Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

No one knew how Shangguan Zhi discussed the matter with Dan Chenzi, the leader of Haotian Sect. Anyway, within a few days, the undercover agent of the Demon Sect was delivered by Shangguan Zhi.

The one sent here was a male disciple with a plump figure, who seemed to be called He Qu. From his appearance, he seemed to be a simple and honest person, at least he would not make people feel annoyed.

He Qu spoke very little. When they first met, he looked at Yan Wenmo and Su Nian with curiosity, but there was no malice in his eyes, only pure curiosity.

Yan Wenmo thought that he was an introvert who didn't like to talk much, so he decided to ask him why he wanted to be a traitor to the Demon Cult when he had some free time.

It was a sunny day, and for some reason, Yan Wenmo smelled an indescribable orchid fragrance. After smelling the fragrance, for some reason, her head began to feel dizzy and she even had the illusion of drowsiness.

[Ding, I have noticed that the host has been drugged. I would like to remind the host to take the Qingxin Pill. Otherwise, the host will bear all the consequences.]

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo pondered for a while before asking the system:

"Then is there any way to make people immune to all poisons?! If I only rely on the Qingxin Pill, wouldn't it cost me a lot of points?!"

The system seemed to have long been accustomed to its host's stinginess. It directly opened the control panel and presented a panacea that was immune to all poisons in front of Yan Wenmo.

"Fuck, it's just a broken pill, and you want a thousand points from me, why don't you just go and rob it?!"

Looking at the selling price of one thousand points on the system panel, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but roar in her sea of ​​consciousness. In response to her anger, the system called up all the information about the Panacea Pill.

After Yan Wenmo read it word by word, he realized that the panacea was not only immune to various poisons and drugs, but also immune to poisons like witchcraft. He actually felt that it was a good deal.

After all, she had read in some books that this poison was quite difficult to cure, and once it was planted, unless the poison master took action, even a god would find it difficult to cure it.

Therefore, considering that this panacea can cure the poison, she mercifully spent a thousand points to buy peace.

After taking the panacea, her originally groggy head instantly became clear. She sniffed the orchid-like fragrance in the air and followed the scent step by step.

In an open space somewhere in Qianyang Sect, He Qu was seen throwing medicinal herbs into an ancient-style alchemy furnace. As the herbs entered the furnace, the drowsy feeling became more severe.

So, did he make a powerful drug? Yan Wenmo frowned and thought to himself.

As the amount of medicinal herbs gradually increased, the inexplicable fragrance became stronger, so much so that Xie Xiaofeng, who was still practicing boxing, and Su Nian, who was considering selecting those puppets to send to the Demon Sect, both fainted from the smell.

"Brother Xiaopang, what are you doing?!"

Perhaps the sudden sound scared He Qu so much that his hand trembled and the originally round pill turned into ashes in an instant.

Seeing this, Yan Wenmo looked at He Qu cautiously and said hesitantly:

"Brother Xiaopang, I said I didn't mean it, do you believe me?!"

But He Qu looked at her cautiously and whispered:

"Sorry...sorry for causing you trouble. I'll find another place to make the elixir."

He spoke in panic, and there was no trace of anger on his face. Instead, he looked like he was afraid of something. Yan Wenmo stared at him blankly, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say? !

But his temper was too good. He was disturbed and the elixir he had worked so hard to refine turned into ashes, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he quietly cleaned up the mess and left in disgrace? !

After being puzzled for a long time, Yan Wenmo suddenly remembered that he did not fall into a coma because he took the panacea. If so, doesn't it mean that this pill has a strong anesthetic effect?

Even people with my level of cultivation can be knocked unconscious. I think those in the Nascent Soul stage can also be knocked unconscious.

Perhaps, he could use his elixir to make a magical weapon that could make demon cultivators faint when they smelled it. In this way, even if a cultivator with low strength encountered a demon cultivator, he would have a chance to protect himself and escape.

Thinking of this, Yan Wenmo subconsciously picked up a pill that fell in the grass, but in his mind he was thinking about how to make a magical weapon that could make people unconscious quickly. After all, if he was not careful, this thing could hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt himself by eight hundred.

Perhaps it was because it couldn't bear to see it, the system in Yan Wenmo's sea of ​​consciousness simply gave her a blueprint. When Yan Wenmo saw the blueprint, she looked at He Qu's back with shining eyes and said:

"Brother Xiaopang, wait a minute, let's discuss something."

The call of "Little Fatty Senior Brother" made He Qudun stand still. He looked at Yan Wenmo's happy face helplessly and said timidly:

"You... don't do it, I... I'm very powerful."

Yan Wenmo looked at him sincerely and said:

"I'll find you a place to make pills. Can you... sell me your pills?!"

He Qu stared at Yan Wenmo blankly, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked with concern:

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Yan Wenmo was stunned by his question and said blankly:

"What?!"

He Qu looked at Yan Wenmo's puzzled expression and couldn't help but whispered:

"Pigs won't eat this medicine, but you still want to spend money to buy it? Don't you have a brain?!"

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo's mouth twitched. She looked at He Qu with disdain and said unconvincedly:

"You think it's useless, right?! If so, what if I make it useful?! What will you do?!"

He Qu laughed subconsciously when he heard this. For the first time, sarcasm and ridicule appeared on his honest face. He said coldly:

"If you can really make it useful, then I will give you all my pills for free. How about that?!"

Seeing this, Yan Wenmo refused to admit defeat and said:

"Then...it's a deal."

After that, she handed a pill to He Qu and said confidently:

"You wait"

After saying that, she left confidently, humming a little tune. He Qu looked at the pill in his hand and held it silently.

He was so cautious, as if he was holding on to a tiny hope, a hope so fragile that he didn't dare to use any more strength.

"My pills can also be of great use."

He Qu muttered to himself subconsciously, and then subconsciously raised his voice, and said in a tone full of stubbornness and persistence:

"My medicine will definitely come in handy."

Yan Wenmo worked non-stop for six days in the alchemy room she built, but she couldn't make a single object that looked exactly like the blueprint. She looked at the failed products scattered around in frustration and couldn't help but mutter:

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?! Will I die if I succeed just once?! Ah, what's wrong with just letting me succeed just once?! Will I die?!..."

While cursing, Yan Wenmo continued to work hard. She was disappointed again and again, and had to start over again and again. This stubbornness lasted until the ninth day, when she finally made what she wanted. She even gave it a name, Zuiyingxiang.

The appearance of Zuiyingxiang is somewhat like firecrackers, and its main function is to facilitate use.

Yan Wenmo's idea was that when low-level cultivators encountered demon cultivators, they would throw down the Drunken Infant Incense, and the intoxicating medicinal fragrance would instantly spray out, directly knocking the demon cultivators unconscious to the ground. This way, the weaker cultivators would have plenty of time to escape.

Because of this, the drawings given to her by the system were relatively detailed and convenient. However, because of their detail and convenience, there could not be any error. This was also the reason why it took her a lot of time, but she succeeded in the end.