Xu Qing stared into the wish box, his eyes glittering.

As Wu Jianwu had explained, wish boxes could have anything in them. If you were lucky, it might be an imperial-class legacy. On the other hand, you could also get nothing more than some dried-up leaves. It all came down to chance.

Based on Xu Qing’s understanding, the fact that the very first wish box he opened had a medicinal pill and a jade slip meant that he was very lucky.

Settling his thoughts, he prepared to pick up the jade slip and examine it. However, before he did, his expression flickered, and he reached out and slammed the wish box shut. The aura from within the box was therefore cut off, yet his skin was already starting to turn dark.

“Poison?” Xu Qing’s pupils constricted.

It wasn’t just his flesh that was being affected. Even his internal organs were starting to rot. What was particularly shocking to Xu Qing was that he wasn’t experiencing any sensation of pain. Whether externally or internally, the symptoms were unlike anything he had ever seen. It almost seemed like he was hallucinating. He got absolutely no sensation from the darkening of his skin or the withering of his organs, and couldn’t detect any dharma force at work within him.

Yet based on what his eyes were telling him, and his understanding of the dao of poison, he knew that he had been poisoned.

What kind of poison is this…?

Flesh was starting to peel off of his face and drop to the ground, causing him to bleed profusely. In fact, it wasn’t just his face. It...