Leaving Lesser Qiong Peak, Jiu Wu looked at the Porcelain bottle in his hand, his heart filled with admiration.
I never expected Martial Nephew Changshou to have become so familiar with Elder Wan Linjun, the most aloof and unapproachable person in the sect.
This is good stuff that can poison even a Celestial Immortal...
Changshou is thoughtful indeed, giving such a precious Poison Pill to this poor Daoist for self-defense.
Jiu Wu chuckled, lifted his sleeve for a look, selected a treasure pouch within it that would not be easily confused with the others for this bottle of pills, then rode his cloud onward toward Sky-Breaking Peak.
Before the pill chamber, Li Changshou sat in a reclining chair, continuing to toy with that tiny silver-white sword.
Inner Hall of Daoist Canon...
Tsk, the Inner Hall of Daoist Canon!
The core inheritance of Du Xian Sect—precious classics on advanced spells, divine abilities, pill refinement, arrays, artifact refinement, and more;
There were also medicinal herbs and precious materials that could be exchanged for using one's monthly allotment!
Li Changshou felt that his current smile probably resembled that of a starving man catching sight of a brothel—while somehow also receiving a huge pile of silver from his wealthy merchant father...
He coughed twice and immediately returned to his usual calm.
This truly made him very happy.
After weathering tribulations and ascending, what he lacked most was precisely this kind of foundation.
But... he could not head over there immediately.
He would first lie low for a while. Once the sect's attention on him had faded, it would not be too late to visit the Inner Hall of Daoist Canon.
Sky-Breaking Peak would be right there, after all. It would not sprout legs and run away, and Foolish Old Man was not stirring up