Let's Poison Her

Su Yu had clearly blocked Ren Jie's path just now to pick a fight, and quite a few people immediately rushed over to watch the show.

This was the most popular kind of entertainment at Jade Emperor Academy. After all, those watching a spectacle never feared the trouble getting bigger, and most of Jade Emperor Academy's students were Hedonistic Young Masters.

But everyone was dumbfounded. Everything had changed too quickly. No one had expected Ren Jie not to dodge, not to come out and speak to Su Yu, not even to retaliate. He had simply had the Spirit Beast Carriage send them flying.

If things went wrong, people could die from that. A Spirit Beast Carriage, if it broke free of its restraints and went mad, could not be subdued even by an ordinary Divine Power Realm cultivator. People generally kept far away whenever they saw someone using one.

Only Ren Jie was different. Others normally paid him no heed, but no one had expected him to be so... mighty today.

Even more unexpectedly, after sending them flying, Ren Jie simply tossed out a few Gold Notes and left.

He left... he actually left...

This was too... too outrageous. This guy actually...

That bearing, that style—compared to personally coming out to beat someone up, compared to ordering his subordinates to do it, this was far more arrogant. Since when had Ren Jie become... become this cool?

The people nearby were all staring in shock. Some of Su Yu's lackeys had not been hit too badly. Perhaps a screw had come loose somewhere in their heads; instead of going over to help Su Yu up like the others, they bent down and picked up the Gold Notes.

"Young Master, this is..."

"Fuck, screw you! You actually went to pick up money? Does my Su Family lack this tiny bit of money? You dare pick it up? Puh..." Su Yu was already in unbearable pain from the collision. Seeing one of his lackeys do something like this made his fury surge to the heavens. He vented all his anger on the fellow. As he was helped up, tears of pain streaming down his face, he kicked the man flying and cursed furiously.

But the moment he got angry, he aggravated the injury in his chest. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, frightening his lackeys into quickly carrying him away for treatment.

Ren Jie lay inside the carriage, his mood improving somewhat. It seemed that letting loose really was a good way to relieve stress. Just like when he had first arrived in this world and had erupted against Second Elder Ren Junyang and the others.

Since he had become Ren Jie, since he had become one of this circle of Hedonistic Young Masters, Ren Jie absolutely would not become a useless Hedonistic Young Master who got bullied and lived a wretched life. Being such a pathetic Hedonistic Young Master would be worse than becoming an ordinary person detached from worldly strife.

If he did not want to be bullied, if he did not want to become a pathetic Hedonistic Young Master, then he had to be even more hedonistic than all these Hedonistic Young Masters. He had the capital for it. The old Ren Jie did not know how to use it, but he absolutely would not be like him.

"Beast Uncle, you really delivered." Thinking of what had just happened, Ren Jie felt both comfortable and exhilarated, and he was quite grateful for Beast Uncle's reliability.

He had carried it out immediately without the slightest hesitation, and he had also judged the situation perfectly.

Ren Jie seemed to recall that he had never communicated with Beast Uncle before. Beast Uncle had once driven for his father, Ren Tianxing. Since not just anyone could control a Spirit Beast Carriage, it was a highly specialized task, and Beast Uncle's status was actually rather special.

Back then, Ren Tianxing had instructed that Beast Uncle only needed to control the Spirit Beast Carriage and answer solely to the family head. Thus, aside from the family head, Beast Uncle did not need to acknowledge anyone in the Ren Family.

Beast Uncle had never spoken either. He wore an enormous hat and, whenever there was nothing to do, always leaned against the Spirit Beast Carriage. The old Ren Jie had tried to communicate with Beast Uncle, but every attempt had failed. He had invited him to meals, given him gifts, and spoken to him, yet Beast Uncle had never responded.

Delivered? Sitting in front and controlling the Spirit Beast Carriage as it gradually arrived at Ren Jie's residence, Beast Uncle was slightly taken aback. What did "delivered" mean?

He still said nothing. Yet when he thought of what had happened earlier, an unexpected but faintly pleased smile appeared beneath his huge straw hat. The Ren Family's head should be like this.

Beast Uncle did not answer, and Ren Jie did not persist or say anything else. After getting out of the carriage, he politely called out to Beast Uncle, telling him to go rest, while Ren Jie strode into the residence that had taken four months to build.

Building his own residence on a chosen plot within the academy while attending school—even at an academy for Hedonistic Young Masters like Jade Emperor Academy—was a famously outrageous affair. Ren Jie remembered that the old Ren Jie had apparently been lectured by Second Elder and the others for four hours over it.

Of course, Ren Jie also remembered clearly that the "expert" at his side had been the one who encouraged him to build a house in this somewhat remote place. Back then, that fellow had talked so extravagantly that flowers seemed to rain from the heavens.

"Boss, you're finally back! This time, you've broken the record. These elders have way too much endurance, don't they? Two days and one night! They're not really cutting our expenses again, are they? We're doomed! If they really cut them again, what will happen to my research? At this rate, won't we be unable to afford food in the future?" Xiang Pangzi, a fair, round, fat man, had already come up to greet him.

When Gao Ren saw that Ren Jie did not answer, he thought Ren Jie had once again been scolded and had their expenses cut.

Looking at Gao Ren, Ren Jie smiled. "I don't think you should call me Boss. Just call me Meal Ticket instead. Look at how miserable you get the moment you mention budget cuts."

"Uh..." Gao Ren blanked out for a moment, then clasped his hands together and grinned. "Meal Ticket is great. If you like it, Boss, I can call you Meal Ticket Boss. I think Meal Ticket is the greatest compliment one can give someone. Think about it: even my meals depend on you, Boss. That means you hold the power of life and death. So you're still the most awesome, Boss. A meal ticket is an attitude—it shows that I know who puts food in my bowl. How about I call you Meal Ticket Boss from now on?"

Ren Jie had exposed the fat man's concern over money and food, but after hearing his whole theory about meal tickets, Ren Jie almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

Look at that—the model and pinnacle of bootlicking. He did not argue at all; he simply elevated "Meal Ticket" to an entirely new level.

Seeing how miserable he had looked when talking about budget cuts, Ren Jie had deliberately teased him and exposed it to see how the fat man would react. He had not expected the fat man to come out with something so impressive. What a talent!

"That flattery felt pretty good, so I won't hold it against you for valuing money more than me, your Boss. But don't worry. They didn't cut our expenses this time."

"Wow, that's wonderful! I thought we were dead for sure this time. Then I can order some more things. Meal Ticket Boss, you're so handsome!" Upon hearing that, the fat man jumped half a meter into the air and shouted excitedly.

"Damn!" Meal Ticket Boss—Ren Jie was utterly speechless. He had only casually meant to tease him, but this guy had really run with it.

He looked up and happened to see the room Gao Ren had just come out of. A strong medicinal smell wafted from within. It was clearly an apothecary room.

"Ah, my medicine..." Seeing Ren Jie look toward the apothecary room, Gao Ren suddenly remembered there was medicine inside and rushed in.

Ren Jie followed him into the apothecary room. In the old Ren Jie's memories, there was not the slightest recollection of this place. He had been here for over half a year, yet he had never entered it. The room was very spacious, at least one hundred and fifty square meters. Apart from several furnaces in the center specifically for brewing medicine, the far side was filled with all kinds of Medicinal Materials.

At that moment, Gao Ren was busy at work. Ren Jie swept his gaze around the room and happened to spot some freshly measured medicine on a dispensing table.

More than a dozen ingredients lay there. Ren Jie froze after just one glance. It was the same feeling as when he had first looked at a book—a completely instinctive reaction. Looking at those medicines, he could already imagine the effect they would produce when mixed together: a powerful, extremely powerful laxative, enough to kill an ordinary person. Even someone at the eighth or ninth layer of the Body Refining Realm would be flayed alive and shit half to death before they could suppress it.

"Centipede Fluid, Hemp Tree Bark, Blood Activating Grass, then add a little Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass." Looking at those dozen or so ingredients, Ren Jie's mind clearly understood what effect they would produce. He also knew who Gao Ren was preparing this medicine to deal with.

After being reborn, he had not even had the mood to bother with that woman Fang Qi. The old Ren Jie had liked her like an infatuated fool, but the current Ren Jie already found her thoroughly detestable just from his memories. If she never provoked him again, he would not even have the interest to deal with what had happened before. But now she was refusing to let the matter rest. She had gotten the previous Ren Jie killed, and now she wanted to get rid of him too.

Since that was the case, then he absolutely could not let her off lightly. She wanted to play, did she? Then he would play with her properly.

"What?" Gao Ren had just adjusted the flames beneath the medicine brewing in several furnaces. Hearing Ren Jie mention medicinal ingredients, he immediately turned to look at him.

"I said, add some Centipede Fluid, Hemp Tree Bark, Blood Activating Grass, then a little Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass to your medicine," Ren Jie repeated.

Gao Ren's fair, plump face went slightly blank. He thought he had misheard. Ren Jie had never come in here before; even when he wanted Gao Ren, he would have someone notify him. What was going on today? Not only had he come in himself, he had also rattled off the names of so many medicinal ingredients. Though these ingredients were not especially rare or obscure, still...

Gao Ren looked again at the medicine he had prepared but not yet brewed, and his gaze gradually changed.

Damn, what kind of joke was this? A coincidence—it had to be a coincidence. But even a coincidence could not be this coincidental.

None of those ingredients was special, yet every one of them reacted with the seventeen ingredients he had selected. Centipede Fluid would create a highly toxic reaction with three of them. Hemp Tree Bark would cause adverse reactions with five of them. Blood Activating Grass absolutely could not be added here; it would create deadly toxins. Even someone in the True Qi Realm could not withstand it. Then there was Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass. These two ingredients clashed with many of the seventeen ingredients. They seemed to have nothing to do with one another, yet to name at once ingredients that all counteracted and conflicted with these medicines, while also conflicting with one another, was harder than giving the formula for a mid-grade or even High Grade Potion.

Gao Ren had initially opened his mouth to say Ren Jie was joking, but his expression gradually turned more solemn. Although he was currently only an Advanced Miraculous Apothecary, only he himself knew that even an ordinary Spirit Alchemist might not possess as much knowledge or analytical ability as he did.

If an ordinary Advanced Miraculous Apothecary, or even a Top Tier Miraculous Apothecary, heard this, they would certainly scoff in disdain or curse loudly. This was simply nonsense, an insult to the formulas Miraculous Apothecaries used to prepare potions. Who did things this way? It was like someone having a wound and you suggesting they sprinkle salt into it, then honey, then let ants crawl over it to play—or like insisting on finding several mouse brides for a cat, claiming it was for the sake of carrying on its bloodline. Utter nonsense.

Yet Gao Ren vaguely felt that even if he tried, he could at most think of three ingredients that completely counteracted and conflicted with all these medicines at once. Coming up with five would be extremely difficult.

"Three, seven... seventeen... five..." Gao Ren muttered as he thought. Then, in disbelief, he rushed forward and grabbed Ren Jie's hands, staring at him incredulously. "One hundred and seventy-five... There are actually one hundred and seventy-five kinds of poisons involved in mutual entanglement and transformation. Not even a Top Tier Miraculous Apothecary could accomplish this! Heavens, Meal Ticket Boss, how did you think of this? Don't tell me you just said it off the top of your head. Even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't believe it."