Luo Qian had a large stock of pills in his pouch. Cutting off a piece of his own heart, he took out a Divine Pill and fed it to the dying creature. The thing was ugly enough to give Strathas a run for her money—pieced together from creatures of the Four Realms, how could it look good?
The Great Dream Golden Divine Pill was wondrous beyond compare. Even Feng Feitian had made some progress after taking one. But Luo Qian watched the golden glow flow down the creature's throat, roll into its belly, then slowly dissolve and disappear. The creature showed not the slightest improvement. Even its pallid face regained no color.
"How could this happen?" Luo Qian asked in dismay. Strathas slapped one of her heads. "Oh no. I forgot I'm immune to all medicines—poisons and pills alike. This thing is effectively my double, so it has that trait too." Strathas had pieced the creature together from beasts of the Four Realms, then drawn out a sliver of her own soul and poured it into its body. It was, in effect, her double.
Luo Qian wanted to cry but had no tears. He had lost a precious Great Dream Golden Divine Pill for nothing. He had few to begin with; how could he afford such waste? Strathas showed no regard for his feelings. She patted his shoulder. "Hey, kid, your method didn't work. Think of another one, quick."
Luo Qian seethed, wondering how he might get back at her. "Use your own power to help it recover." Strathas immediately shook her heads. "If Gousheng notices my power in him, he won't acknowledge the result of the fight." Soul was soul; power was power.
Luo Qian was at his wits' end too. "Then what do we do? Am I supposed