"The pill hadn't even left the cauldron, yet there was already a trace of cursed power? Was this a pill tribulation? Or was it the work of that eye in the vortex?"
"Damn it!"
Though he cursed aloud, his spirits rose, and a trace of smugness even welled up in his heart as he muttered to himself...
With pills like these, even if thousands of assassins came at him tomorrow, he would have nothing to fear.
Once the light at the mouth of the cauldron faded, Wang Xian took a deep breath and carefully poured out the pills inside.
Good heavens!
This batch had actually produced a full nine pills!
Every Carefree Pill was crystalline and jade-like, with a faint golden pill halo flowing across its surface. Even stranger was that...
Every pill bore a dark golden pattern. The pattern twisted and wound, vaguely forming the shape of an eye, as though it were coldly watching the outside world.
Wang Xian picked one up and examined it beneath the moonlight.
At that moment, he even had the urge to test the power of this spiritual pill—
He wondered whether that middle-aged man with a sword scar between his brows could withstand such terrifying medicinal power.
Before he could rejoice for long, the instant he put away the small cauldron and the pills on the table, a wisp of black mist suddenly descended silently from the night sky like a living creature, shooting straight toward Wang Xian!
Under the moonlight, the black mist instantly condensed into the figure of a woman. She moved with astonishing speed, raising a hand to strike Wang Xian dead!
Wang Xian's pupils abruptly contracted at the sight. He shrieked, "Damn it—where did this demon spawn come from? Is there really a curse—?"
He cursed while trembling,