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By now, most people had nearly exhausted the elixirs they carried. Ordinary antidote elixirs could not cure the poisons of the Eighth Layer; they needed at least a fourth-tier antidote elixir, perhaps even a fifth-tier one. But none of the Medicine Cultivators present could refine an elixir of that grade.

As for Pill Cultivators, unfortunately, not a single one had survived this long.

So when they learned Qiao Ranran could purge poison, they flocked to her. At Wei Huai's hints and Yan Qingsui's outright prompting, they even prepared their "consultation fees" of their own accord, leaving Qiao Ranran no chance to say a word.

The Cultivators who had made it to the Eighth Layer were at least at Golden Core Peak. Young and accomplished, they were elite disciples of their Sects, and none had ended up as badly off as Wei Huai. They all had some money to spare. Some followed Wei Huai's example and gave Qiao Ranran plenty of Spirit Plants. Even after emptying an entire Medicine Garden, she was happy to accept them.

After treating two or three people, Qiao Ranran suddenly turned to Zhong Yunkun. "Fellow Cultivator Zhong, would you like to try?"

"Hm?" Once Zhong Yunkun realized what she meant, delight and surprise seized him together. He looked at her uncertainly. "Fellow Cultivator Qiao, do you mean...?" He had been watching for a while and had already gained an Epiphany of his own. All he lacked was a chance to practice, but he had been too embarrassed to ask.

Qiao Ranran smiled at the "patient" before her. "That depends on what this fellow Cultivator thinks."

The newcomer caught on at once and handed his "consultation fee" to Zhong Yunkun. "Please help me, Fellow Cultivator Zhong."

Zhong Yunkun was deeply moved, but he refused to accept the