Junior Brother Zhang Really Was a Genius: A Method for Passing Down Scriptures

Zhang Zhengyi, poisoned to the point of nearly kicking the bucket, seemed to erupt with sudden strength. Veins bulged all over his body as he temporarily suppressed the poison and roared out a sentence from his throat.

"Good my ass! I don't think it's good at all!"

"Qin Youde, are you even human? You actually want to castrate me!"

"I'd rather lose a kidney!"

After roaring three sentences in a row, Zhang Zhengyi's head lolled to one side, and he collapsed again.

Qin Yang was left stunned by the shouting. Only after a long while did he scratch his head in sudden realization.

"That's right. Wouldn't castrating you be even better? The success rate would be higher. You wouldn't need it anyway. No, cutting off just one would be enough. You'd still have one left, so it wouldn't affect you if you wanted children later. Junior Brother Zhang, you really are a genius."

Upon hearing that, Zhang Zhengyi's face turned green, then white. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of old blood. All strength instantly drained from his body. He even forgot to resist the poison, and in an instant, he became like a puddle of mud, devoid of life.

Only a pair of bloodshot eyes remained, glaring at Qin Yang in deathly indignation.

Old Woman Xuan Li, who had been cheerfully watching the spectacle from the side, was immediately startled. She quickly reached out to examine him. That dosage definitely should not have been enough to poison someone to death, so how had he died?

Was this not a slap across her face? Someone had actually died right in front of her. If word got out, would the others not think she could not even control the most basic dosage?

"How did he die? Your junior brother