Li Xiuwen said, "Please explain, Master."
Huang Sihai said, "Those three parts poison are called greed, hatred, and delusion!
"The more medicine poison accumulates, the more insatiably greedy, volatile, and foolish you become...
"You might be fine now, but once you can no longer suppress it, you'll be in trouble.
"That's only one aspect. Changes in temperament can still be suppressed with martial will.
"Of course, if you don't care about the consequences and want to become one of those demonic fiends, you can simply leave it unchecked.
"But people like that eventually offend someone stronger and get beaten to death.
"The most frightening side effect of medicine poison is that it lowers your chances of succeeding at gate initiation later!
"That's why geniuses with exceptional martial constitutions exercise great restraint when using medicine!
"They would rather progress slowly and build a solid foundation, all to give themselves a better chance when the time comes for gate initiation!
"When I first gave you fish balls to help you get started with stance training, it was because I knew your martial constitution wasn't particularly good.
"You urgently needed that assistance to become a trained fighter sooner, so your family would continue supporting your martial training.
"But I never intended to turn you into a medicine jar.
"That's why I set a limit of twenty-four fish balls a year. I didn't want you taking the wrong path."
Understanding the care Huang Sihai had put into this, Li Xiuwen nodded gratefully. "I understand, Master."
The three poisons of greed, hatred, and delusion were indeed a problem.
No wonder he felt that some martial artists were erratic and ill-tempered.
Besides their innate personalities, medicine poison might also be to blame.
But he hadn't felt any effects yet. Perhaps his martial will was stronger?
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