So Nice, So Fast
Why was it said that when a master poison-maker encountered a wilderness survival stage, it was practically a vacation?
There was factual basis for that.
Take Wang Wen right now. In this stage filled with snakes, insects, rats, ants, poisonous creatures, and savage beasts, he not only replenished all kinds of reserve powders and liquids to the brim, but also had time to rest, wash up, and eat properly.
After finishing his meal, he slipped into a clean stream to bathe. Once he smeared a certain specially scented juice all over his body, not a single mosquito or fly dared come near him.
After changing into dry clothes, he found a flat spot beneath a large tree and scattered a ring of unknown powder over the ground. Centipedes, crawling bugs, and all manner of tiny creatures that had long been waiting to feast on flesh and blood poured out from every crack and crevice. Only after fleeing several centimeters beyond the powder's range did they dare burrow back into the soil, too afraid to approach.
He then spread a thick layer of dry, soft leaves and lay down on top of them, as if he had returned to a warm bed.
The powder's effects would last two hours, enough time for him to get some sleep.
Zhu Xingguo and the other two were left dumbfounded by the sight.
They knew that in a wilderness survival stage, they would never dare rest so brazenly. Forget the entrance to the next floor that they had yet to find—one bite from any of those ever-present venomous bugs could cost them half their lives.
That would not be resting. It would be suicide.
So, they could only find a relatively clean rock to sit on.
They chatted quietly, observed their