He Jing hadn't lied to Zhao Er. Although the Metal-Attribute Toxin was awkward to use, its rarity kept its price high.
"Senior brother, you already have some? Hurry and show me. Don't worry—as long as the goods are good, the price isn't a problem."
Zhao Er's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that.
He had originally only come to ask. As a disciple of the Pill-and-Artifact Lineage, He Jing had studied medicinal herbs and toxins extensively, but Zhao Er had never expected him to have some on hand.
"Wait here. I'll go get it!"
He Jing hadn't expected Zhao Er to genuinely want to buy it. Delighted, he immediately turned and headed into his bedroom.
Before long, He Jing brought out a jar and set it in front of Zhao Er.
Thump!
The jar did not look particularly large, but it was clearly heavy, landing on the table with a loud thud.
"Junior brother, don't underestimate this jar. Its contents were refined from all the blood of an entire variant beast. I also processed it specially and added quite a few good things. Take a look..."
As He Jing spoke, he opened the jar and pushed it toward Zhao Er.
Zhao Er looked inside. Instead of the thick blood or something similar that he had imagined, the jar contained a metallic powder like sand, gleaming with a dark golden luster.
The powder was finer than sand and glittered gold in the sunlight.
"Junior brother, you can dab a little onto your finger to try it, but make sure you hold your breath. This stuff is extremely fine. Even getting some on your finger will leave it hurting for days. Unless you've specifically trained your body, your whole finger will rot away without an antidote.
"If you accidentally breathe