Should he keep going or turn back here?
Xiao Yan hesitated, but quickly cast the thought aside. Having come this far, how could he return empty-handed?
He increased his Dou Qi output, blending the myriad beast spirit flame into it to form armor that protected his entire body.
He slowly ventured deeper into the lowland, approaching the Forgetfulness River Lotus one step at a time.
This lotus was a fourth-tier medicinal ingredient, extraordinarily poisonous. Every seed contained potent toxins, and the pills it was used to refine were generally rather extreme varieties.
For making poison, however, it was among the finest choices. A single seed could poison a third-tier magical beast to death. If enough were consumed, even fourth- or fifth-tier magical beasts could not withstand its toxicity.
The Forgetfulness River Lotus could never be touched with bare hands when harvesting it. Every part carried powerful toxins. It had to be cut with a sharp implement, then placed in a jade container without direct contact.
Xiao Yan condensed his Dou Qi into a short sword and held a jade box in his other hand.
One of the most basic lessons for an alchemist was to carry containers of every kind. Jade boxes, iron boxes, and wooden boxes all had to be kept on hand to prevent medicinal potency from being lost through improper storage.
The Dou Qi short sword in Xiao Yan's hand had not been infused with heavenly flames, so there was no danger of instantly burning the lotus to ashes.
The stems and leaves of the Forgetfulness River Lotus were not particularly tough. A little force was enough to slice through them.
Once severed, however, the stems and leaves would ooze a dark green liquid. Its cloyingly sweet scent attracted magical beasts with a taste for sweet things.