The instant Xiao Yan heard the words "Woeful Poison Body," his heart gave an inexplicable lurch, and a vague yet powerful premonition welled up within him.
In this life, I really might end up entangled with that troublesome constitution.
But he did not dare say it aloud and earn another smack from the backscratcher. Under his master's stern gaze, Xiao Yan hurriedly tucked away his little schemes, put on the obedient air of a student humbly accepting instruction, and nodded vigorously.
"Rest assured, Master! Your disciple will remember! If I ever meet that kind of poison master, I promise to give them a wide berth!"
His agreement came readily enough, but deep down, the flames of vengeance directed at Xiao Yi had merely been suppressed for the moment, not extinguished.
Far from being discouraged when his master rejected his magnificent idea for Ghost-Grabbing Itch Powder, he found even more, even subtler plans springing up in his mind. If he could not make Xiao Yi itch without being able to scratch, he would simply take a different approach.
The Bad Breath Pill, refined from the finest stinky flower and corpse grass! One pill would guarantee that not a blade of grass survived within ten miles, with every mosquito and fly wiped out! Or perhaps Sleepy Gut Powder, colorless and tasteless. Mixed into food, it could give someone the sleep of a baby, leaving them asleep and relieving themselves for three days and nights...
Just as Xiao Yan was immersed in his wicked alchemical blueprints, a sudden shudder ran through him. It was an indescribable, inexplicable feeling that Xiao Yi was watching him.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, several clan elders sat around a long table, their faces somber and their brows tightly knitted. The sunlight stretched their shadows long and laid bare the worries