"Because this thing isn't meant to be consumed."
"If it isn't meant to be consumed, then what is it for...?"
At that, Murong Huai smiled. Soul Power surged in his hand, and a flame sprang to life. The moment the Smoke Spirit Paste touched the fire, it gave off a rich, fragrant aroma. Murong Huai took a light sniff, then nodded.
Chu Xiongwei, standing beside him, caught the fragrant smell and immediately felt refreshed. The troubles brought on by a full day's work seemed to vanish. He wished he could take a puff after work every day.
"It isn't meant to be eaten. It's meant to be inhaled."
"Inhaled??"
Murong Huai nodded, then used Soul Power to crush the Smoke Spirit Paste in his hand into Soul Power powder.
"Indeed, his Martial Soul has a serious flaw."
"A flaw? I beg Your Highness the Holy Son to point it out." At that, Wu Chuan hurriedly cupped his hands and asked.
Murong Huai explained slowly, "If your Martial Soul, Smoke Spirit Paste, is consumed directly, it will cause severe harm to whoever takes it. It's no different from poison.
"The correct way to use it is to light it and inhale the smoke it gives off. But even then, it's harmful. The benefits it brings are undeniable, but if someone inhales it over a long period, it will damage their health and leave them listless. In severe cases, it can even drain away their life."
"What!!!"
Hearing Murong Huai's words, Wu Chuan and Chu Xiongwei were both shocked. Murong Huai was right. The instant he had lit the Smoke Spirit Paste, they had realized what it was.
This stuff was a drug imported from abroad during a feudal dynasty in his previous life. It was called Fortune Longevity Paste, and was