Xu Qingtong's heart tightened, and he asked quietly, "Martial Niece Chen, what's wrong?"
Chen Qian said, "Martial Uncle, I feel my spiritual power isn't circulating smoothly. I thought it was because I activated the Soul Refining Pot earlier, but now it's getting harder and harder to muster my spiritual power!"
Alarmed, Xu Qingtong hurriedly tried to muster his spiritual power. Sure enough, just as Chen Qian had said, something was wrong with its circulation. He cried inwardly, This is bad!
"Retreat! Get out of the village! Stay together!" Xu Qingtong ordered, his mind racing through their options.
Suddenly, he thought of something. During the Mist Valley Trial, he had obtained a stalk of scale flower grass in the Demon Snake's cave. It was a sovereign remedy for poison, but he had not had time to refine it into pills and did not know whether it would work.
With no time to worry about much else, Xu Qingtong hurriedly took out a leaf of scale flower grass and placed it in his mouth.
As he slowly backed away, he circulated his cultivation to refine its medicinal power. A short while later, the medicinal power spread, and Xu Qingtong felt the spiritual power within him begin to flow a little more smoothly. Not daring to delay, he continued refining the medicinal power.
The others, however, were not as fortunate. Their heads gradually grew heavy and their feet unsteady, and they began to stagger. Within a few breaths, the six Qi Refining Stage disciples collapsed one after another.
Du Siwen held out a little longer before finally collapsing as well.
By then, most of the poison in Xu Qingtong's body had been neutralized. His thoughts flashed like lightning. Pretending to stumble and lose his balance, he toppled beside Du Siwen, slipping a leaf