Forming the Poison Pill

Moreover, the blood essence Zhukun had left behind could not withstand a High-Grade Dou Sheng. Even the Ancient Dragons might not be able to resist the temptation of the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit.

And if Zi Yan was to truly establish her authority as Dragon Emperor, she had to lead the campaign to unify Dragon Island herself, cutting through thorns and brambles every step of the way.

After chatting a while longer, Qin Chen learned about Dragon Island's recent developments from Zi Yan, and the two left the hall together.

Zi Yan happily carried her snacks off to one side to feast on them, while Qin Chen turned toward a secluded valley on Eastern Dragon Island.

Spiritual energy hung in the valley. Exotic flowers and herbs grew everywhere, a stream babbled, and birds sang clear notes through the peaceful air.

Xiao Yi Xian sat quietly on a bluestone. Her snow-white dress set off skin even fairer than snow, and delicate embroidered shoes covered her feet. Gentle and graceful, she looked like an immortal who had accidentally descended to the mortal world.

Beside her, a docile, pale-pink Beast Flame flickered within a thin seal of energy, looking especially endearing.

With all the help she had received, Xiao Yi Xian's soul realm had stabilized at the Late Mortal Realm.

Unfortunately, the Woeful Poison Body and Netherworld Poison Flame prevented her from using her own Dou Qi or innate flame while refining medicine. She could only just manage to produce ordinary Tier 5 Pills.

Only when refining Poison Pills could she draw on her natural advantages to produce Tier 6 Poison Pills.

Even so, she never tired of it. She immersed herself in medicine refinement all day without a trace of impatience.

With the rare poisons Eastern Dragon Island had given her, she had