Yuezheng Yao's Gloom

"Eh, senior doesn't want to study my magical body?"

"I certainly won't refuse your offer to do experiments for me for free, but let's forget about it as a condition. It's nothing more than a novel body-refining method, which falls under the category of martial arts. Martial arts experts might be interested, but for me, it's a rather peripheral topic."

Wu Xiu glanced at Si Ming and sneered, "I know what you're thinking, but you're overthinking it. When it comes to the study of the human body, Grandmaster are the real experts. Their understanding of the human body surpasses that of doctors; they know it inside and out. I'm too lazy to argue with them. Herbal medicine Dao of Alchemy are my main focus. Difficult and complicated diseases and strange poisons are just my hobbies. Otherwise, how could that kid Jiang have escaped back then?"

That makes sense. No matter how bad Wu Xiu is at martial arts, she is still a Spirit Transformation. Capturing Jiang Zhengtai would be effortless for her. The fact that she didn't can only be explained by the fact that she has very little interest in the topic of homosexuality.

"Actually, poison and medicine are inseparable. Those skilled in making poison are also skilled in preparing medicine, and vice versa. However, their reputations are worlds apart. If someone is called the King of Medicine, they will be respected. If someone is called the King of Poison, they are definitely considered to be on the Evil Dao. Since they are essentially the same, why not strive for a good reputation? Those who think that spreading the name of the King of Poison will terrify others and gain vanity are, in the end, just a bunch of immature kids."

These words sounded rather awkward coming from a little girl, but considering that her true form was an old woman who had lived for hundreds of years, it didn't seem so wrong.

As Wu Xiu spoke, she instructed Yu Shuying, "Remember, even if you're more interested in using poison, you must hide that interest. Pharmacology is the right path, poisonology is always a side path. Look at those so-called poison masters, they're all self-taught. Nobody is willing to fund them. The money they spend on poison making in a year is less than a fraction of the funding the government allocates to me. I just open my mouth, and countless wealthy people will willingly send me rare and precious materials to heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Rare materials that others measure in grams, I use by the pound. That's the benefit of following the right path. Only incompetent good-for-nothings choose the Evil Dao."

"This disciple is well taught," Yu Shuying replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Si Ming understood and said, "This junior does indeed have a formation for traveling to the Barbarian Continent, but preparing a formation is quite costly, and it requires many rare materials."

Wu Xiu waved her hand and said, "Any problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem."

"A rich dog! "Si Ming was filled with envy and jealousy. Being able to say this with such confidence was one of his life goals.

"Some preparations probably can't be solved with money, because activating the formation requires human sacrifice. After all, the Flesh and Blood Wormhole is a method devised by the Monster Race, and they have no intention of being merciful."

"That's simple. Give me the array diagram, and I'll see if I can simplify or modify it."

"You're also an expert in formations, senior?"

Wu Xiu puffed out her unremarkable chest, put her hands on her hips, and said proudly, "Of course, that's the advantage of being an elder. My life experience is something a greenhorn like you can't compare to. Even if I just casually take a little time to study... If you dare call me an old woman in your heart, I'll kill you!"

She turned on you in an instant, unleashing a barrage of poisoned needles with a wave of her hand, catching you completely off guard.

"I haven't had time to think about it yet!"

Si Ming, who had been pierced by the poisoned needles, shuddered, shaking all the needles embedded in his skin off without leaving a single hole.

"Wow, so this is the Mercury Alloy Body. It's quite interesting." Wu Xiu said with a playful expression.

"I'm sorry, since you've chosen another option, I won't be providing free services."

After Si Ming finished speaking, he was about to leave when he turned back and asked, "May I ask, senior, have you gotten any news from Wei Chunxi?"

Wu Xiu waved her hand and said, "Not yet. That guy poisoned himself, lost his sense of pain, and his nerves became a hundred times duller. He's not afraid of torture or punishment, so he invited me here hoping I could cure his symptoms. But it's not an easy task; it will take some time."

Chapter 539 Yuezheng Yao's Melancholy

Yu Shuying still had something to discuss with her master, so Si Ming had no choice but to leave alone. He couldn't think of anything to do for a while, so he just wandered around aimlessly.

The streets were bustling with traffic and crowds, seemingly returning to their former prosperity. The trauma caused by the Divine Pillar incident six months ago had been healed by time, and the faces of pedestrians no longer bore the sorrow. After all, the dead are gone, but the living still have a future, and they must think about tomorrow.

Although cruel, it is also a necessary kind of resilience.

Si Ming looked up and saw shops lining both sides of the street. The faint glow of the setting sun cast a soft light on the red bricks, green tiles, and eaves of the buildings, adding a touch of haziness and poetry to the prosperous evening scene before him.

If he were a sentimental scholar, he might have forced himself to write a poem to express his melancholy. But looking at such a beautiful scene, the first thought that came to his mind was, "It's almost dinner time, what should I eat tonight?" He didn't even have the urge to recite, "Oh, the sea, you are all water."

After looking around for a while, Si Ming spotted a teahouse. Yes, it was the same teahouse called "Yi Jia" that he had visited with Yuezheng Qiong before.

"I remember that although it was a teahouse, it also served hot food and stir-fries... Never mind, I won't go before I bring that person back... Hmm, who was that figure?"

Si Ming saw a figure that looked very similar to Yuezheng Qiong from behind and subconsciously followed it.

"Boss, bring me a jar of 30-year-old Tusu wine."

"Sir, this is a teahouse."

"What's wrong with a teahouse? Are customers not allowed to drink alcohol in a teahouse? Be careful, or I'll report you. Do you know who I am?"

Upon hearing the voice, Si Ming immediately recognized it as Yuezheng Yao. Of course, when he came to his senses, he realized that Yuezheng Qiong couldn't possibly be here in broad daylight; it was just that his memory had influenced him, and he subconsciously assumed it was Yuezheng Qiong.

Upon approaching, Si Ming immediately smelled the strong odor of alcohol on Yuezheng Yao. He roughly guessed what had happened, and helplessly stepped forward to support the swaying Yuezheng Yao. He said to the waiter at the front desk, "Excuse me, my friend is drunk. Could you please give me a bowl of hangover tea?"

The receptionist asked suspiciously, "Are you really her friend?"

Si Ming stroked his chin. "Do you suspect I'm a 'corpse picker'? Call your boss's wife over; she knows what's going on."

Upon hearing this, the receptionist knew the guest must be of considerable status and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, this guest looks very familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before, so I couldn't help but ask. Your hangover tea will be here shortly."

At this moment, Yuezheng Yao was wearing a pair of huge sunglasses and a baggy tracksuit. Her hair was messy and disheveled, making it hard to associate her with her glamorous image on stage.

She protested in a voice almost slurred, "I don't want hangover tea, I want wine! I want to get drunk, completely drunk, only when I'm drunk will I forget my troubles."

"Okay, okay, the 1982 hangover tea will be here soon."

With Yuezheng Yao's cultivation level, if she really didn't want to get drunk, she could easily drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Therefore, Si Ming guessed that she was deliberately getting drunk, but he had no intention of being considerate. When the waiter brought over some sobering tea, he forced Yuezheng Yao to drink it.

"Getting drunk can indeed make you forget your troubles, but unless you stay drunk for the rest of your life, your troubles will come rushing back when you wake up."

Yuezheng Yao waved her hand, venting her frustration, "I just want to escape for a bit, is that not allowed?"

"It's a problem we'll have to face sooner or later anyway, so instead of wasting time by running away, we might as well face it actively. Besides, others can run away, but you can't."

At this moment, the proprietress, dressed in ancient costume, came out from the inner room. She was startled to see Yuezheng Yao, clearly mistaking her for the wanted Yuezheng Qiong. However, she quickly realized what was happening and said to Si Ming, "I'll leave her in your care, young man. After all, what happened..."

Knowing that the proprietress and Yuezheng Qiong were good friends, Si Ming asked, "I haven't been back to China for almost half a year. Is the Yuezheng Lineage in a bad situation?"

"It wouldn't be considered terrible, after all, the Yuezheng Lineage has two Spirit Transformation in charge, and the government wouldn't necessarily force them to become enemies. Besides, judging from that person's actions, they clearly didn't care about the Yuezheng Lineage's safety, so they only withdrew the previous preferential policies and didn't kick them when they were down. Of course, without the government's support, the Yuezheng Lineage's situation has indeed become more difficult, and other partners have cut off contact to avoid suspicion."

In short, the approach was neither to suppress nor support the Yuezheng Lineage, but to isolate them and make them strictly follow the rules in everything they wanted to do, without giving them any preferential treatment. For a large Lineage, this would not damage their Primal Qi, but it would inevitably make things difficult and create a sense of crisis, like "even a landlord's family has no surplus grain."