Li Fuge and Li Lichou had no idea how many times they had heard stories about this little martial uncle.
Among their fathers' generation, their little martial uncle had entered the sect last, yet he had burst onto the scene and, together with their aunt, ventured through the lost continent ravaged by demonic cultivators...
Later, not only had he been the first to form a Nascent Soul, but ten years after doing so, he had slain a Nascent Soul expert in the span of a few breaths.
Of course, that was under the circumstance that no one still knew Grand Zen Master Jing's whereabouts. Otherwise, Li Yan's legend would have been even greater.
Thus, among the younger generation of disciples, Li Yan was practically the new patriarch everyone worshipped.
When they had heard Li Wuyi address him as "little martial brother," the two of them had immediately lit up. Their gazes had been drawn uncontrollably to Li Yan as they sized him up, forgetting all about status and propriety.
Such behavior was exceedingly rude in the cultivation world. Now that Li Yan had stopped before them, the two suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.
Yet a smile spread across Li Yan's face as he looked at the nervous pair.
"Hehe... Since you call me little martial uncle, I can't let you call me that for nothing. These are two bottles of pills.
"Each jade bottle contains ten pills. The black jade bottle contains ten poison pills, which I condensed myself. Almost no cultivator below the Nascent Soul Realm can cure them.
"You only need to use spiritual power to shatter the pills when throwing them at an enemy. As for the timing of their use and such, you'll have to judge for yourselves. The white jade bottle contains ten antidotes. Split them