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... leaving Xijiao Lane, Su Que returned to Zhang Bengen’s residence.

He took off Zhang Bengen’s clothes, changed into his own, and then carefully examined the paper given by Profound Tiger.

It indeed listed the poisons needed for the second and third advancements of the Heart Scripture of Myriad Poisons, as well as the meridian routes for cultivation.

In other words, if the information from Profound Tiger was correct, he could gather the necessary poisons from the paper and ...

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