No wonder Wu Chu thought that way. After all, he was the extra variable.
Master wouldn't really want to do this, would he? Wu Chu silently looked back toward the Main Hall where his master was, pondering inwardly.
This was a bit troublesome... He had to find a way to get his hands on that thing!
Quite a few Primordial World novels from later generations mentioned that Grandmist Purple Qi was poisonous. But whether it truly was poisonous or not was not something anyone could decide by talking about it. He would have to test it himself.
Hadn't Little Moon Spirit said it before? If he wanted to know whether something was poisonous, wouldn't tasting it be enough?
From those Primordial World novel genres, it was clear that the real reason people claimed Grandmist Purple Qi was poisonous was that Primordial Purple Qi was a product of the Primordial World. Once one became bound to it, one would never be able to escape the Primordial World—or Ancestor Hongjun's control.
At first hearing, that did sound rather reasonable.
But in Wu Chu's view, it was somewhat overambitious. Attaining the Dao and becoming a Sage was not like eating or drinking. Who dared guarantee that they would certainly succeed in attaining the Dao someday?
Even with Yibao, his cheat, by his side, and even if he followed the Three Corpses Severing path his ancestor-master was currently taking, Wu Chu still did not dare guarantee that he would definitely succeed in attaining the Dao in the future.
Without Grandmist Purple Qi as a foundation, how could he dare possess such confidence?
All along, his dream had been to become the eldest senior brother of the Six Sages, cling to his junior brothers' and sisters' thighs, and occasionally throw his weight around to put