[Mr. Du, is it true that this cup won't be discovered?]
[No.] Du Laodao: [This is a cup I used to collect. It can change patterns and designs at will, and it can also use a mechanism to hide potions inside. Only one drop of the potion to restore the talent is needed to complete the mark. When the time is up, the potion will automatically enter the tea, without anyone noticing.]
Feng Aotian felt relieved and watched quietly as the maid poured tea into the cup and passed it to Yun Yuan.
Yun Yuan could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the cup.
Well, the ever-changing nature that Old Du mentioned applies to ordinary people and those who cultivate Xuan Qi. But Yun Yuan cultivates spiritual energy. The maker of the cup didn't consider the impact of spiritual energy at the time, nor did they consider using materials to resist spiritual energy detection, which is why it is now invisible to Yun Yuan.
Yun Yuan didn't touch the cup, but simply watched the competition on the stage. The Xuan Qi competition was simple and crude, firstly, a test of strength, secondly, a test of speed, and thirdly, a test of technique. It wasn't as dazzling as the sect competitions in the cultivation world.
Time slipped away slowly, Feng Aotian became more and more anxious as he waited, and his original expectations disappeared.
What was wrong with Yun Yuan? Why didn't she drink the tea? Logically, she shouldn't have noticed anything.
As if knowing what Feng Aotian was thinking, Yun Yuan picked up the cup. Seeing this, Dong Lingchuan hurriedly stopped her.
“This tea…”
"This tea is cold and can't be drunk." Yun Yuan said with a smile.
"Yes." Dong Lingchuan smiled and gestured to the maid: "Bring another cup of hot tea."
Feng Aotian watched helplessly as the potion she had carefully prepared was poured away, feeling extremely anxious. Why did Yun Yuan do this? She was pregnant, wasn't she? What was wrong with drinking some cold tea? Pregnant women could drink tea, as long as it was in moderation.
[Mr. Du, do you have any more medicine? The medicine I just poured out has been poured out again.]
Du Lao said in a cold tone: [This is the last drop. You have to seize the opportunity. If you fail again, I can't help you.]
[Okay] Feng Aotian asked: [Do you still have this kind of cup that can transform?]
[No more.] Mr. Du said angrily: [Do you think it's rotten cabbage? You can have as much as you want?]
If there's no talent, then there's no need to get so angry. Feng Aotian took a deep breath, suppressed his annoyance, and told himself: After Yun Yuan drinks the potion, she still needs to rely on Old Du to exchange for talent. I'll deal with him later.
Yun Yuan's third cup of tea was served. It was Feng Aotian's turn to compete. She climbed onto the stage, silently thinking about how to get close to Yun Yuan's teacup.
After exchanging two moves with her opponent, Feng Aotian saw her chance and acted weak. Her opponent did not stop her moves and directly knocked her back.
"Bang!"
Feng Aotian's back hit Yun Yuan's desk, and he turned around and fell on the desk in pain.
"I'm sorry, Elder." The student who attacked was frightened and at a loss: "I didn't know she was so weak..."
Feng Aotian took advantage of everyone's attention being on his opponent and was about to use the same trick to put the medicine into Yun Yuan's cup. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the bottle, his hand was grabbed tightly.
She was startled and suddenly raised her head, meeting Yun Yuan's smiling eyes, and subconsciously wanted to hide the potion.
"I wonder what this classmate wants to put in my cup?" Yun Yuan's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but everyone present could hear it: "Why not take it out and let everyone see it."
Everyone, who had been feeling somewhat bored, suddenly perked up, with countless eyes focused on the two of them. Dong Lingchuan's expression was cold, and he looked at Feng Aotian as if he were looking at a dead person.
The instructor in charge of Ji Yin's class had a dark face and snatched the things from her hand without any explanation.
"Tell me the truth. Where did this potion come from? What is it called? What do you want to do with it?"
Feng Aotian's face turned as pale as snow, but when he remembered that there was no label on the medicine bottle, he quickly regained his composure.
"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I was planning to drink this bottle of medicine to restore my strength. I didn't mean to put it in Yun Yuan's cup, nor did I want to harm Yun Yuan."
Dong Lingchuan reminded coldly: "You should call her elder."
"Yes, yes." Feng Aotian said, "Wizard Elder, I am injured. This bottle of medicine is used to recover from my injuries. If I have done anything that has caused you to misunderstand, I am very sorry."
It sounds reasonable, but everyone is skeptical.
Everyone saw Yun Yuan grabbing Feng Aotian's hand just now. They also saw Feng Aotian's way of holding the medicine bottle, his sneaky movements, and his obvious panic after being caught.
If you say you have nothing to hide, they won't believe you.
Yun Yuan let go of her hand, and Dong Lingchuan immediately took out a clean handkerchief to wipe her hand. He was so careful, as if he was wiping a precious and fragile porcelain collection.
Yun Yuan let him wipe it and said to Feng Aotian, "Since you said this bottle of medicine is for healing injuries, then take it now and prove it to us."
Feng Aotian froze for a moment, and hurriedly asked Du Lao: [Will this medicine be harmful if I take it?]
[Nonsense.] Du Laodao: [You are the one who performed the spiritual root exchange. If you want to take back your talent, you can only let the one who received the spell, that is, Yun Yuan, eat it. If you eat it yourself, not only will you not get your talent back, but your dantian will rot and you will die.]
So scary!
Feng Aotian suddenly felt that he was in a difficult situation.
"Why, you don't dare drink it?" Dong Lingchuan taunted, "Come here, pour the potion down her mouth."
Two men who looked like guards came forward, one of them handcuffed Feng Aotian's hands behind her back, and the other pinched her cheek bones and forcefully poured the potion into her.
"Oh~" Feng Aotian struggled desperately, spit out the medicine in his mouth, and then, ignoring everyone's strange looks, mobilized all the mysterious energy in his body and ran out.
"Where do you want to run, Feng Aotian?" Dong Lingchuan stood in front of her like a ghost, and when Feng Aotian was about to hit him, he kicked her back.
Feng Aotian!
Is it Feng Aotian, the man with evil intentions who exchanged talents with Yun Yuan and in turn helped Yun Yuan succeed?
Everyone was in an uproar. The principal immediately stood up, his eyes sharp: "You are Feng Aotian, you are not dead?"
Feng Aotian fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood: "I am Ji Yin, I don't know what you are talking about."
Yun Yuan asked, "You are Ji Yin, then look at who is next to you."
Next to what? Feng Aotian had a bad feeling in her heart. She looked up blankly and saw a woman wearing a mask in front of her. In full view of everyone, she took off the mask, revealing a face exactly like Feng Aotian's current one.
"Feng Aotian, you didn't expect that I'm still alive."
Ji Yin threw the mask to the ground. "That day in the Sunset Forest, I didn't know your identity and I was kind enough to save you. But you turned around and plotted against me, cutting off my limbs and pushing me off a cliff. Do you think you can replace my identity by making a face exactly like mine? Dream on!"
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