The four watched the dense poisonous miasma before them. Though all of them were curious why Song Wen had entered it, none intended to rashly charge in.
However, that did not mean they were helpless before the situation.
The mountain hollow occupied by the poisonous miasma was no more than a few li long and a few dozen zhang wide. Any casual spell could disperse the cloud of miasma.
The white-haired old man raised his right hand before his chest and formed seals with his fingers.
In an instant, a fierce wind arose from nowhere, like an invisible wind dragon about to sweep into the mountain hollow.
Just then, a figure suddenly burst out from the depths of the poisonous miasma and arrived before the four of them.
It was naturally Song Wen.
"Ai Kun, what are you playing at?" the white-haired old man demanded coldly.
Song Wen raised his right hand and waved it before the four, his face carrying a hint of smugness.
Only then did the four notice that Song Wen was holding a foot-long, emerald-green spirit herb.
"You charged into the poisonous miasma for this Qi-Transforming Grass?" the dwarf suddenly asked.
Song Wen stared at the spirit herb in his hand and said,
"So this herb is called Qi-Transforming Grass! What wondrous use does it have?"
"Qi-Transforming Grass is a fourth-tier poisonous herb. If a cultivator ingests it by mistake, the spiritual power within their body will rapidly drain away. If the poison is not purged in time, it may even cause the poisoned person's cultivation to suffer great damage. However, this herb's poison is only effective against those at the Nascent Soul realm and below; it is essentially ineffective against Spirit Transformation cultivators like us. This spirit herb is already two or three hundred years