The Soul-Fusing Pill Could Keep You Alive in the Wasteland

Trade a Golden Core for it?

Wouldn't that mean killing someone?

But that was beyond his concern. The seniors of the Medicine King Sect could worry about it.

Fu Chaoqing wrote down the treatment and gave it to the Sect Master. He also sent a message to the Spirit Sword Sect Master before returning to the Small Courtyard.

Li Zi cultivated through the night. The moment she woke the next morning, she got good news from the System.

The Medicine King Sect had found a way to treat the Medicine Maniac.

It took Li Zi's sluggish brain a moment to catch up with a question.

System, how did the Medicine King Sect know the Medicine Maniac was sick?

The System hadn't checked the book, but he could make a reasonable guess. Didn't the Sect Master bring the Medicine Maniac to the banquet yesterday? The Sect Master and the elders took his pulse and everything. The Grand Elder even brought out Silver Needles. They probably noticed it then.

Li Zi marveled. No wonder they became a Sect Master and elders. They really are incredible.

Fu Chaoqing was busy with the prescription. Several young female disciples came to the Sect and eagerly offered to show Li Zi around.

By the time the System told her the Sect Master had arrived at the Medicine King Sect, Li Zi had only just climbed off a trampoline made of leaves. She had smiled so much her face was nearly stiff.

She scratched the back of her head. They work way too fast. System, if this Bone-Cleansing Pill doesn't work, they won't tear me limb from limb, will they?

The System patted his chest in assurance. It'll definitely work. Don't worry, Host. The System's scoop is the real deal.

At the foot of the mountain,