Cai Tong walked over to Wu Sida, extended a sharp fingernail, and scraped it across one of the black-and-red lines on his arm.
A stream of blackish-red blood immediately welled up from the scratch.
Cai Tong dabbed a bit of the blood, sniffed it carefully, and said, "There's Corpse Poison, and... something else..."
"Hahaha, Grandfather, you truly are the most incredible King-rank Alchemist in our Saint Extreme Sect's Pill Institute! Others have to deliberate for ages just to figure out it's Corpse Poison, but you know just by taking a sniff!"
Cai Mao couldn't help but roar with laughter, his face full of smug satisfaction.
It was as if he, Cai Mao, had been the one to identify the Corpse Poison, not his grandfather Cai Tong.
The surrounding Pill Institute disciples all began to voice their praise. Even the dozen or so senior King-rank Alchemists couldn't help but nod, inwardly impressed.
Though Cai Tong's character was questionable, his skill was undeniable.
