Chapter 6 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison

Outside the low house, Xie Rong took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

[Host, what's wrong?]

Xie Rong raised his hand, lowered his eyes and stared at his palm.

A cold wind blew in my face, and my damp palms instantly felt icy cold.

He squinted, looking at his dry right hand and then at his wet left hand.

The sweat on his palms—if it's not his, then whose is it?

"Very well, you dare to pretend to be asleep and deceive me," Xie Rong smirked, his fingers clenched, his face obscured by a heavy shadow.

The system had been with him in this world for eighteen years and quickly sensed his impending loss of control and violent emotions.

That despicable protagonist! How dare he lie to us! We'll teach him a lesson when we wake up tomorrow!

"Why wait until tomorrow? To let him get a good night's sleep?" Xie Rong smiled.

He never lets a moment's rest before he gets his revenge on someone.

"What are you going to do?" The white slime tilted its head.

Xie Rong pulled the jade flute from his waist and held it to his lips.

The mournful sound of the flute ripped through the silent night, rising sharply like a howling wind.

Inside the low-ceilinged room, the drug slaves, who had been sleeping soundly, were violently awakened by the Gu worms writhing wildly in their meridians, groaning and clutching their waists and abdomens.

Lu Yi leaned against the couch, his eyes closed, still able to endure it.

The owner of the flute clearly had no intention of letting them off easily; the flute music grew increasingly shrill, carrying with it the man's unrestrained rage.

Lu Yi gritted his teeth and got off the bed. The moment he pushed open the door, the flute music stopped abruptly.

The night wind rushed into the house, and the man looked up. The shadows of the trees swayed in front of the low house, but there was not a single person in sight.

Xie Rong left without a word?

The system doesn't quite understand either.

[Host, you're just leaving like that? I thought you were going to expose him.]

“It’s no fun exposing him now,” Xie Rong said, turning his jade flute and crushing the withered bamboo leaves on the ground with his wooden clogs. “With my Gu poison, let’s see how long he can endure it.”

After a good night's sleep, the next morning, at the time for breakfast, all the medicine slaves ate in the room next to the small kitchen.

Lu Yi, like everyone else, held an empty bowl and stood at the very end of the line. But when it was his turn, the servant serving the food acted as if he couldn't see him and dumped all the remaining food into the swill bucket.

"Why are you glaring at me? Aren't you supposed to be strong and capable of seducing the Valley Master?" The medicine slave rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Go find the Valley Master to settle things for you."

Lu Yi frowned slightly, finding it utterly unbelievable.

He had been hung in the Five Poisons Cave by Xie Rong for seven days and seven nights, and these fools who were bewitched still thought that Xie Rong treated him differently?

That's ridiculous.

He stepped forward, picked up the large bowl of fish and meat that the medicine slave had left for him, poured it into the swill bucket, and smashed the bowl along with the fish.

"You!" The drug slave raised his hand angrily, but flinched when he touched Lu Yi's bulging arm muscles.

Before he could react, Lu Yi picked up a shard of porcelain with his fingertips and flicked it, sending the shard striking the medicine slave's palm.

A scream rang out, and blood splattered on Lu Yi's face. Everyone else in the room who was having dinner fell silent and stared blankly.

Lu Yi approached, pulled out the blood-stained porcelain shard, crushed it with his bare hands, and returned the words to him verbatim, "If you have the guts, go find the Valley Master to settle things. Otherwise, if I don't have enough to eat in the future, you won't get any either."

Outside, Xie Rong stood by the half-open window, taking in everything.

"Is this the great protagonist from the book?" He chuckled, teasing the spider clinging to his neck with his fingertips. "The way of Heaven is utterly blind."

The man inside seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head, meeting a pair of eyes with heterochromatic black and purple pupils through the narrow crack in the window.

Buck, buck, buck.

There was a gentle knock on the window three times, with an undisguised teasing tone, as if calling a dog.

Unfortunately, being under someone else's roof means that if you don't comply with this devil's wishes, who knows if he might go mad and start playing the flute in the middle of the night.

Lu Yi strode out and saw the man leaning against the window, his fingers twirling the silver ornament hanging from his temple.

Are you satisfied?

Xie Rong raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly: "What?"

"You deliberately instructed the medicine slaves in the valley to make things difficult, just to force me to retaliate," Lu Yi lowered his head and said coldly in his ear, "Are you satisfied with this show?"

Xie Rong tilted his head and chuckled softly, "They've all become lackeys of the imperial court, yet they still pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring. It's utterly disgusting."

He raised his hand and patted Lu Yi's face. "You're a little more pleasing to the eye now than when you first arrived."

The palm pressed against my cheek was soft and delicate, like a flawless piece of warm jade, no different from the gentle caresses and seductions I felt in the bedding last night.

Lu Yi's expression froze, and he quickly took a step back.

He couldn't understand Xie Rong.

Why target him during the day and climb into his bed at night? What are you trying to do?

Lu Yi lowered his gaze and saw Xie Rong half-closing his eyes, rubbing the head of the green snake with the soft flesh of his cheek as if no one else was around.

"..." The man's face flushed red, and he muttered a curse under his breath before turning and leaving in a hurry.

Xie Rong stared at the man's retreating figure, blinking in confusion, "Is he afraid of snakes?"

Hehe, who knows? Maybe he's thinking about something dirty.

Xie Rong didn't understand what the stupid system was saying for the first time.

For the past eighteen years, he has been obsessed with refining Gu poison. In the hundred years before his death, he was also obsessed with practicing his skills and had little interest in anything else.

Of course, he now has a new interest: to torment the protagonist in his spare time while refining Gu poison.

Therefore, he never took the system's words to heart.

Xie Rong returned to the bamboo house, and by the time he had fed each of his Gu worm babies enough blood, it was already completely dark.

"Valley Master, the bath water is ready." Song Qingming's voice rang out from outside the door.

While pouring water, Xie Rong sat barefoot to the side, picking up a neatly stacked purple backpack from the tray with his fingertips.

I was just casually glancing at him when I noticed that the originally delicate snow lotus pattern on his backpack had faded from washing, the edges of the backpack were frayed, and even some of the silver ornaments hanging there were missing!

Xie Rong's originally beautiful eyes instantly turned cold, and her mood for bathing vanished.

“Valley Master, Lu Yi is now doing the laundry for you,” Song Qingming said at the opportune moment.

"Tell him to come over here," Xie Rong said.

A moment later, Lu Yi was invited over.

The room was filled with steam, and before the man could even see clearly, he was dragged before the demon by several drug slaves.

He had his head down and could only see the person in the armchair with their legs crossed, their bare toes slightly curled up and tinged with pink.

A few breaths later, the owner of those feet bent down and slapped him, his voice as venomous as a snake, "Look what you've done! You can't even wash your own clothes. Are you a piece of trash?"

Ignoring the burning pain on his cheek, Lu Yi glanced back at the crumpled backpack in his hand and calmly said, "I used more force because it wasn't clean enough."

"Nonsense! The Valley Master stays indoors all day long, and there isn't a single mud spot on his clothes. How could they not be clean?" Song Qingming sneered.

Lu Yi said calmly, "The scent of perfume on these clothes can't be washed off no matter what. If you don't believe me, you can smell it for yourself."

Xie Rong must have applied too much perfume to his body, otherwise even if his hands were rough and the fabric was precious, he wouldn't have washed himself like this.