Patriarch Meng doesn’t need to worry, and neither do the other practitioners of Ancient Medicine.
The Energy Dissipating Pill isn’t really considered a poison; it merely temporarily seals one’s Inner Strength, without much effect on the body.
As a Level Four Member of the Pill Alliance, Ying Zijin was just able to produce the Energy Dissipating Pill, which indeed matched her current level of skill.
The Great Elder stroked his beard, thinking to himself that once he returned to the Pill Alliance, he should provide Ying Zijin with a few elixir formulas similar to the Vein Fragmenting Pill, so that she would have the ability to protect herself in the future.
Ninety percent of Ancient Medicine practitioners possess no Ancient Martial Cultivation, but they can protect themselves with the Gold and Silver Needles and elixirs.
"Hey, doesn’t this mean it’s a tie? If it’s a tie, how should they compete?"
"It seems like they have to check which of the two pills is more toxic, and whoever has the more potent one wins."
But at that moment, Meng Qingxue’s complexion suddenly turned pale, and her body began to tremble violently.
The smile had not yet faded from Patriarch Meng’s face when his expression changed dramatically, "Qingxue!"
Meng Qingxue spat out a mouthful of blood.
"..."
The sight left the crowd in shock and silence.
The Great Elder hadn’t expected Meng Qingxue to fail even at producing the antidote for the Energy Dissipating Pill, and still somewhat dazed, he hadn’t reacted yet.
Patriarch Meng quickly took to the stage, snatching the antidote that Ying Zijin had prepared from the hands of the Great Elder and immediately fed it to Meng Qingxue.
However, by this time, the poison had already taken effect, and administering the antidote was still a step too late.
Meng Qingxue spat out another mouthful of blood, her face as white as paper, and her breathing weakened.
Her lips trembled, and she struggled to swallow the antidote.
This antidote did indeed have a quick effect; after Meng Qingxue took it, her face gradually regained some color, but her fingers were still shaking.
Clearly, the strength of her body at this moment couldn’t withstand the power of the medication, and the two mouthfuls of blood she spat out had greatly depleted her vitality.
Everything happened so fast that the people below the stage couldn’t react in time.
"At such a young age, to be so ruthless!" Patriarch Meng swept a cold glance over, "It’s only a competition, it should stop at the right point. Is there a need to push so hard?"
"Or, are you really so afraid that Qingxue will beat you, making it impossible for you to maintain your status in the Ancient Medical field, worrying about losing face in front of your man, and feeling aggrieved?"
That one sentence caused Meng Qingxue, who had only just regained some color in her cheeks, to turn pale once again, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
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