Looking at Xu Qing expressionlessly, the old man said, “Those pills are fake. Consuming them won’t do anything.”5

Xu Qing opened his eyes and looked at the old man, all while committing to memory the feeling of consuming the pills. “I’ve reached a bottleneck in my curse pill project. I need to make headway in another direction first. Therefore, even if these pills are fake, I can still learn something from their behavior that might be able to get me past this bottleneck.”3

The old man looked deeply at Xu Qing, then glanced at the collection of multicolored pills spread out in front of him.0

Xu Qing took a deep breath, picked up one of the pills, then put it in his mouth and continued with the same work from before.1

In that manner, half a month passed.0

Xu Qing had already concocted about ninety percent of the poison medicines and poison pills he had locked in his memories. He even managed to create some new ones. As he consumed more pills, his pupils dilated until they eventually spread out to cover the whites of his eyes, leaving his eyes pitch black.6

In the following days, the old man in white came out on a few occasions to watch.1

At first, he didn’t understand what Xu Qing...0