Published: November 30, -0001
This damn thing hurts too much; it's almost like it's life-threatening.
Is this really an antidote pill? Or is it a killing pill?
The black slave was drenched in sweat, with veins bulging on his forehead. The cramping pain felt like it was about to crush his entire body.
"I want to kill you; do I still need poison?" Qin Chen glanced at the black slave, speechless. "If you can't even endure this little pain, how do you expect to become strong? Hold your breath and concentrate, and refine this medicinal power within your body."
"Yes!"
The black slave grimaced, hurriedly sitting cross-legged, struggling to refine the medicinal power within him.
If he didn’t know that Qin Chen wanted to kill him, he would think Qin Chen was trying to poison him with all this effort.
In his heart, he felt speechless. This hurts too damn much, it's like being sliced by a thousand knives. If you say you can’t endure this, why don’t you try it?
He had no idea what kind of poison pill Qin Chen had concocted. Would he end up rotting away and dying from the experiment?
Just as he was lost in thought, he saw Qin Chen take a pill and swallow it directly, then sit cross-legged and begin refining.
The entire process was extremely calm. He didn’t even see Qin Chen let out a single sound, as if the pill he swallowed was not the same as his, but merely a candy.
No way?
The black slave was dumbfounded. If he hadn’t seen Qin Chen swallow the same antidote pill he had refined, he would never believe that Qin Chen’s reaction would be like this after taking the pill.
"I don’t believe it. If Young Master Chen can endure, how could I not?"
Clenching his teeth, the black slave began to crazily refine the medicinal power within him.
As the medicinal power was refined, that intense pain came quickly and left just as fast, vanishing completely like a receding tide.
Immediately following, an extremely comfortable feeling radiated from the black slave's body, making him feel light as a feather.
"So comfortable, how can it be so comfortable?"
What shocked the black slave even more was that the originally oppressive air of the Black Death Marsh felt incredibly refreshing after taking the antidote pill from Qin Chen.
At the same time, a thin layer of black substance appeared on his body, seeping from his pores and covering his skin. With a gentle shake, it turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.
"Young Master Chen, that antidote pill just now..."
Seeing Qin Chen open his eyes, having also refined the antidote pill he took, the black slave hurriedly asked. He was filled with too many questions at this moment.
Qin Chen gave him a glance and said, "The antidote pill I just gave you was concocted after I analyzed the composition of the miasma in this Black Death Marsh, using the blood crystal of the Mud Dragon and the spiritual herbs from this swamp."
"The antidote pill you took earlier, while it also has the ability to dispel miasma, was clearly made by a fourth-grade alchemist, and the method used to concoct it was a standard approach to removing miasma."
"On the surface, it could prevent the miasma from entering your body; however, it didn't fully achieve that, so there would still be some miasma remaining in your body."
The black slave was astonished. "Are you saying that my antidote pill didn't work?"
"Not that it didn't work; it just wasn't completely effective."
Qin Chen explained, "If you live in this Black Death Marsh for a long time, those miasma that entered your body, although few in number, will slowly corrode your meridians and body. Once the accumulation reaches a certain amount, you will start to show symptoms of poisoning."
"Even if the amount accumulated isn't enough to poison you, once you exit the Black Death Marsh, the remaining miasma will continue to linger in your body, like a hidden ailment, greatly affecting your future breakthroughs."
"And the antidote pill I just refined is meant to completely eliminate the toxins remaining in your body, allowing your body to return to a flawless state."