"A Fifth Grade Pill?"
Fang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He had not expected Ye Qingci to give him a Fifth Grade Pill.
Once a pill took shape during refinement, Pill Patterns formed on it. The pill before him bore five golden Pill Patterns, which meant it was a Fifth Grade Pill.
In Fang Chen's eyes, a Fifth Grade Pill was practically a priceless treasure.
"Hurry up and take it!"
Ye Qingci spoke at once.
"Mm!"
Fang Chen nodded. Without standing on ceremony, he took the pill from Ye Qingci's palm and put it in his mouth.
The pill dissolved the moment it touched his tongue. Fang Chen swallowed it, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began circulating his cultivation technique to refine its medicinal power.
The next moment, the scorching current surging from his lower abdomen grew stronger. His symptoms had not eased at all; they had worsened.
"Ah..."
Fang Chen could not help opening his mouth and breathing out a cloud of white mist. His skin had turned crimson, like a crab fresh from the pot, and steam poured off his body.
Veins bulged beneath his skin, and his face twisted with pain. Through gritted teeth, he told Ye Qingci, "The pill isn't working!"
"How could it not work?"
Ye Qingci panicked. Yesterday, she had given Fang Chen the same Detoxification Pill and helped neutralize the deadly poison in his body.
"Wait a moment," she told him. "I have other pills!"
With that, she reached into her clothes, pulled out a small, finely made bag, and tipped it over the floor.
Clatter!
Bottles spilled everywhere—hundreds of them, in all sorts of colors, shapes, and sizes.
Fang Chen stared at the little bag in Ye Qingci's hand, stunned. He knew it had to be a Storage Bag.
Ye Qingci immediately