In less than half a cup of tea, the man should have been poisoned long ago, but he is still in high spirits, and his immortal power has slowly returned. Before, Yuanying Huangjie's cultivation seemed to have made a breakthrough, and he saw that he was leaving Yuanying Xuan.

One step away.

Nan Hu was puzzled. The pill that that man took was ten to eight times that of others. Why didn't he see anything wrong? Now it seems... it was of great benefit!

Nan Hu was puzzled. A group of thirteen people had obviously prepared the elixir.

Tian Linglian stood up and raised his hand to take dozens of small porcelain cups. At a glance, it was clear that they were the items used by the inn to entertain guests and make tea. They all looked a bit old.

There is even more missing.

As for the remaining twelve people, they knew that Tian Linglian had just sent a secret message saying that he was here to mix the elixirs into a concoction, but he just knew that he could not clean up some debris that he had left everywhere in a hurry, so he gave it to them.

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The tidying up here has been done without complaint, and cups of concoction have been prepared over there at Tianlinglian.

"There is actually a solution to these eighteen evils. In a proper ratio, the ginseng, cinnamon, peony and hellebore can actually be beneficial." Seeing Nan Hu's confusion, Qi Hao, who had just stood up and was about to clear away the garbage, said.

, "For more details, I'll ask Tian Linglian to write to you another day."

Nan Hu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, it would be understandable if the "eighteen anti-drugs" can be solved with proper proportions. After all, many anti-drugs in medicine can be used together.

As for the "eighteen evils" that have never been solved, it is also because of their great harm. People who practice medicine are all doctors with benevolence and rarely harm others. Naturally, they will not use people to test the solutions to the "eighteen evils" on a proportional basis.

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Even medical idiots are mostly imprisoned by the common sense of the "18th Rebellion" that has been passed down for thousands of years and do not know how to think about the solution.

Nanhu figured it out, so he didn't say anything, and helped a group of thirteen people to carry the cups prepared by Tianlinglian to the people who were already poisoned and dying.

Looking at the group of people, some of them had dilated pupils, their eyes were out of focus, and even the nail beds under their fingernails were black and purple. Black and red blood was flowing out of their eyes, ears, nose and mouth, accompanied by bursts of fishy stench.

Everyone squatted down, not caring whether the person in front of them was already covered in stench, or whether they would be covered in blood.

He still used his magical power to condense the liquid in the tea cup that could save the lives of these people into a thin thread, and poured it into the mouths of the dying people in front of him.

Then the immortal power circulates, causing the medicinal power to travel throughout the meridians and organs of the poisoned person's body, thus neutralizing the poison.

This process consumes a lot of immortal power. It can almost be said that every time a person is saved, the thirteen people who go to Nanhu together will consume half of their own immortal power.

After everyone had saved one person each, and saw that the person in front of them had detoxified, and the bruises on the nail beds and face had faded, everyone felt relieved and moved on to the next person.

The man who had just recovered from the shock that he had not died before saw that everyone was approaching again and he was walking with them. The remaining dozens of demon slayers who had been poisoned were struck with a burst of immortal power, killing several of them.

Cup in human hand.

In fact, it wouldn't be like this if not for the fact that everyone was concentrating on rescuing people, and the immortal power was consumed too quickly, making them somewhat exhausted.

But this man's behavior made the thirteen people really angry. If he hadn't prepared extra concoctions, the few cups this man would have knocked over and wasted without observing would have cost several lives!

They had long expected that the man would not be able to calm down, but everyone thought that the man would only attack them even if he attacked, but they did not expect that man to overturn the potion indiscriminately...

Everyone raised their heads, and with just one glance, the man felt trembling all over, holding on to the wall tremblingly, stumbling and rolling out of the inn like garlic.

It wasn't until he left the inn that he realized that if those people hadn't been proficient in their own cultivation and the fluctuation of the immortal power around them, the huge difference in their realms...
Chapter completed!