Medicine Master remained composed. "Because my poison needs neither water nor grain. It moves with the wind, spreading on the wind."
"When the time comes, we only need the wind to carry my poison into the Shang Army camp."
(The Western Teach was still part of the Mysterious Gate at present. Only after the Canonization of Gods would it betray the Mysterious Gate and establish Buddhism. Only then would they call themselves humble monks.)
Guangchengzi: "..."
He had originally wanted to bring the Western Teach's two Quasi-Saints along, but they could poison the Shang Army camp without even entering it!
That was...
That was too much!
Without Western Teach disciples helping draw away the attention, wouldn't this operation be extremely risky for the Chan Sect disciples?!
No!
They had to drag the Western Teach into this!
I need to drag the Western Teach into the mud without owing them Karma.
Thinking this, Guangchengzi said directly, "Junior brother Medicine Master, why not have you and junior brother Maitreya accompany us? I feel that spreading it on the wind is less reliable than poisoning their water supply or food."
Medicine Master smiled confidently. "There is no need to worry. I have confidence in my poison."
Medicine Master was proficient in medicine and cultivated the Great Dao of medicine. Yet medicine and poison were inseparable, and their principles were interconnected, so he was also highly accomplished in the Dao of poison.
The Medicine Dao was his primary cultivation, while the Poison Dao was secondary.
That was how it was.
The poison prepared for the Great Shang camp this time had been personally concocted by Medicine Master. It had undergone special treatment and was tailored to produce the desired effects.
It was an ordinary poison, but anyone who consumed it would suffer weak, aching