Chapter 894 The Antidote (Second Update)
Chang Jing, who had extorted seven boxes of marbles in one go, finally got his revenge.
There are no marbles on the island.
At first, there was such a thing, but when Chang Jing was three years old, he accidentally swallowed a marble and almost died. After that, Chang Kun and Chang Jing's seven older sisters never allowed him to touch such dangerous things again.
Even after Chang Jing grew up, the psychological trauma they all suffered from still lingered.
Chang Kun said angrily, "I've had my eye on those bastards from the Sword Pavilion for a long time! Now they dare to bully my son! Once the ice and snow melt, I'll teach them a lesson!"
Chang Jing said to his father, "I'm hungry."
Chang Kun instantly suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, let's go home for dinner!" As he spoke, he gestured to Marquis Xuanping and Ye Qing, "Distinguished guests, this way please."
The person who saved his son is their benefactor from the Dark Night Sect, and he will treat him well!
The group followed the old sect leader back to the Dark Night Sect.
The island's inhabitants are not all disciples of this sect; some are former fishermen, while others are partners married from elsewhere.
Chang Kun is both the sect leader and the island lord.
As an only son, Chang Jing will naturally inherit his mantle in the future.
Chang Jing has absolutely no desire to be the island owner.
He looked at his seven older sisters surrounding him. How come none of them had become the young island lord even though he had been gone for three years?
Marquis Xuanping and Ye Qing lived in Chang Jing's courtyard.
The servants went to tidy up the house, the kitchen prepared dinner, Chang Kun and Marquis Xuanping chatted in the flower hall, and Ye Qing asked if he could take a walk around.
Chang Kun told him to make himself at home and not to be shy.
Chang Jing was called to a martial arts competition by his seven older sisters.
Hearing the commotion in the courtyard, Ye Qing curiously went over to watch the battle.
He had long heard that Chang Jing was highly skilled in martial arts, but he had never actually seen him fight.
"Brother, your seventh sister will challenge you to a sword duel!"
Chang Jing sighed, "Fine."
The siblings began to fight in the spacious courtyard.
Chang Jing's moves incorporated the fierce and domineering style of Marquis Xuanping, making them much stronger than they were three years ago.
A hint of surprise flashed across Seventh Sister's eyes. After ten moves, her precious saber was knocked away by the longsword.
"Sixth Sister is here to challenge you!"
The sixth sister used a longsword. She fought Chang Jing for about fifteen moves before being defeated by him.
The other sisters also sparred with Chang Jing in turn. The sparring between the siblings was not so fierce, and the defeat was determined by dropping the weapon.
Chang Jing won seven consecutive matches, and his older sister patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "That's right, it seems you haven't neglected your martial arts skills these past three years. Alright, you've worked up a sweat, hurry back to your room and change your clothes."
"Oh." Chang Jing sheathed his sword and obediently went back to his room.
As soon as he left, the older sisters breathed a sigh of relief.
Seventh Sister: "I let him have two moves earlier."
Sixth Sister: "I let you have three moves."
Fifth Sister: "I only used 30% of my strength, but he only used 50%."
Fourth sister: "My brother has improved. Before we left the island, even if I went easy on him, he couldn't withstand a single move. Today, he withstood five moves in a row."
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Listening to the conversation of Chang Jing's seven older sisters, Ye Qing felt like she was starting to question the meaning of life.
Chang Jing is already a very good fighter, and you guys are even better at fighting than him!
What kind of weirdos live on your island!
Ye Qing wasn't just wandering around aimlessly; he had a mission.
Marquis Xuanping was responsible for exchanging pleasantries and building rapport with the old sect leader, while he was responsible for finding the purple herb.
Although purple gromwell is just a wild grass growing on the back of someone's mountain, if they say they came for it, wouldn't that give them away?
But where is the back mountain?
Just as Ye Qing was wondering whether she should ask someone, Chang Jing's older sisters came over.
The eldest sister, Chang Ying, cupped her hands in greeting to him: "Hero Ye."
The others also bowed to him.
Women of the martial arts world do not observe the traditional courtesies of women in their boudoirs; they are treated the same as men.
Ye Qing returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Young Miss."
As the eldest daughter, Chang Ying was recruiting a husband within the family, and the servants still addressed her as "Miss Chang."
Her younger sisters have either found husbands or gotten married, but as long as they remain in the sect, they are still addressed as "Miss".
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so Ye Qing naturally didn't nitpick about whether the way people addressed him was appropriate.
Chang Ying said, "Is Master Ye bored staying indoors? Would you like to spar with us?"
Ye Qing chuckled dryly, thinking to himself that he should probably pass and spar with them, as swords and spears have no eyes.
He said politely, "I wouldn't dare to embarrass myself in front of you ladies; I'm just taking a casual stroll."
"Let's sit in the pavilion," Chang Ying said. "Second sister, go brew a pot of flower tea. My second sister's tea-brewing skills are superb."
Ye Qing and several daughters of the Chang family arrived at the pavilion. Female disciples of the Imperial Preceptor Hall were rare, and those who could get close to him were even rarer. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever been with so many women.
Fortunately, the young ladies were all dashing and unpretentious, which made people temporarily forget the difference in their social status.
There were only four stone benches by the table, and the fourth to seventh brothers stood on them.
Second sister Chang Ling quickly brewed the flower tea and sat down next to eldest sister, pouring a cup of tea for Ye Qing.
Ye Qing picked up the teacup and took a small sip.
Chang Ying said, "Master Ye, my seventh sister is still unmarried. What do you think of her?"
"Cough!" Ye Qing choked!
Is it really that direct?
Isn't this topic a bit too sudden?
Seventh Miss Chang Yu said, "Eldest sister, I don't like him."
Chang Ying countered, "What kind of person do you like? Someone like Master Xiao?"
“Master Xiao already has a wife and children,” Ye Qing hurriedly replied.
Chang Yu pouted: "Then I don't care!"
Ye Qing never expected that his simple outing would turn into a massive blind date. He was so embarrassed that he could dig a palace for the Imperial Preceptor out of the ground with his toes.
Chang Ying glared at Seventh Sister: "You're just too picky, that's why you're still not married at twenty-five!"
Chang Yu snorted, "I don't want to get married anyway!"
Ye Qing chuckled dryly, "Drink tea, drink tea."
Fortunately, Chang Ying did not continue the topic. She looked at Ye Qing and asked, "Master Ye, is this tea delicious?"
Ye Qing paused for a moment, then said, "The taste... is quite novel. I've never had this kind of flower tea before. May I ask what flowers are used?"
The seventh young lady, Chang Yu, was unhappy about being pressured to get married, so she immediately betrayed her second sister: "Actually, she's just a wildflower from the back mountain. My second sister used her specifically to fool the people from the outer islands!"
Second Sister Chang Ling's hair stood on end, and she jumped up to hit her!
The eldest sister, Chang Ying, frowned: "Second sister, you're being ridiculous again! How can you use wildflowers to entertain Master Ye? Master Ye is a friend of Master Xiao, and Master Xiao is my brother's savior. Both of them are honored guests of our Dark Night Sect!"
Chang Ling is not young anymore, but her lovable mischievousness hasn't changed at all.
She pouted and said reluctantly, "Oh, I made a mistake. I didn't mean to fool the guests with wildflowers."
Seventh Miss Chang Yu scoffed softly, "That's just sophistry."
Ye Qing's eyes lit up when he heard about the back mountain. He quickly said, "No, no, no, this flower tea tastes wonderful. I wonder what kind of wildflower it is? May I take a look?"
Once we get to the back of the mountain, we should be able to see the purple gromwell, right?
When the time comes, I'll just pluck a few plants.
"Second sister, why aren't you going to pick them?" Chang Ying was deliberately punishing her, not ordering the youngest Chang Yu around, but making her go herself.
Chang Ling went there with a dark expression, and returned shortly afterward with a basket full of food.
Ye Qing's eyes widened as she looked at the flowers and plants in the basket.
Aren't these the purple gromwell they've been searching for?
The difference is that these purple gromwell plants actually bloomed.
Do purple gromwell flowers? I've never heard of that.
"What's wrong, Master Ye?" Chang Ying noticed his unusual behavior.
Ye Qing snapped out of his daze and suddenly realized that he had just drunk tea made from purple gromwell flowers. Could he have been poisoned?
Ye Qing composed himself, carefully considered his words, and said, "To be honest, I once saw this kind of purple herb in a book. Its roots and stems are highly poisonous, but it does not flower."
Chang Ling exploded again: "What do you mean? You suspect I poisoned you?"
The third sister spoke up: "It's just diarrhea, how can you say it's deadly poison?"
That statement contains a lot of information.
So you've eaten the roots and stems of gromwell, but the only consequence was diarrhea?
Chang Ying thought for a moment and said, "If someone accidentally eats the roots and stems of this wild grass, it is indeed easy to... suffer from mild poisoning."
Just diarrhea and you think you're poisoned? Bah!
Chang Ying thought to herself, but her face remained all smiles: "But eating a little bit of its fruit will make you fine."
Ye Qing was taken aback again. It not only bloomed, but also bore fruit?
Seemingly noticing Ye Qing's confusion, Chang Ying explained, "This kind of grass blooms in the dead of winter and bears fruit in the coldest time. If it's not cold enough, it will remain just a blade of grass all year round."
With that, Ye Qing understood.
Purple gromwell thrives in cold climates, and cold places are most conducive to its growth. However, in other parts of the six kingdoms, the temperature is not cold enough, which is why it cannot flower or bear fruit.
According to Chang Ying's words, the root is poisonous, but its fruit can be used as an antidote.
Ye Qing looked at the seven daughters of the Chang family with disbelief: "The roots and stems of this purple herb are highly poisonous; even experts would die from eating it. You've only suffered mild poisoning..."
Chang Ying murmured blankly, "Will I die? I don't know unless I've died before."
Ye Qing: "..."
Chang Ying said thoughtfully, "Perhaps it's because we've eaten quite a few of its fruits."
Chang Yu nodded: "Yes, the fruit of the purple gromwell is delicious!"
Could you please give me some purple gromwell root?
Before Ye Qing could even ask the question, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground with a thud!
Seventh Miss Chang Yu asked, "Huh? Eldest sister, what's wrong with him?"
Chang Ying took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and looked at the second young lady, Chang Ling: "Second sister, how many times have I told you, the wildflowers and weeds on the back mountain are not clean, you need to wash them several more times!"
Ye Qing lay on the ground, spitting out black blood.
Is it a matter of washing it a few more times?
This is obviously poisonous!
What kind of freaks are you, people who aren't even afraid of comfrey poison?
"I washed it clean," Miss Chang said, feeling wronged.
(End of this chapter)
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