Chapter 2229: Medicine Shocks the World (14)
Chapter 2229: Chapter 2229: Medicine Shocks the World (14)
Does Chuzheng still not know if Jing Po has the Good Person Card?
Earlier, he turned two people into that condition.
"Take it out."
"..."
Jing Po hesitated and fumbled for a while before pulling out several porcelain bottles, shoving them all into Chuzheng’s hands.
Chuzheng: "..."
See! He has more than one type of poison.
And they’re in large bottles!
Chuzheng raised her hand to touch Jing Po’s head and left with those poisons.
It took a good while before Jing Po raised his hand to touch the spot Chuzheng touched, his cheeks inexplicably turning red.
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Jing Po’s poisons were very effective; dealing with demonic beasts was no problem at all.
Chuzheng took care of that group of demonic beasts, returned to the coffin, and again raised her hand to touch his head: "Pretty impressive."
Jing Po pursed his lips, slightly lowered his head, and the red flush on his cheeks spread to his ears.
"You... don’t you think... those..." Jing Po’s speech was disjointed, not knowing what he was trying to express.
Chuzheng ran her hand down his hair: "Take your time, speak slowly."
Jing Po cautiously glanced at her, took a small breath, and tried to string his words into one sentence.
"Those...poisons are cruel, aren’t they?"
"As long as they’re useful, why care about that much?" Chuzheng’s fingers weaved through his hair, gently gripping and playing with it.
"But..."
Jing Po lowered his head, his hands clasped together, fiercely pinching his own palm.
His voice was barely audible, with a hint of grievance: "But... my master said... I’m not fit to practice medicine and help people."
"He’s talking nonsense." Which dog said that about my Good Person Card!
The young man hastily lifted his gaze and dropped it again the next second: "But... my master used to be very good to me."
"Well, I’ll also be good to you in the future." Chuzheng rubbed his head.
The young man seemed puzzled, his lips slightly parted, showing a bit of bewilderment on his face.
Dazed, somewhat cute.
Chuzheng’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment and then shifted away: "Don’t think too much about it, you’re great."
Jing Po: "I... am I good?"
"Yeah, you’re the best." Keep praising the Good Person Card!
For some reason, Jing Po suddenly pulled his hood back on, hugged his knees, and sat in a corner, burying his head in his arms.
Chuzheng: "..."
Now what’s wrong!
Chuzheng scratched her head, confused about why the Good Person Card was acting this way.
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Chuzheng discovered that among these demonic beasts, there was no Golden Cicada.
She didn’t know if it was killed by this group of demonic beasts or hiding below to heal.
Chuzheng looked around nearby, in some of the intact houses, there were still corpses.
Judging by their appearance, they should have been killed by demonic beasts.
But why did this group of demonic beasts appear here?
Could it be because of Yan Hongni?
Or for other reasons?
This place isn’t fit to linger, better leave quickly.
With Jing Po, she left Golden Cicada Town, but unexpectedly, there were quite a few people "lying in ambush" outside the town.
As soon as Chuzheng stepped out, they surrounded her.
There were too many demonic beasts; they definitely couldn’t win with so few people.
Retreating was the best option.
However, they coveted that Golden Core, so they remained outside rather than leave.
"Demon Head! You’re still not dead!"
"Sorry to disappoint you, truly apologetic." Where’s the apology in those words; it sounded more like mockery.
Chuzheng didn’t see Meng Weihan and Yan Hongni, not knowing if they had left.
"Demon Head, those demonic beasts were summoned by you, weren’t they!" Suddenly, someone shouted with a flash of insight.
Chuzheng looked very innocent: "Not me, I didn’t, don’t falsely accuse me!"
Why blame everything on me!
You guys are going too far!
After some senseless chatter, the people across couldn’t wait any longer and got straight to the point: "Chen Yin, hand over the Golden Core!"
Chuzheng glanced over them: "Do you have enough to share?"
There was only one Golden Core, but there were many people on the opposite side; were they supposed to each lick it?
"You don’t need to care if we have enough, just hand it over quickly, or don’t blame us for being rude!"
Their thoughts were currently aligned, to take the Golden Core first, and discuss the rest later.
Chuzheng pressed her wrist, sighing internally.
Fine.
It’s their fault for not letting me be a good person!
"Everyone, attack together!" For the Golden Core, this group seemed to have forgotten past matters.
Men die for wealth just as birds for food.
That’s the rule of Jiuzhou Continent.
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Boom—
Crash—
Trees were intercepted and broken in half, leaves fluttered down as silver light pierced through the foliage, flying toward the man wielding a giant hammer.
The man’s peripheral vision caught a glimmer and instinctively dodged.
That glimmer flew past him, paused in mid-air for a few seconds, then sharply turned back, scattering into countless finer lights, encircling in all directions.
The man, in shock, swung his hammer down.
However, those things seemed to have a mind of their own, easily dodging and once again sweeping in from an intricate angle.
A chilling touch climbed up his ankle, the sense of bondage making him lower his head to look.
But there was nothing near his ankle.
The icy bondage extended to his waist, chest, neck...
"Ahhhhh..." The suffocation made the man lose his cool and start spinning in place.
To others watching, it seemed like the man went mad while fighting.
What kind of sorcery did this Demon Head use!
Everyone’s unanimous thought.
"Demon Head! Stop or I’ll kill him!"
Near the coffin, someone had quietly approached, putting a knife to Jing Po’s neck, threatening Chuzheng fiercely.
This person had been following her, seemingly someone important to her, now perfect for a threat.
Jing Po clung to the coffin edge with both hands, seemingly dumbstruck, not reacting, his entire being somewhat dazed.
Yet Chuzheng only glanced indifferently over, not even pausing her actions.
As she pressed someone into the ground, she said: "If you have the guts, try harming him."
The girl’s voice was cool and indifferent, mysteriously penetrating.
"You!"
After finishing with that person, Chuzheng didn’t look back but dealt with the one nearest to her.
"Damn!"
The person threatening Jing Po didn’t expect this response from Chuzheng, angrily cursed.
These two were of the same ilk as the Demon Head, couldn’t be any good.
So he sneered darkly, saying: "Blame her!"
The man’s hand lifted with the knife slicing down.
But he didn’t see the scene of blood splattering.
Instead, it was his own body, falling backward.
His whole body felt weak, his vision reeled, the entire world seemed to whirl.
What’s happening?
A figure in white leaned over the coffin, peering.
The face under the hood was plainly visible to him now.
The man’s pupils slightly widened, his throat struggling to emit a broken sound: "You... it’s you..."
That face...
He would never forget.
Jing Po’s lashes trembled, exited the coffin, squatting beside the man: "You know me?"
Fear faintly surfaced in the man’s eyes: "Absolute... Medical Pavilion..."
Jing Po took out a red Elixir Pill, pried open the man’s mouth, and fed it to him.
The man had no room to resist, forced to swallow it down.
"You... what did you feed me?"
"Ascension Pill." The young man’s voice was weak, as if he was the one being bullied: "Very precious."
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Yesterday’s Chapter was copied incorrectly. It’s been corrected and can be checked by scrolling back; there was no repeated purchase involved. The Chapter word count is the same, though yesterday included a preview of these two Chapters.