The purple liquid and petal fragments went down his esophagus and into his stomach. Before they could take effect, a powerful suction drew them all into his Poison Sac.
Inside the Poison Sac, toxins of every color blended together. When the purple liquid entered, it melded right in without causing the slightest disturbance.
Qin Tian raised his hand, and a wisp of Purple Qi curled up from his fingertip.
This was the poison of Purple Ink Datura. Once inhaled, even a Fifth Order Psionic User would die on the spot.
One petal of Purple Ink Datura was enough.
He could sell the remaining petals. According to Little Fatty's estimate, he could get around two million for the whole batch, with each petal worth over two hundred thousand.
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That meant the remaining eight petals could fetch over 1.6 million—a huge sum for him.
The forest at night was mysterious and chilly. The wind occasionally stirred the leaves, making them rustle as if whispering, while small, unknown animals scurried through the darkness. Every so often, the calls of birds could be heard.
Qin Tian swallowed a Spirit Energy Pill, sat cross-legged, and began circulating the Shadow Thunder Prison Technique.
As he grew more familiar with the technique, he found he could spare some attention for his surroundings while cultivating without sacrificing efficiency, helping ensure his safety.
Time passed little by little. The dead of night arrived.
Qin Tian switched to the Frost Meditation Technique and gradually tempered his Mental Power. Suddenly, his ear twitched, and his eyes snapped open.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The dense, chaotic hum of beating wings came from