Meanwhile, Long Xingtian and the others were still discussing the Golden Lion's problem. The latter's third leg could not be saved; pleading for mercy, protesting, and crying to his parents and ancestors were all useless.
"Besides breaking three legs, this humble one has another plan!" That Afro started speaking again.
"Might as well let us hear it. If the idea is good, we can indeed consider it."
"Rumor has it that Juechen Poison Palace has a poison called Piaopiao Ran!" The Afro took a paper-wrapped thing out of his storage ring and waved it in front of everyone.
"I've heard of that. This is the stuff known as happy water, right?"
"Hehehe, I get it, we're all men!"
Hearing this, Water Elder grew interested. This kind of thing was not often seen: "Fellow Daoist, you're going to use this Piaopiao Ran on the Golden Lion? What are its effects?"
"This big shot from the underworld, after taking Piaopiao Ran, no matter how powerful your true qi is, within three minutes, lecherous energy will burst out of your body. Never mind elderly grandmothers, even livestock won't be spared."
"Fucking awesome!"
"I heard someone once didn't even spare rocks or trees."
Water Elder's eyes lit up: "Dare I ask, brother, where is this Piaopiao Ran sold, and how much should one take at a time?"
Ban Kun: "..."
Everyone looked at Water Elder. The latter's face flushed red, and only then did he realize he had been misunderstood.
"Ahem, it's not the old man, it's for a sacred beast in the underworld."
Bah!
This stuff cost several thousand top-grade spirit stones per gram, and it was the kind where demand exceeded supply; how could it be easily obtained?
"Golden Lion, you're in luck. We plan to have you take it. Of course,