"Understood."
Fat Dragon nodded, his expression solemn and earnest.
Chen Qiu did not delay any further. Following the information faintly transmitted by the Heavenly Dao Jade Slip, he placed the poisonous mist and neutralizing herbs beside him into the warm medicinal vat in order. Before long, he felt a faint prickling pain.
The spiritual energy within his body began to gradually turn violent, as though it were boiling.
He subconsciously closed his eyes, preparing to circulate his cultivation method.
But the next instant—
He opened his eyes again even faster, the pain making the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
Under the "Man with a Missing Heaven" trait, all his other senses had been enhanced, including his sense of pain.
Fuck it, he might as well keep his eyes open. Keeping them open did not affect his cultivation anyway; it just felt a little strange. It was like how, when people kissed, they did not want to stare into each other's eyes. At least one person always had their eyes closed.
If both were stubborn mules, though, the scene would still be rather tender.
Time flew by.
Chen Qiu was in no hurry. As he circulated his cultivation method, he experienced the threads of pain brought by poison soaking into his body. He was a dharma cultivator, not a poison cultivator. If he were a poison cultivator, he likely would not even feel this much pain.
Many poison cultivators had grown up eating poisonous substances. Even the spiritual energy within their bodies was emerald green.
Any casual strike they threw carried poison.
Meanwhile, over here—
Scholar had gradually changed from being reluctant at first to wearing an expression of utter admiration and shock. He had never expected the skinny Qi Refining Realm man beside him to have so many ideas