Not the One Who Planted the Flowers

"Elder Zhang, you mustn't agree! That 'Elder Dragon Jiao' is on the verge of becoming a master alchemist.

"Compared with refining pills that aid cultivation, the Ghost Jiao Clan is far better at refining poison pills. He's their finest alchemist!"

Su Yuan knew the Ghost Jiao Clan well. Afraid Elder Zhang might overlook this point after reading the information, he hurriedly sent him a voice transmission.

Wanxiang and the other two turned their eyes to Li Yan, who had yet to speak.

Then Wanzang, the monk from Dragonflower Temple, spoke bluntly.

"Benefactor Zhang, the Ghost Jiao Clan excels at refining poison pills and other poisons. Their poison pills have quite a reputation among cultivators. Many kill on contact, and even Golden Core Realm cultivators like us cannot always neutralize them in time.

"This elder is especially skilled in such matters. Amitabha."

His words were little different from telling Li Yan outright not to fall for it.

Li Yan immediately warmed to the monk. As a fellow Human Race cultivator, Wanzang had shown him considerable concern.

Elder Dragon Jiao did not interrupt when someone spoke against him. Those words only enhanced his reputation while placing another shackle on Zhang Ming's mind.

Only after Wanzang finished did his somber voice drift over.

"Fellow Daoists, you know what caused this dispute. A contest like this is naturally the fairest way to settle it.

"Otherwise, first-rate sects have plenty of alchemists. Why, then, has the Holy Devil Palace let the Ghost Jiao Clan supply a portion of its lower-grade pills all these years?

"If ordinary combat decided the matter, any first-rate sect could send a single Nascent Soul Cultivator to wipe us out. What meaning would such a contest have? What do you think, fellow Daoists?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept across them