After transmigrating, I cultivated immortality by smelling the scent.

Chapter 103 The Poison of the Soul-Eating Powder

The magic weapon used by those at the Core Formation stage is indeed fast. Under Ye Xiaobai's guidance, Elder Zhou quickly led everyone to the Purple Forest Mountain Range.

After communicating with Mu Beifeng and learning the exact location, Ye Xiaobai and the others quickly found the place.

There stood a young man in white, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his brows revealing determination and courage; his bright, star-like eyes shone with an indomitable light.

At this moment, although a trace of blood had spilled from the corner of his mouth, he showed no sign of backing down and continued to do his best to resist the fierce attack from the three cultivators who had formed the Golden Core stage.

Other White Tiger Sect disciples were also engaged in a fierce battle with the Azure Cloud Sect disciples, and most of them had already suffered serious injuries.

During the battle, enormous golden tiger phantoms appeared intermittently, accompanied by the tiger's roar.

The Core Formation cultivator on the other side was also extremely frustrated, not expecting this Core Formation cultivator from the White Tiger Sect to be so troublesome.

"Mu Beifeng actually fought against three Core Formation stage cultivators by himself and was only slightly at a disadvantage!" shouted a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator who was traveling with him.

"Senior Brother Mu is indeed amazing!"

"Is this the White Tiger Technique?" Ye Xiaobai exclaimed, gazing at the golden tiger phantom released by Mu Beifeng.

"Bei Feng, are you alright?" Zhou Wenlei asked with concern.

"Elder Zhou, I'm fine!" Mu Beifeng said with a smile, calmly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You brats, consider yourselves lucky!" A Core Formation cultivator from the Qingyun Sect said angrily when he saw that the White Tiger Sect's reinforcements had fallen. He then called on the other Qingyun Sect disciples to evacuate the area.

Having said that, he flashed away and sped off into the distance. The other Qingyun Sect disciples followed suit, disappearing like a gust of wind. Their figures gradually faded into the distance, soon vanishing into the dense forest.

"You old fool, don't run away if you dare!" Another Core Formation stage cultivator from the White Tiger Sect, named Luo Dalin, shouted loudly. He was about to chase after the Qingyun Sect cultivators when Zhou Wenlei stopped him.

"Old Luo, let's forget it. Be careful not to chase after them and fall into their ambush. Besides, many of our disciples have been injured!" Zhou Wenlei explained.

"They're lucky!" Luo Dalin said, slightly annoyed.

Then, Zhou Wenlei looked at the disciples behind Mu Beifeng and asked, "How are everyone's injuries? Are they serious?"

A short disciple stepped forward first and said, "Elder Zhou, most of our injuries are superficial, but it seems that Senior Brother Mu has been poisoned by the Spirit-Eating Powder!"

"What?!" Zhou Wenlei was shocked to hear that Mu Beifeng had been poisoned. He immediately ran to Mu Beifeng's side, grabbed his arm, and asked, "Beifeng, you've been poisoned?"

"I didn't..." Before he could finish speaking, Mu Beifeng could no longer hold back. He forcibly suppressed the toxins in his body and barely managed to deal with three Core Formation stage cultivators. He himself had only recently formed his Core, and he could no longer hold on. In the blink of an eye, he was about to collapse.

"Senior Brother Mu, be careful!" everyone asked with concern.

Zhou Wenlei quickly helped Mu Beifeng steady himself.

At this moment, Mu Beifeng's face gradually turned black, and the signs of poisoning became more and more obvious. Mu Beifeng felt his body begin to weaken, and his limbs were as heavy as lead blocks and difficult to move.

His breathing became rapid and irregular, as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. To make matters worse, a strong sense of dizziness kept washing over him, causing the world before his eyes to blur.

However, Mu Beifeng still fainted.

"Bei Feng!" Zhou Wenlei and the others shouted loudly, but Mu Bei Feng did not respond. Everyone was also filled with worry, after all, it was Senior Brother Mu who withstood the attack of three Core Formation stage cultivators from the Qingyun Sect, otherwise they, as Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, would have been dead long ago.

Zhou Wenlei immediately took out a mid-grade antidote pill from his storage bag, hoping to alleviate Mu Beifeng's condition.

After half a day without any response, Zhou Wenlei suddenly felt uneasy. If this dragged on any longer, Mu Beifeng's life might be in danger. If he couldn't save Mu Beifeng, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to the sect leader when he returned.

In desperation, Zhou Wenlei immediately looked around and shouted, "Does anyone have an antidote to neutralize the poison of the Soul-Eroding Powder?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and we looked around, but no one responded.

Just then, someone said, "Isn't that Junior Brother Ye Xiaobai from Lingdan Peak? I heard he's a third-grade alchemist. Doesn't he have any antidotes?"

Upon hearing the news, everyone immediately began searching for Ye Xiaobai's location.

At this moment, Ye Xiaobai was troubled, not because of Mu Beifeng, but because the Purple Flame Thunder Leopard was restless in the spirit beast pouch, wanting to find a place in the Purple Forest Mountains where lightning power was abundant to break through.

Just as Ye Xiaobai was considering how to talk to Zhou Wenlei, Zhou Wenlei found Ye Xiaobai and asked anxiously, "Ye Xiaobai, do you have any antidote pills?"

"Yes!" Ye Xiaobai answered without hesitation. Hearing Ye Xiaobai's affirmative answer, Zhou Wenlei's anxious face instantly showed a hint of joy.

"Quickly bring some out, quickly save Mu Beifeng from the poison of the Soul-Eating Powder!" Zhou Wenlei said anxiously.

"I can take it out, but my antidote pills won't be able to cure Mu Beifeng's poison," Ye Xiaobai slowly revealed the truth.

"What? Even your antidote pills can't remove Mu Beifeng's Soul-Eroding Powder poison!" Zhou Wenlei asked in disbelief, the joy on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by a furrowed brow.

"Yes, my antidote is only a high-grade antidote, which can only temporarily suppress the toxicity of the Soul-Eroding Powder."

"To completely remove the poison of the Spirit-Eroding Powder, you need a thousand-year-old golden vine as an antidote!" Ye Xiaobai immediately revealed the antidote. After speaking, he took out a bottle of high-grade antidote pills and handed it to Zhou Wenlei.

Zhou Wenlei hesitated before accepting the antidote pills, but still took out two and put them into Mu Beifeng's body. He then noticed that the spread of the black energy within Mu Beifeng's body had temporarily slowed.

Zhou Wenlei finally caught his breath, then looked at the crowd and shouted, "Does anyone have a Thousand Gold Vine? I'm willing to spend 20 spirit stones to buy it!"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and no one responded. They all wanted to help Mu Beifeng, but the Thousand Gold Vine was a rare spiritual herb, which neither they nor Ye Xiaobai possessed.

Ye Xiaobai knew that most of them probably didn't have the rare spiritual herb, Thousand Gold Vine, so he suggested, "Elder Zhou, this place is relatively close to the market town of Sanjiang City. I suggest we go to the Miaodan Market to take a look. Maybe we can find it there!"

"Okay! Let's do it your way!" Zhou Wenlei was overjoyed upon hearing Ye Xiaobai's suggestion and immediately agreed with it.

"Old Luo, take Ye Xiaobai to the market in Sanjiang City to find the Thousand Gold Vine. If you can't return within three hours, I'll take Mu Beifeng back to the sect to figure out a solution!" Zhou Wenlei said.

"Okay, let's do it that way!" Luo Dalin agreed to Zhou Wenlei's arrangement.