“Monkey, what’s the poison in my body?” Lu Yin asked while checking the various medicines that were in his cosmic ring.

The Ghost Monkey seriously answered, “I don’t know, but if even Seventh Bro couldn’t sense it, then there’s no way for this poison to be something simple. It’ll be very difficult to get rid of this kind of poison.”

Lu Yin continued to go through the numerous medicines stored in his cosmic ring, but he was only able to confirm that not a single one of them would be able to neutralize this poison.

Nightking Zhenwu was just too meticulous. Even though he had been completely confident in being able to defeat Lu Yin, he had still resorted to methods like poison. Not only had the Nightking wanted to defeat Lu Yin, but he had also wanted to utterly crush Lu Yin and establish his power and prestige as the leader of the Ten Arbiters. 

“Unfortunately, the Root of Intelligence’s wilted. Otherwise, you would definitely have an antidote.” The monkey sighed.

Lu Yin’s heart skipped a beat, and he instantly screened the monkey off before rolling his die again. He was guaranteed to eventually roll three pips: Enhance in this place.

The first roll was one pip: Pilfer. Useless. Lu Yin rested for ten days.

The second roll was five pips: Gift Copy. Still useless. He rested for another ten days.

The third roll was one pip: Pilfer again. Useless. Ten more days passed.

…

Time went on in this fashion, and good luck did not come to Lu Yin. Fortunately, although he could not resolve the poison, Lu Yin’s physique prevented the poison from killing him outright. It was...