"I choose the second option, I want to be impervious to all poisons just like Grandpa,"
Hearing Qin Guang's second solution, Hong Xiaotong's eyes suddenly lit up as he said with a determined look.
"Mr. Qin, I'm afraid that won't work."
At this point, Zhou Changsheng spoke up, "I've thought about this method too. My old friend practiced toxic skills all his life, and his Internal Cultivation Methods can greatly enhance a person's poison resistance, but it's probably not suitable for Xiaotong.
To practice this martial art, one needs to be constantly fed with poison, but Xiaotong's body is too weak right now, it simply cannot withstand even a tiny bit more of any poison."
"Benefactor, I don't wish for Xiaotong to cultivate my toxic skills either. Practicing this martial art is too demanding, and it can pose a great hidden risk to the body. Had I not been treated by your mother years ago, I probably would have died twenty years earlier,"
Elder Hong also spoke up.
