Meng Yang’s hands trembled with fear.

I thought it was a pill that boosts power by 80 years, but who knew it was poison.

So disappointing.

"This is a pill from the Blood Boiling Race, normally only available to the Divine Elder’s direct disciples."

"The Military Department calls this pill the Heaven Pill."

Zhao Qian’en nodded and said.

"Heaven Pill? Why does it sound so ambiguous.

"Meng Yang, after taking it, you can indulge in the sauna resort, living in intoxication!"

Yang Lezhi inferred quite a bit from the name of the pill.

"After taking the Heaven Pill, your Qi Blood will increase tenfold in a short time, at that point, you’ll be a Qi Blood monster."

Zhao Qian’en continued.

"So that’s how it is, I thought it was some kind of poison, turns out it’s an overdraft-type pill. Ten times Qi Blood is already terrifying, I’m quite satisfied, haha!"

Meng Yang let out a long breath.

It’s good that the pill has value; if I don’t need it, I can sell it.

This is all money.

There are always daredevils who love buying such pills.

"Don’t interrupt me, this Heaven Pill is different from ordinary overdraft pills.

"After your Qi Blood increases tenfold, you can’t use it yourself. Your role is as a power source, restoring Qi Blood for your teammates."

"After taking the Heaven Pill, you can cast several life lines within a certain range, allowing martial artists linked by the life lines to share your tenfold Qi Blood."

"Strictly speaking, this is an auxiliary pill!"

"Of course, after taking it, you’ll have severe after-effects, possibly spending about half a year bedridden."

Zhao Qian’en explained.

"Impressive, the Blood Boiling Race even has such a strange pill, Meng Yang, big boss, remember to take me on the battlefield in the future."

Yang Lezhi’s face was filled with shock.

Your Qi Blood increases tenfold, you can’t use it for yourself, but instead serve others.

Heaven Pill, turns out it means sacrifice.

Sacrificing yourself, benefiting others, you’re like a little angel.

"I don’t want this pill anymore."

Meng Yang was on the verge of tears.

With this auxiliary attribute, it’s probably unsellable.

Sacrificing yourself to fulfill others, but I, Meng Yang, don’t have such virtue.

You even have to be bedridden for half a year.

So unwilling.

"Nothing to be done, this is the luck of the draw."

Zhao Qian’en shook his head.

"Meng Yang, I suggest you go to the most dangerous battlefield and sell the Qi Blood there."

Yang Lezhi offered a suggestion.

"Will I die?"

Meng Yang was on the verge of tears.

"Good to see you have some sense; keep this pill as an heirloom."

Bai Xiaolong sneered.

"Bai Xiaolong, your needle box is a kind of cursed dark weapon.

"The Palm Eye Race intended to scare Earth Martial Artists when they created this dark weapon.

"Once you’re hit by the poison needle, a curse will be implanted in the martial artist’s body. When you crush the curse box, the cursed martial artist will go mad accordingly.

"Blindness, severe headache, and even terrifying hallucinations in their mind, then they start slaughtering rampantly.

"If a group of cursed martial artists steps onto the battlefield, it would definitely be a disaster, plunging the entire low-grade battlefield into panic.

"A hundred poison needles can curse 100 Fifth-Grade martial artists, and their collective frenzy on the battlefield would be a catastrophe.

"The greatest characteristic of this poison needle is that when it pierces the martial artist’s body, there’s no sensation at all, the martial artist can’t detect it, extremely terrifying.

"Fortunately, the materials to create these poison needles are scarce, and the Palm Eye Race doesn’t have many. This box, they might have intended to use it on the Divine Land Martial Artists but it ended up in the Scab Beast Jungle."

"Of course, this Curse Needle can’t directly kill Fifth-Grade martial artists, it can only induce temporary blindness and madness."

Zhao Qian’en sighed.

Back then, he was a Sixth-Grade, and the Zhao Qi Corps had encountered a Palm Eye Race curse event.

The Yangxiang Race held poison needles, disguised as humans, and fired them at Fifth-Grade martial artists they met from the Zhao Qi Corps.

Ultimately, over 100 Fifth-Grade martial artists fell into the trap, and at the beginning of the war, their pupils exploded instantaneously, screaming as they rushed to attack their comrades, directly leading to a war defeat, leaving Zhao Qi Corps badly damaged.

The poisoned martial artists were eventually transported back to the Research Institute, and the Elixir Group developed an antidote.

But the losses from that battle were incalculable.

So, Zhao Qian’en remembers these poison needles vividly.

"Really impressive, need to find a chance to curse the alien army."

Bai Xiaolong held the wooden box, secretly nodding.

Unfortunately, the poison needle’s range is limited, must be within ten meters, which is a problem.

But it’s no big deal, there’s time, we’ll talk about it later.

"Bai Xiaolong, this wooden box can make you renowned!"

Yang Lezhi was full of envy.

"Trade it for your Black Nine Sword?"

Bai Xiaolong lifted the wooden box, asking calmly.

"Hehe, forget it, I still feel my big sword suits me!"

Yang Lezhi waved his hand.

"Bai Xiaolong, your wooden box is amazing, it can make you famous!"

Meng Yang said enviously.

However, this time Bai Xiaolong remained expressionless.

Meng Yang was anxious inside.

Trade with me, I would agree immediately.

But alas, Bai Xiaolong just sneered.

"Bai Xiaolong, want to trade?"

Meng Yang finally couldn’t resist, lifting his pill.

"Get lost!"

Bai Xiaolong chuckled mockingly.

...

Not long after, the Scab Beast Demon Emperor descended.

It tossed the Rosa grass and Poison Willow ore to Su Yue with a dissatisfied look.

Quack quack quack!

Then, the Scab Beast Demon Emperor hurriedly urged Su Yue and the others to get lost.

The Scab Beast Jungle, not a moment can be desecrated by martial artists.

Quack quack!

Su Yue also exchanged a few words with the Scab Beast Demon Emperor in beast language: