The young man waved a hand casually. Li Xiaoyao had just taken the full-force blow of a Half-Step Golden Immortal savage beast head-on and still hadn't died. Was he really going to be stuffed to death by a few bottles of pills now? What a joke.
Since he hadn't died just now, that meant he had survived a great calamity.
As the saying went, surviving a great calamity would surely bring future blessings. Never mind what the stuff was—just pour it down his throat.
"You make a damn good point, kid. Here, take mine too. These are sacred healing pills. Each one is supposedly worth tens of millions of Supreme Immortal Stones, and my dad gave them to me to save my life. Pour them in, pour them in."
"And this one too, for treating the Primordial Spirit. His Primordial Spirit is in bad shape too, so pour this in as well."
"Oh, right, right, right, and this one. I don't know what it does, but it seems to be a Mirror-Breaking Pill. My dad always bragged about it to me. If this pill were really useful, he wouldn't still be stuck at the Half-Step Golden Immortal realm. Pour it in too."
"And this bottle. No idea what it does, but it's definitely not poison. I don't carry that kind of thing around. Pour it in, pour it in, pour it in."
For a time, countless bottles of pills were poured into Li Xiaoyao's mouth.
The young man who had first started feeding him pills stood to one side, utterly dumbfounded.
"Fellow Daoist, what does your family do? You have so many pills?"
"And from what I can see, your pills are all extremely valuable. You don't feel bad about using them?"
"Feel bad my ass. Pills are merely possessions