Literary Sect's Showdown with the Western Religion; Medicine and Poison, Opposed Yet Interdependent

Jieyin warmly agreed. "What senior brother said is absolutely right. All of you may go all out. If necessary, my senior brother and I will watch over you."

The eight disciples answered in unison, their voices imposing.

Bei Ming lightly flicked his sleeve and drew a cross in the air.

The void trembled. Golden light intersected and instantly divided into four corners, each forming its own domain without interfering with the others.

Yao Shi faced Wang Du. One sought medicine, the other poison—they were tit for tat.

Generally speaking, healers used medicine to aid living beings, while poison cultivators used poison to dominate the world.

Yet nothing was absolute. In the end, it depended on where a cultivator's heart leaned.

If medicine was used with malicious intent, it could kill.

If poison was used properly, it could also save lives.

Yao Shi held a Medicine Bowl in his left hand. It slowly revolved, giving off a faint medicinal fragrance.

In his right hand was a Worry-Free Staff. Its shaft was like jade, yet fine veins emerged beneath the shifting light and shadow.

A Lotus Lamp glowing with azure light hovered beside him. Its flame swayed gently before suddenly blooming into rings of azure radiance, enveloping him in a tranquil aura.

Though the West was barren, before Dao-Proving, Jieyin and Zhunti had collected alms in the Eastern Continent for many years and gained a fair amount, on top of what they had obtained at Fenbao Cliff.

While Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures were only enough for Jieyin and Zhunti themselves, they could still afford to grant several Superior-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures to their direct disciples.

But that was all.

Bei Ming could tell that, overall, the Spirit Treasures equipped by the Western Religion's Four Direct Disciples still could not compare to those