"Why not?"
Without saying a word, Duan Xue reached out to her storage ring, took out a teapot, and pushed it in front of Xiang Sheng.
The surface of the teapot is gray, as if covered with a layer of rust, making it impossible to see its original color or what material it is made of.
Xiang Sheng looked at him for a few times, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"This pot is one of the magical treasures of Piaoxue Palace, called the 'Bitter Spirit Pot'."
Duan Xue said slowly, "The tea in this pot is inexhaustible. It can cure all kinds of poisons, or it can become the most poisonous, or it can have other effects. It all depends on the owner's wishes.
And when you enter a dangerous situation, drink a cup of tea yourself and you can tell whether the road ahead is dangerous by the bitterness of the tea.
I found Xue Yao by drinking alone. He is the greatest danger in this illusion."
After hearing this, Xiang Sheng finally spoke up: "Take this pot with you, and I will take you to see someone."
Duan Xue looked surprised: "Besides us, is there anyone else in this illusion?"
Xiang Sheng shook his head. "You'll know for yourself when you go. I'm not sure either, so let's go and give it a try."
Duan Xue was confused, but still nodded in agreement.
Soon, Xiang Sheng brought Duan Xue to Cheng's tea stall.
Duan Xue had been so focused on Xue Yao during the previous six cycles that she had never passed through this remote street once.
When she came over, she saw the gray teapot on the shelf at a glance, and her face changed slightly.
Cheng Wutao saw two strange women coming together and was about to go over with the blue and white teapot in hand.
Duan Xue, however, rushed to her first and presented her with a dusty teapot with both hands:
"Senior, do you recognize this thing?"
When Cheng Wutao saw the worn-out teapot in Duan Xue's hand, she was obviously stunned for a moment. She turned around subconsciously, only to see her own teapot still lying on the stove.
Her expression changed, and she reached out to grab the teapot and took a sip.
bitter!
After tasting this extreme yet familiar bitterness, Cheng Wutao's face finally changed drastically.
Heavenly Demon Pot!
This is the real Heavenly Demon Pot, not a replica she made casually.
But how could the ancient demon clan's treasure be here? Could it be...
Cheng Wutao didn't know what he was thinking about. When he looked up at Duan Xue again, his eyes were full of vigilance.
Before she could ask, Xiang Sheng came forward and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Aunt Cheng. We are not enemies. Otherwise, why would I give you this treasure?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wutao's expression relaxed a bit, but her tone remained sharp: "What are you doing here?"
"We two came here just to seek an answer."
At this point, Xiang Sheng glanced meaningfully at the teapot on the stove, then chuckled, "Mrs. Cheng's teapot is so similar to the treasure, so I guess what she's selling isn't just ordinary tea, is it?"
Cheng Wutao tightened the Heavenly Demon Pot in his hand and said, "The tea in the pot can transform the ancient demon into its original form and distinguish between friend and foe. It will not harm you humans."
"I see."
Xiang Sheng suddenly realized something, and then his expression straightened up slightly: "Then Madam, you must have some knowledge of medicine and poisons. Could you identify a poison for me?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Wutao's face unconsciously revealed a hint of pride: "Let's not talk about anything else, but there's nothing I, Cheng Wutao, don't know about this poison. Just ask!"
Xiang Sheng didn't expect Cheng Wutao to be so easy to talk to. He was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "I don't know how to describe it, so I'll use a woman as an example.
Imagine this woman, invited by a neighbor to help care for her granddaughter for a while. One day, the neighbor's granddaughter recovered, and the woman returned home. However, upon seeing her husband, she suddenly died. What poison had infected her?
When Cheng Wutao heard Xiang Sheng's first sentence, he immediately thought of his mistress Qingqiong. When he heard the word "sudden death", his face turned pale.
Her lips trembled as she said, "What you said is too general. There are hundreds of poisons that I can think of."
Xiang Sheng saw her expression and knew that she had understood his hint, so he continued, "Before the poison took effect, this woman showed no unusual symptoms, and if she had left the neighbor's house earlier and met her husband, she would not have died immediately.
However, the time of his death would be earlier. His death was horrible, with corpse spots all over his body. He was clearly dead recently, but it seemed as if he had been dead for many years. His son..."
When Xiang Sheng said this, Cheng Wutao's face turned pale again, "What's wrong with the young master?!"
Young Master?
Duan Xue was surprised to hear this name. She glanced at Xiang Sheng, but saw that there was no strange expression on her face, as if she had known it for a long time.
He has no magic weapon, but he can investigate deeper than me. The title of this earth god is really not in vain.
Xiang Sheng naturally didn't know what Duan Xue was thinking. She sighed softly:
"The young master is also dead, naturally, but his death was much better than his mother's. Perhaps it was because he went out alone at night and had less contact with the neighbors."
"No, it's not. It's because the ancient demon blood in the young master's body is impure. He is a half-demon!"
Cheng Wutao's face turned pale. "Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"
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