Chapter 575 Fu Yunshen Protects His Own [1st Update]
The head of the Meng family was not worried, and the other ancient doctors had nothing to be anxious about either.
The Transformation Pill wasn't really a poison; it only temporarily sealed a person's internal energy and didn't have much of an impact on the body.
For Ying Zijin, a level four member of the Pill Alliance, to be able to refine the Transformation Pill is indeed exactly what her skill level is capable of.
The Grand Elder stroked his beard, thinking that when he returned to the Pill Alliance, he would give Ying Zijing several prescriptions similar to the Shattering Meridian Pill, so that she would have the ability to protect herself in the future.
Ninety-nine percent of ancient doctors did not possess martial arts skills, but they could defend themselves using gold and silver needles and elixirs.
"Hey, is this a tie? If it's a tie, how do we play it again?"
"It seems to be a test to determine the toxicity of two drugs; whoever has the higher toxicity wins."
But at that moment, Meng Qingxue's face suddenly turned pale, and her body began to tremble violently.
Before the smile on the head of the Meng family could fade, his expression changed drastically: "Qingxue!"
Meng Qingxue coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"..."
Upon seeing this, the audience was stunned and speechless.
The Grand Elder was also surprised that Meng Qingxue hadn't even refined the antidote for the Transformation Pill. He was still somewhat stunned and didn't realize what was happening.
The head of the Meng family hurriedly went up on stage, snatched the antidote made by Ying Zijin from the Grand Elder's hand, and immediately fed it to Meng Qingxue.
But by then, the poison had already taken effect, and it was too late to administer the antidote.
Meng Qingxue spat out another mouthful of blood, her face turned as white as paper, and her breath became weak.
Her lips trembled, and she forced herself to swallow the antidote.
The antidote did indeed work very quickly. After Meng Qingxue took it, her face gradually regained some color, but her fingers were still trembling.
Clearly, her body was not strong enough to withstand the effects of the medicine, and those two mouthfuls of blood further depleted her energy.
Everything happened so fast that the people in the audience didn't have time to react.
"So young, yet so ruthless!" The Meng family head swept a cold glance over them. "It's just a competition, a friendly match should have ended there. Is it really necessary to push them so hard?"
"Or are you really afraid that Qingxue will surpass you, making it impossible for you to gain a foothold in the world of ancient medicine, causing you to lose face in front of your man, and that you are unwilling to accept it?"
“Yes, it’s just a competition.” Fu Yunshen stepped forward and stood in front of the girl. His eyes were cold, but he was smiling. “If the roles were reversed, would you still say such things?”
The head of the Meng family was speechless.
The person who got into the accident was reversed?
Of course he would say that these are the rules of the competition, and if you're not as skilled as others, who can you blame?
"As for losing face?" Fu Yunshen turned his head. "Ah, no, my girl, I love her no matter what. I even hope she's a little weaker so she can completely rely on me. I couldn't ask for more."
One sentence made Meng Qingxue's face, which had finally regained its color, turn deathly pale again, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth once more.
The third time he vomited blood was not due to the medication, but because he was severely emotionally agitated.
Seeing Meng Qingxue like this, most people didn't dare to stay any longer and made excuses to leave.
What if the Meng family blames them for the incident later?
The head of the Meng family clenched his fist and let out another cold laugh: "Elder, why aren't you testing the toxicity of the two pills? The formula for the Shattering Meridian Pill already exists, but what about the pill she refined?"
He pointed at Ying Zijing: "I think she's the evil doctor! Otherwise, how could a perfectly good Transformation Pill make someone vomit blood?"
The First Elder said coldly, "Patriarch Meng, be careful what you say. The interrogation that day was very clear. Senior Fu Xi also said that Miss Zijing is not an evil doctor. If she were an evil doctor, would she still be able to concoct an antidote?"
The Dream Master was speechless.
However, the toxicity of the two pills definitely needs to be tested.
The Fourth Elder took the remaining dregs of the medicine and went to test them.
The results came out quickly.
"This pill is indeed a Transformation Pill, but its attribute is cold. As for toxicity, it has none, not even comparable to a Meridian Severing Pill," said the Fourth Elder of the Pill Alliance. "If Miss Qingxue refines the correct antidote, there will be no problem at all."
In short, it's because Meng Qingxue was less skilled than Ying Zijin, not because Ying Zijin had any malicious intent.
The Dream Master's expression changed again.
It's actually a Transformation Pill?
And it's not poisonous?
How is that possible?
The four elders added, "Furthermore, if Miss Qingxue is healthy, even if she doesn't take the antidote in time, at most her limbs will be stiff and she won't be able to move; she certainly won't experience pain."
An Ling was taken aback: "Just changing the order of the medicinal herbs will change the medicinal properties, and the antidote will also have to change?"
“That’s where Miss Zijing’s brilliance lies.” The Fourth Elder nodded. “She has a deep understanding of pharmacology and knows that by simply changing the order of ingredients, she can turn a heat-inducing pill into a cold-inducing one.”
"When the Danmeng professor was refining medicine, he specifically told the members about this point, but it is indeed difficult to apply. You must know how to be flexible and not be rigid. The knowledge in the book can also be applied to other situations."
The alchemy competitions held during winter hunts can indeed greatly improve the alchemy skills of ancient doctors.
Because during the process of refining medicine, one must not only pay attention to one's own furnace, but also observe the other party.
Even a single misstep could result in the wrong antidote.
This wasn't some underhanded tactic; it was a complete and utter crushing defeat.
Meng Qingxue naturally noticed that Ying Zijin had changed the order of the medicinal herbs, but she really didn't expect that it would change the medicinal properties.
Meng Qingxue's lips trembled, a metallic taste rising in her throat. She managed to say with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you. The antidote is with the Grand Elder, you'll be fine, I really didn't..."
She just wanted to prove that she was better than Ying Zijin at alchemy.
Ying Zijing's eyes were cold and her expression indifferent: "But I don't like pain."
She can tolerate pain, but that doesn't mean she likes it.
She doesn't harm people, but she's wary of them.
If it's just the Meridian-Severing Pill, there won't be any pain at first.
But the Shattering Meridian Pill is different; it will cause a lot of pain right away.
If you don't look closely, you really won't notice that Meng Qingxue is actually refining the Shattering Meridian Pill.
Because the amount of medicinal materials required for the two types of pills is not significantly different.
Meng Qingxue saw her change the order of the medicinal ingredients, but she still couldn't concoct the correct antidote.
Fu Yunshen tightened his grip on Ying Zijing's fingers little by little, his palms were icy cold, and his heart ached as if it were being shattered.
He didn't know how she died before, or why she was still alive with her memories.
And clearly, her memory had only recently returned when he first met her, which gave her the ability to protect herself.
But in that one year alone, Ying Zijing was forcibly drained of blood at the Ying family, unable to eat or sleep properly, and suffered immense mental oppression.
It's already tough enough.
He's been in pain; he knows how unpleasant it is.
"Her pain hurts, and so does my heart." Fu Yunshen's gaze finally fell on Meng Qingxue for the first time. "It's alright if you're in pain."
Nothing is more piercing than these nine words.
Meng Qingxue couldn't bear it at all; blood flowed from the corner of her mouth like beads from a broken string.
"Fu Yunshen!" The Meng family head was furious. "Can't you just shut up? You know perfectly well that seeing you will make her emotionally agitated and affect her health. Are you doing this on purpose?"
"Yes, it was intentional." Fu Yunshen said calmly, patting the girl's head. "Let's go."
Having experienced so much, he never says anything harsh to others.
It's not wrong to like someone, and there are always plenty of people who like them.
He politely rejected all the girls who confessed their feelings to him, as a sign of respect.
Meng Qingxue brought him a lot of trouble in the world of ancient medicine, and he was even forced into a life-or-death situation several times. He might not have survived if he wasn't careful.
Fu Yunshen didn't take it to heart, considering it a learning experience.
But when it comes to Ying Zijin, things are different.
Meng Qingxue's face gradually turned deathly pale, even her lips lost their color, and her voice trembled: "I really didn't mean to hurt her, I just wanted to show you that I still have ways where I'm better than her..."
Fu Chen listened from the side and finally understood what was going on.
Over the years, many men from the Meng family have sought to marry Meng Qingxue, but she has never married.
On the one hand, her health was indeed poor, and on the other hand, she refused all offers.
So it turns out Meng Qingxue actually liked his ancestor?
"Why did you compete? Even if you won, what difference would it make? He still doesn't like you." Fu Chen was quite puzzled, but his words hit the nail on the head. "To be honest, even if Miss Ying doesn't know how to make medicine, Brother Fu still likes her."
"You don't actually think that just because you've passed the competition, Brother Fu will be able to see you, do you?"
Meng Qingxue had been living in the secluded chambers of the Meng family for too long and had no idea what love was all about.
Meng Qingxue felt her blood surging violently in her chest, and fresh blood once again spilled from her lips.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
The head of the Meng family looked ashen-faced.
It was Fu Chen who said this.
In terms of status and identity, Fu Chen is a direct descendant of the Fu family, just like Meng Qingxue.
Especially recently, it seems that Fu Xi has ended her reclusion and come out into the world.
The Meng family's ancestor was not the first generation to establish the family, so he couldn't compare to Fu Xi at all.
The head of the Meng family could only swallow his anger and couldn't even reprimand him.
He didn't have time to linger here, so he immediately sent Meng Qingxue back to the Meng family and asked the elders to come and treat her.
Meng Jingyu stood there, unable to come to her senses.
Because he finally realized a problem that had been around for a long time.
He always believed that the ancient martial arts practitioners he sent out to steal Ying Zijin's medicinal herbs had encountered hunters from O Continent.
But now it seems that's clearly not the case.
Those ancient martial arts practitioners were merely martial arts apprentices; their ancient martial arts cultivation was not high. If it were an ancient healer, medicine alone would be enough to cripple a low-level ancient martial arts practitioner.
Meng Jingyu took a deep breath.
That was a miscalculation.
He thought he wouldn't encounter the ancient doctor outside, but he didn't expect Ying Zijin to be so formidable.
Unfortunately, by then it was too late to eliminate Ying Zijin.
With the Dan Alliance protecting them, the Meng family can't do anything.
Meng Jingyu frowned and returned to the Meng family home.
**
night.
Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen went to the river to release river lanterns.
After releasing it, Ying Zijing picked up Dudu and poked its little belly: "I'm going into seclusion until the end of winter break. Help me look after the pigs."
Fu Yunshen tilted his head: "Hmm? You won't come out unless you're a master of ancient martial arts?"
For practitioners of ancient martial arts, seclusion is a very common occurrence; a year is considered a short time.
Yue Fuyi went into seclusion at the end of last year and has not emerged yet.
Those ancestors were confined for ten years at a time.
However, he was different, because his cultivation level was raised through life-and-death battles.
Ying Zijing tossed Dudu to Fu Yunshen: "It might not reach that point yet, but reaching ninety years shouldn't be a problem."
Her current level of ancient martial arts cultivation is around seventy-eight years.
However, it is indeed difficult to break through the threshold of a hundred years of cultivation for a master of ancient martial arts. Many people are stuck at the point of ninety-nine years and cannot make any progress.
She looked up: "What?"
"It's nothing." Fu Yunshen stuffed Dudu, who was making a protesting humming sound, into his pocket and raised an eyebrow. "We've started a long-distance relationship again."
"There's still one day left." Ying Zijing leaned on his shoulder. "Let me give you a little more time to kiss me."
Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile: "What should I do, girlfriend? I'm liking you more and more."
Where can you find such a cute girlfriend?
Ying Zijing pushed his face away, her expression blank: "I told you, don't flirt with me."
Fu Yunshen readily agreed, readily accepting the suggestion: "Okay."
He paused for a moment, then added, "There's nothing I can do about it; it's just how we are."
"..."
**
The next day.
Ying Zijin went to the Pill Alliance to retrieve the medicinal herbs she needed for her seclusion.
The atmosphere inside felt off.
There sat an old woman with gray hair, but she looked only about forty years old.
“Miss Ying.” Master Li stepped forward, frowned, and said, “This is an ancestor of the Meng family, named Meng Wan, who is 120 years old this year.”
In ancient Chinese medicine, this age is considered very, very old.
Many ancient doctors, like ordinary people, passed away in their seventies or eighties.
Ying Zijing didn't pay any attention and handed the prescription to Master Li.
Master Li took it and said, "It should still be about yesterday's matter."
The Meng family is coming, and it's their ancestor who's coming; even the Pill Alliance can't stop them.
"Ying Zijin, you're quite capable." Meng Wan's eyes were sharp as she spoke calmly, "Being able to surpass Qingxue is nothing, why not compete with me?"
(End of this chapter)
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