“Old Qing, what are we buying at the Five Seasons Apothecary? If you need divine medicines, I still have some in stock,” Zhao Xing said, looking up at the archway sign in the sky as he slowly walked underneath it.
Beside him, Qing Yuzi, wearing a bamboo hat, said coolly, “How many people can your little bit of medicine feed?”
Zhao Xing was speechless.
Having money really did give one confidence.
Had he forgotten the days when he was nothing more than a beast of burden?
“When a realm faces寂滅, calamities occur frequently. After a disaster passes, the thing produced in the greatest quantity is poison.”
“Why do so many physicians come to the Jìmiè Realm? It’s because there are so many toxin sources here!”
“The poisons of the Yellow Jìmiè Realm are exceptionally terrifying, not to mention a place like the Divine Burial Crypt.”
Zhao Xing thought back to the True Spirit Heavenly Toxin he had once been afflicted with and felt that Qing Yuzi had a point.
Although he also cultivated the medical arts and had mastered the recipes for the five great divine medicines, he was still just a half-baked practitioner.
Other calamities were easy to withstand, but toxin sources were truly bizarre and endless, making them impossible to guard against.