Despite their shock, everyone present remained clear-headed. They knew none of them, not even a large group of them, could achieve what Ming Zhitian had.
"When did martial cultivators become this strong? Should I switch to martial cultivation myself?" they thought.
Hu Sangong was also mortified, having spoken ill of Ming Zhitian earlier. He felt awkward saying anything now.
Hua Ruxian and Hua Ruhua, having witnessed too many impossibilities with Ming Zhitian, were no longer overly excited.
Ying Fan had long since vanished without a trace.
Hua Ruxian, her breath weak, said, "Ming Zhitian… the antidote is in our storage bags. Take it out."
Ming Zhitian reached out and retrieved a pink storage bag from her waist. "Spirit Replenishing Pills?"
Hua Ruxian replied, "Spirit Replenishing Pills can be converted into the Demon Star Poison antidote."
There was only one bottle. Ming Zhitian poured out two pills and fed them to the sisters. As they circulated their spiritual energy, the poison was expelled from their bodies.
The crowd, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, struggled to crawl forward, clamoring for the antidote: "Give it to me, give it to me… Give it to me first! Mine! …..."
They knew that without removing the Demon Star Poison from their bodies, their cultivation would be permanently crippled if their spiritual energy was depleted for too long. Hence, their desperate scramble.
Hua Ruxian rebuked them, "Silence! There are only thirty-six pills, enough for those in front. For those behind, I can do nothing. None of you are allowed to come forward, or you won't get a single one!"
What about those behind the first thirty-six who were saved? Everyone here was a spiritual cultivator; there were no alchemists.
Immediately, someone started to stir up trouble, as they felt they had nothing to lose anyway: "Unfair! I want the antidote! I want the antidote!"
One voice became a chorus, and the thousand-plus people refused to comply. "I want it too! I want it too! … Give it to me first, give it to me first! … Protest, protest!"
Hua Ruxian and Hua Ruhua glared at them, "Want it, your backside!"
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Ming Zhitian punched and shattered a stone pillar! Only then did the crowd quiet down, their gazes turning to the imposing Ming Zhitian.
Human nature at the precipice of death often reveals one's true character. Ming Zhitian, having seen much, was accustomed to it.
He looked coldly at the crowd, and indeed, as Ning Xuehe had said, they were a true mob, incapable of achieving anything significant.
Ming Zhitian poured a large pile of bottles and jars from his storage bag. "Aren't they just Spirit Replenishing Pills? I have plenty."
"What?!" The crowd was stunned. This pile of pills… was enough for everyone present to use for a year!
Someone mumbled, "Could they be empty bottles?"
Another person eagerly picked up a bottle, opened it, and took a pill. Shortly after, his spiritual energy recovered, his body filled with strength, and he stood up!
Immediately, others followed suit, each taking a Spirit Replenishing Pill and being freed from the poison!
"These are genuine Spirit Replenishing Pills! Thank you, Young Master Ming! You are my reborn parents, my brothers! From now on, with just a word from you, I'll face blades and fires without hesitation!"
The crowd looked at Ming Zhitian with fervent gazes. Ming Zhitian was not stingy. "We are all righteous individuals fighting against the Underworld Heavenly Cult. These mere pills are for you."
Each bottle contained fifty pills. Ming Zhitian casually distributed twenty bottles, enough for the thousand people present.
Soon, they all circulated their spiritual energy and stood up, respectfully bowing to Ming Zhitian. "Thank you, Young Master Ming, for saving us! From now on, we will follow your lead!"
Their previous disdain and contempt for Ming Zhitian had vanished. Now, Ming Zhitian was their savior, their reborn brother.