Out on the wasteland.
Li Ping flew back while spreading his divine sense to search, and soon found Wei Yiling.
Wei Yiling lay unconscious, with a black tiger spirit beast guarding her.
Controlling the Purple-Gold Flying Fork, Li Ping killed the black tiger spirit beast as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, then turned his gaze to Wei Yiling lying on the ground.
He did not know whether she had been poisoned or what had happened. She lay motionless, yet her face and all her exposed skin were flushed crimson, as though she were aroused.
"Did that man give her an aphrodisiac?" Li Ping immediately guessed the reason.
After a moment's thought, he opened the dead man's Storage Bag and searched it carefully. With his expertise as an alchemist, he easily found the remaining half-dose of Soft Wyrm Powder, along with the antidote stored beside it.
"So she was poisoned with Soft Wyrm Powder. But I remember it only paralyzes the body and magical power. It doesn't have any aphrodisiac effect." Li Ping's expression grew odd. "She's been numbed into unconsciousness, and she's still thinking about that sort of thing?"
He was now certain that this female cultivator was not in league with the man he had killed. This was no Immortal Hustle, but a genuine case of a hero rescuing a beauty.
Without much hesitation, Li Ping approached her, took out the antidote to the Soft Wyrm Powder, and sprinkled it over her face.
Then he stood to one side and waited silently.
The antidote took effect. Soon, a struggling expression appeared on her face, and her ten fingers began to tremble slowly.
Clearly, she was beginning to regain sensation.
Li Ping's expression did not change as he patiently waited for her to wake.
His main purpose was