Young Master of Spirit Herb Mountain, how could he possibly fail to tell whether a medicinal pill was poisonous or not?
Seeing Lin Xuan act so "straightforwardly," an extremely satisfied expression appeared on the old man's face. With a wave of his hand, he took the lead and entered the