Thrown Out of Yujin City

Watching the Heavenly Saber Sect Master and the others make such a spectacle of themselves, Ye Zhi Qiu's expression shifted slightly. He stared straight at Hanyu and asked in astonishment.

"Was this caused by the pill?"

Hanyu rubbed his nose and gave an awkward laugh without answering.

Ye Zhi Qiu waved a hand, intending to have his men seize the three while they were unable to resist.

"It's best not to do it now. Wait until the scattered mist has completely dispersed."

Hanyu hurriedly stopped him.

"If even the mist can't be touched, then..."

Ye Zhi Qiu's face darkened. At a glance, the dense mist he had blown away with the wind had spread across at least half the city. He did not dare imagine what kind of scene would unfold later.

Perhaps half the city's people would wake up, singing and dancing their way out the door.

Or perhaps after daybreak, half the city's people would become dazed fools, capable of nothing but idiotic laughter.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Ye Zhi Qiu could not help shooting Hanyu a fierce glare. "Why would you refine such a terrifying pill?"

Hanyu smiled bitterly. It wasn't refined by me! My Glazed Bottle spat it out like a mouthful of old phlegm.

He had not expected the thick mist produced by igniting a single pill to spread across half the city. It was absurd.

All he could say was that pills produced by the Glazed Bottle absolutely could not be judged by common sense.

The group stood there stupidly until dawn. When the sky began to brighten, not a trace of mist remained.

They had stood there all night, while the Heavenly Saber Sect Master and the other two had rolled around in wild revelry all night.

They still showed no sign of stopping, and the Prefectural Guards easily carried the three away.

"How long will it last?"

Ye Zhi Qiu suddenly asked.

Hanyu answered softly, "A year."

Ye Zhi Qiu's face instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and asked again, "Is there an antidote?"

Hanyu shook his head and sighed. "No."

"Hmph!"

Ye Zhi Qiu snorted coldly and swept his sleeve as he left. After walking several meters, his icy voice drifted back. "Until the safety of Yujin Prefecture's people has been confirmed, you are not permitted to leave."

Left with no choice, Hanyu could only be pushed by the Prefectural Guards into the Yujin Prefecture yamen.

By noon, the Prefectural Guards spread throughout the city had gathered their reports into Ye Zhi Qiu's hands.

The people from half the city who had been enveloped by the thick mist mainly showed a love of laughter, excessive optimism, and a tendency to dance and gesticulate when their emotions ran high. Though physicians were still going door to door making diagnoses, current data showed no signs of toxicity.

Only after reading the densely packed, detailed records in his hands did Ye Zhi Qiu's expression improve somewhat.

In that case, it would not lead to half the city being paralyzed. It would merely be a headache for a year...

Thinking of that, his head truly began to ache.

This Little Alchemist really was a scourge. I knew Old Ghost Lin could not possibly be so kind-hearted.

The Heavenly Saber Sect Master and the others were still rolling around and frolicking in the dungeon. It was truly terrifying.

"You're heading south?"

Hanyu looked at Yixian and Coconut, asking curiously.

Yixian nodded and said seriously, "Coconut and I agreed to travel south together."

That was awkward. Hanyu had come out of Quantai Prefecture and traveled north all the way. Their routes now ran in completely opposite directions.

He definitely could not turn back toward Quantai Prefecture. Who knew whether Star Sect was still gnashing their teeth in hatred?

When Yixian heard that Hanyu planned to head north, he broke into a smile. "That's no problem. If you head north, you'll happen to run into some of our own people. You can meet up and look after each other."

"Qingzhou Prefecture, Beiyuan Alley Entrance, opposite the crooked-necked tree. You'll know when you get there."

Hearing this, Hanyu was somewhat speechless. No matter how he listened, it did not sound like the location of a sect. It sounded more like a farmhouse courtyard.

"Though I see you off for a thousand miles, we must part in the end. We'll meet again when I head north before long."

After clasping fists, Yixian left with Coconut.

Hanyu watched them go, his gaze following them as they gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Are you done? If you are, then hurry up and get the hell out too!"

Someone at the side finally snorted impatiently.

Hanyu looked over awkwardly, scratched his head, and said, "Lord Ye, you came personally to see me off. How could I possibly accept that?"

Ye Zhi Qiu's chest heaved, and he seemed quite furious. "If I don't personally watch you get the hell out, I won't feel at ease."

"But there's no need to be so courteous as to carry me, is there?"

Hanyu looked down at him from above and sighed.

At that moment, Hanyu stood more than half a head taller than Ye Zhi Qiu. Two Prefectural Guards, one on each side, were holding up one of his legs each, carrying him like a sedan chair.

Just then, a bleak suona melody drifted from within the city. The notes came in fits and starts, followed by a group carrying a coffin down the road, with a line of people dressed in mourning hemp trailing behind.

A funeral procession should have been a sorrowful occasion, yet this group came along roaring with laughter. Even the musicians playing the suona were tightly suppressing their smiles, blowing between gasping breaths.

At the sight, the anger Ye Zhi Qiu had been suppressing shot up again and again. His face darkened like still water.

Hanyu seemed to sense something and shrank his neck.

What a sin. Yujin City would probably be forced to laugh through funerals for an entire year.

Not long after the funeral procession passed, another burst of thunderous gongs and drums came from afar, brimming with festivity.

It turned out that a wedding procession from outside the city had entered through the gates.

At the front were those clearing the way. In the middle, the groom rode a fine horse with a spring breeze in his face, taking in the sights as he went. Behind him came an eight-bearer bridal sedan, followed by many more people.

The procession suddenly stopped for no apparent reason at the city gate. Every person turned an odd look toward Hanyu at the same time.

Something seemed off about the atmosphere.

The curtain of the bridal sedan was suddenly pulled aside, and a petite figure leaped out.

"Hit him."

The groom jumped down from his horse and rushed over with rage written all over his face.

The sedan bearers pulled out the wooden poles supporting the sedan, while the strong men clearing the way brandished the wedding placards...

All Hanyu saw was a blur of red swaying before his eyes, and his face stiffened at once.

These were Red Units too?

How could these count as Red Units? He had always thought Red Units should be animals or something similar. How could he have known that merely wearing red clothes counted as well?

If that was how it worked, then if he ever ran into some great expert one day...

Before he could finish the thought, the crowd had already swallowed him. The little bride wearing a red veil clawed and scratched at him with all her might.

The wooden poles from the bridal sedan hammered against his head.

The wedding placards fanned across his face from side to side.

The groom was squeezed outside the crowd, unable to get in and hopping anxiously in place.

The entire scene descended into chaos. Ye Zhi Qiu held his forehead and summoned a large group of Prefectural Guards before the crowd could finally be separated.

The bride, being carried into the city, continued cursing. "Let me go! I'm going to beat him to death."

Only after everyone had been dragged into the city did things finally return to normal, and the festive gongs and drums began again...

"This is a side effect too?"

Ye Zhi Qiu looked at Hanyu with a complicated expression and asked strangely.

Hanyu nodded with a bitter smile. "Yes."

Hiss!

Even the well-traveled Ye Zhi Qiu could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

Such a bizarre ability was simply unheard of. A single pill could inexplicably draw the hatred of an entire group of people. It was too terrifying.

Even more terrifying was that this Little Alchemist had used it on himself.

Get as far away as possible, and fast!

As long as such a person remained in Yujin Prefecture for one day, Ye Zhi Qiu would not dare sleep soundly for one day.

"Hurry up and throw this thing out."

Ye Zhi Qiu waved dismissively at the Prefectural Guards. The two guards gestured to each other, then truly hurled Hanyu hard outside.

"Remember that face. Never let him enter this city again."

After saying that, Ye Zhi Qiu hurried away as if fleeing a plague god.

Hanyu lay sprawled on the ground, wearing a bitter smile.

In the end, he had capsized in the gutter. He should never have underestimated the Glazed Bottle's deadly side effects.

At the city gate, the Prefectural Soldiers gathered around the entrance, watching him warily for fear that he might set foot inside.

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