Contracting divine beasts, refining divine pills, and the gods worshipping the Ninth Young Master

“And the poison of Xiang Mei, which affects the soul, is added to the curse using secret methods.

So even if you didn't touch anything, you would be poisoned the moment you broke through the formation."

Luo Jiusheng had never heard of or seen this kind of curse poison that affects the soul, and he couldn't understand the principle behind it.

But one thing she was sure of was that this poison was very tricky.

Because she had never seen Wuwei look so serious.

Even when she reshaped her spiritual roots, Wuwei had never been so worried.

"Master, is there any antidote for this poison?"

Wuwei looked at him solemnly again, took a deep breath, and then said, "No."

He paused, then spoke to comfort her, "But don't worry, I can help you suppress it for a while. As long as we find a way to detoxify before the poison takes effect, you will be fine.

Yes, it will be fine.”

Wuwei repeated at the end that everything would be fine, as if he was comforting Luo Jiusheng, but also as if he was talking to himself.

He wanted to say something more comforting, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to start.

There is one thing he has not yet fully told Luo Jiusheng, that is, the Xiangmei poison actually does not have a toxic effect, it will only continue to act on the soul.

Until the poisoned person completely becomes a walking corpse who only obeys the orders of the poisoner. That is a real walking corpse, because the soul has been corroded by the fragrance and only the body remains.

Wuwei was both angry and sad. The fate of his only disciple was too rough.

First, his spiritual roots were dug out, and his tendons and veins were all destroyed. He was finally able to practice again, and when everything was back on track, this ancient poison appeared.

This old thing, God, really likes to pick on the unfortunate people.

Wuwei now regrets that Mei brought Luo Jiusheng to the upper realm to practice. It was just a matter of him getting injured and fighting with the Heavenly Dao. At any rate, it was better than his good disciple being poisoned by such a strange poison.

After all, it was his negligence. He shouldn't have left before teaching him more medical and poison skills.

If he was watching, maybe he wouldn't...

"Master, I'm fine. Fortunately, it was discovered earlier, right? Master, please suppress the poison for me first."

Luo Jiusheng saw Wuwei's expression of guilt and self-blame, so she spoke up to comfort Wuwei.

It is impossible to say that Luo Jiusheng is not worried.

She even developed a feeling of powerlessness and grief. It was obvious that she had broken the formation in the Liuli Secret Realm for herself and for the many new talents of the Luoshen Continent.

This was originally a meritorious deed, but because of it, she was poisoned by an ancient poison that she might never be able to get rid of in her lifetime.

Who should she blame?

Should I blame myself for breaking the formation? Or should I blame the Zhongli family for being ruthless? Or should I blame fate?

But there’s no point in having someone to blame, right?

The most important thing is to detoxify.

So, in just a moment, Luo Jiusheng came to his senses.

There is no point in dwelling on this issue. Instead of being sad and depressed, she might as well suppress the poison as soon as possible, improve her cultivation, and seek various solutions.

Even if there is no way out in the end, she has to do what she should do and make arrangements before the worst result comes.

Moreover, there may be a solution.

"Okay. But suppressing the toxin requires some rare medicinal herbs, which I have to collect. It will take three months.

But don't worry, this poison works very slowly, and it will take at least ten years to have a significant impact on the soul.

So your cultivation and the like will not be affected much at present."