"This..."
Hearing Wanyan Kang's question, Liang Zi'ong was stunned for quite a while.
The little prince really is young at heart. This idea is far too fantastical.
If I could concoct such a potion, wouldn't I have become the Imperial Preceptor of the Jin Dynasty long ago?
How could I have fallen to my current state?
Reading his expression, Wanyan Kang knew his idea was unrealistic. He shook his head regretfully and said,
"What a pity. I know the grievances Elder Liang has suffered, so I wanted to use the convenience of my status to help Elder Liang vent his anger. For instance, we could prepare a banquet and invite Lu Chen and Huang Rong. We could slip that potion into their wine, then pry out their master's lineage, origins, and even the martial arts they cultivate..."
Liang Zi'ong put on a moved expression, then sighed wistfully.
"Not to mention that this old man is incapable of concocting such a potion—even if I could, it would be useless against Lu and Huang."
Wanyan Kang asked curiously,
"Why is that?"
Liang Zi'ong's face filled with grief and indignation.
"That Treasure Snake of mine was painstakingly raised on all manner of precious medicinal ingredients for twenty years. Eating it not only preserved one's looks and greatly increased one's internal power, but also granted immunity to all poisons. Since Lu and Huang ate my Treasure Snake, and even turned its blood into... In short, they are now immune to all poisons. No drug or poison can do anything to them."
Wanyan Kang was startled, and fury rose in his heart.
Such a miraculous Treasure Snake—how did Lu Chen and Huang Rong get to benefit from it?
*You, Liang Zi'ong, aren't a good thing either. If you had presented that snake to me earlier,