"Monkey, what kind of poison did I take?" Lu Yin asked as he searched through the pills in his Void Ring.
Ghost Marquis replied gravely, "I don't know, but for you, Seventh Brother, not to even notice it means this poison is no ordinary thing. It'll be incredibly difficult to cure."
Lu Yin searched through every pill in his Void Ring, but confirmed that not one of them could cure the poison.
True Martial Night King was far too cautious. Even though he was confident he could defeat Lu Yin, he had still resorted to poison. He wasn't aiming to defeat him, but to crush him—completely—and establish his authority before becoming the foremost of the Ten Arbiters.
"What a shame. If the Wisdom Root hadn't withered, it could definitely have cured the poison," Ghost Marquis sighed.
Lu Yin's heart stirred. He immediately blocked Ghost Marquis and began rolling his die. In this space, he could definitely roll a three.
His first roll was a one. It was useless, and he had to rest for ten days.
His second roll was a five. It was still useless, and he had to rest for ten days.
His third roll was another one. It was useless, and he had to rest for ten days.
He kept rolling like this, but it seemed Good Luck wasn't coming his way. Fortunately, though the poison hadn't been cured, Lu Yin's physical strength had kept it from killing him. It was also possible that True Martial Night King hadn't intended to poison him to death; he wanted to kill him with his own hands.
Over these dozens of days, the injuries on Lu Yin's body had healed considerably. He had also continued absorbing star energy and had fully recovered. All he needed now was to cure