1904: C1904 Poison Immunity

C1904 Poison Immunity

1Fortunately, he was fighting one of them. If he was fighting Qin Ming, he could already announce his defeat.

"I must successfully refine the Detoxification Pill."

Chiaki did her best to suppress the fear in her heart.

He knew that this was a critical moment, and he absolutely couldn't let it go.

Even if the Prefectural Turtle succeeded in concocting the poison pill, they would at most die together with Qin Ming.

If they didn't want to die, they would have to depend on his Detoxification Pill.

Although it was a heaven-grade Detoxification Pill and might not be able to cure snake grade poison, as long as they held on... If Qin Ming died first, he would win.

If the outcome of the battle was determined, he would naturally be able to take out his own Dimensional Ring. There was a snake grade Detoxification Pill inside.

Chiaki no longer looked at the audience below. She endured the immense pressure and meticulously began concocting pills.

Although she didn't use her full potential during the entire process, it was a good thing that she didn't directly fail like the previous two attempts.

As they refined and refined, the audience below stopped cheering. The time for the competition gradually approached. They closed their breaths and waited for the final result.

"I succeeded."

Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, the Prefectural Turtle let out a large breath.

Just now, it seemed like Qin Ming's name was being called from below. That was the most crucial moment for him to concoct the pill, and he could only focus on concocting the pill. He had no idea what had happened.

He looked down and found that most of the audience were glaring at him.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Did I expose my identity? But that's not right. Even if I did, there wouldn't be so many people who would be hostile towards me."

"Besides, if my identity is really exposed, qi Lin will definitely kill me on the spot."

"It must be because I thought too much."

The district turtle intended to ask Chiaki what had happened just now, but he saw that Chiaki's head was covered in sweat and her hands were trembling. He then looked at the pill that he had refined.

It was only a Heavenly Level pill.

"It can't be. Chiaki's ability to concoct pills is so weak, and even concocting a Heavenly Level Detoxification Pill is so difficult."

"This snake Alchemist of his shouldn't be a fake, right?"

Of course, he knew the other party's true strength. Usually, when concocting pills in the alchemy room, his skill level was about the same as his, so he wouldn't be so weak.

How could he know that the audience had just called Qin Ming's name, giving him so much pressure?

This was like Qin Ming's home ground. It was as if the entire Lan City's Martial Cultivator supported him.

Also, because of the mistakes in his previous two plans, it made him feel even more pressured in his heart.

His mind was already in chaos. Chiaki was already impressed by herself for being able to withstand the pressure and concoct pills.

Finally, the competition ended, and Qin Ming and Chiaki also successfully concocted pills.

"Phew..."

Chiaki let out a long sigh of relief in her heart as she watched the pill fire extinguish. He felt that this cauldron of pill was even harder to refine than the usual Snake pill.

At the same time, after the pressure, he felt that his mind had become even stronger, and even his ability to concoct pills had improved a little.

It could be said that he had gained a lot.

As for Qin Ming, he had just finished refining.

To him, refining a cauldron of Snake Grade Poison Pill could be completed easily. It did not even take him eight hours.

He could have refined a batch of Poison Pills and another batch of Detoxification Pill.

But did he need Detoxification Pill?

No need.

His Nether Fire could neutralize any poison.

At least, he had never encountered a poison that he could not cure.

However, the Nether Fire could only burn within his body, and could not help others.

When others approached the Nether Fire, other than melting, there was no other possibility.

"Is this the ability of my bloodline?"

Qin Ming thought to himself.

He had long suspected it.

Logically speaking, a human's body would not be immune to poison.

For so many years, he had never encountered a Martial Cultivator that was completely immune to poison. It was the same even for Mi Bei, who possessed a saint blood.

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