"So what if it's a forbidden technique?" Jiang Yongkang stood up, his hands pressing down on the table, his cold eyes making no attempt to hide his expression. "As long as I can achieve my goals, what does it matter if it defies the heavens?"
“Then I’m sorry I can’t stand idly by. Your act of saving him is itself an interference in our feud.” Ye Xingchen smiled: “If you have genuine medical skills that can save him, I won’t say a word.”
"However, your forbidden techniques go against the principles of medicine and violate the natural law of life and death, so I cannot stand idly by."
"Ye Xingchen, who do you think you are?" Jiang Yongkang sneered, "What gives you the right to stand on your moral high ground and point fingers at others?"
"I am nobody, and these things originally had nothing to do with me, but I happened to encounter them and they threatened the people around me, so I had to stop them." Ye Xingchen said calmly, "You cultivated the forbidden techniques of Mount Ming. Now I have crippled your cultivation, severed your eight extraordinary meridians, and turned you into a useless person. You will never be able to use the forbidden techniques of Mount Ming to harm people again. Are you convinced or not?"
"Aren't you afraid of your tongue getting twisted when you're spouting nonsense?" Jiang Yongkang laughed heartily. "Was that two cups of tea you just drank really tea? You dare to drink whatever you want in front of me, I admire you for being a man of principle."
"Oh, you put the Nine Insect Poison in the tea, didn't you?" Ye Xingchen poured another cup of tea and examined it in his hand.
“That’s right, it’s the Nine Insect Poison. There’s no cure for this kind of poison.” Jiang Yongkang no longer tried to hide it. He grinned maliciously, “You drank two cups at once. Even a god couldn’t save you.”
"And when you are poisoned, it will be extremely painful, Ye Xingchen. Go in peace. It's a pity to lose an opponent like you." Jiang Yongkang sneered, "But without you, no one can stop me from growing bigger and stronger."
"What a pity." Ye Xingchen smiled, picked up the cup of tea in his hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
"A third cup? Do you want to die even faster?" Jiang Yongkang stared at Ye Xingchen, his gaze no different from that of someone looking at a dead man.
"Your Nine Insect Poison should take effect quite quickly, right?" Ye Xingchen reminded him. "But so much time has passed and I'm still fine. Don't you find that strange?"
“It’s not surprising. You’re an expert, and a doctor with good medical skills,” Jiang Yongkang said. “It’s normal for the onset to be a little slow, but that doesn’t mean the poison won’t take effect.”
"You're quite an interesting person," Ye Xingchen sneered. "Unfortunately, you're a bit too self-righteous and arrogant."
"The Nine Insect Poison is indeed formidable; it's an incurable poison in any place, but I happen to have at least ten antidotes." Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "If I didn't have some skills, how could I dare to drink your tea so casually? I'm not stupid."
“You…” Jiang Yongkang’s smile froze instantly. He was certain that Ye Xingchen wasn’t bragging.
Since so much time has passed, the Nine Insect Poison should have taken effect by now. This poison was made by him by mixing nine different poisonous insects from the southern border with corpse poison.
It is one of the most potent and vile poisons in the world. When it takes effect, the living person will develop lividity and then die from rotting flesh all over their body.
The entire process lasted a full three hours, during which the poisoned person remained conscious and of sound mind.
The poisoned person could only watch helplessly as their body gradually rotted away, dying in immense pain.
"This tea is indeed excellent." Ye Xingchen poured himself a cup: "Top-quality Mao Feng tea, in terms of value, this cup is equivalent to almost half a month's salary for an average person."
"What a pity, such good tea has lost its original flavor when used for poisoning."
Jiang Yongkang's face grew increasingly grim as he watched Ye Xingchen drink the tea.
He suddenly realized that he had really underestimated Ye Xingchen. He thought he was a ghost doctor, and all the world's rare poisons were in his hands.
However, he overlooked the fact that Ye Xingchen was a highly skilled doctor. How could he underestimate such a person? The current outcome is not unjustified.
"I lost. Tell me, what do you want?" Jiang Yongkang was like a deflated balloon.
"I just said I would cripple your cultivation, sever your eight extraordinary meridians, and turn you into a cripple," Ye Xingchen said. "But now, I've changed my mind."
"What do you want?" Jiang Yongkang's expression changed.
"You said you don't believe in fate, don't care about defying heaven, and don't care how much good karma you lose, right?" Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "You said you're not afraid of going to hell at all?"
“That’s right, even if I, Jiang Yongkang, go to hell, I will never flinch,” Jiang Yongkang shouted.
"You probably don't know, but your name is already on the Soul-Binding Orders of the Underworld Messengers. The reason you're alive is because they can't find an opportunity to act." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "What if I create an opportunity for them?"
"What opportunity?" Jiang Yongkang asked, puzzled.
"The Soul-Binding Underworld Messenger, this is a chance to make a move." Ye Xingchen took out a black talisman.
This talisman is entirely black, with mysterious symbols drawn on it using cinnabar and the blood of strange beasts, appearing as if dark red liquid is flowing across the talisman.
"This is a talisman for communicating with the underworld. Once it lands, the area within a radius of ten feet will become a dark place." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "You have gone against the will of Heaven and damaged your virtue. You have long been the target of the underworld's soul-collecting messengers."
"It's just that your lifespan hasn't ended yet, so they can't cross the line between Yin and Yang to find you. If I turn this place into a Yin place, it's like creating an opportunity for them. They will not hesitate to drag you into hell. Why don't you give it a try?"
"Ye Xingchen, don't do anything reckless." Jiang Yongkang was taken aback.
He knew in his heart how many outrageous things he had done, and he also knew that once he died, he would not be reincarnated, because he was destined for hell.
"The Netherworld Talisman can directly connect to the underworld and summon the messengers of the dead," Ye Xingchen said. "I've never tried it since I drew this talisman, but today is the perfect opportunity to give it a shot."
As Ye Xingchen spoke, he smiled slightly, loosened his right hand, and the black talisman in his hand immediately fell to the ground.
The moment the talisman fell to the ground, a wisp of eerie blue ghost fire ignited.
A black void appeared out of nowhere, and as soon as it appeared, Jiang Yongkang's body involuntarily walked into it.
He screamed and desperately grabbed onto anything around him to prevent his body from being sucked into the black hole.
But the black hole continued to expand, and the suction force became stronger and stronger. Jiang Yongkang clung desperately to a pillar and roared, "Ye Xingchen, let me go! As long as you let me go, everything is negotiable."
"Ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to go to hell!"
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