Cui Hao swept his gaze over the two wary sisters before him, a measure of helplessness in his eyes as well.
The Evil Spirit Cult was still following its usual steps. Who knew where they had caught a Rat Demon before starting this whole Shrine business.
As for this so-called talisman water, supposedly able to cure every illness and relieve pain, he did not yet know what methods they had used to build its initial reputation. But the talisman water now merely employed the Evil Spirit Cult's crudest method-forcibly stimulating blood qi and depleting one's foundations.
Drinking it for a minor illness might cure it, but that illness would have healed without it anyway, whereas drinking it was certain to leave some ailment later on.
For a serious illness, even if drinking it let someone leap about with energy for a couple of days, they certainly would not live long. Those destined to die would still die.
It was purely something that harmed others without benefiting oneself.
Yet with its tremendous momentum, the many people who flocked to it, and a thousand years of Shrine worship, everything seemed perfectly natural.
Standing at the doorway, Cui Hao pointed at the younger sister's pale face.
"This bowl of water is merely something a cultivator has tampered with. Drinking it will only forcibly stimulate your own blood qi and burn your essence blood. Look at your sister. Where does she have any essence blood left to burn? If she drinks it, even the immortals truly won't be able to save her."
The older sister raised her eyes. Ordinarily, she would not have dared look up for long at a lavishly dressed person of standing like him, but her younger sister was behind her now. There were times when a person had nowhere left