Let's Poison Her

Just now Su Yu blocked Ren Jie's path, clearly picking a fight, and plenty of people rushed over to watch the show.

This kind of thing was the most popular entertainment at Jade Emperor Academy—after all, spectators never think the trouble is big enough, especially since most of the students there were hedonistic young masters.

But everyone was stunned now, because it all happened too fast. No one expected Ren Jie to not dodge, not come out to talk to Su Yu, not even fight back—he just let the Spirit Beast Carriage smash them flying.

If things went wrong, it could kill someone. A Spirit Beast Carriage, if it broke free and went berserk, even people in the Divine Power Realm couldn't subdue it. Anyone who saw one coming would steer clear.

Only Ren Jie's carriage was usually ignored, but no one thought he'd be this... fierce today.

Even more unexpected: after sending them flying, Ren Jie just tossed out some Gold Notes and left.

Left... left...

That was too... too over the top. This guy actually...

The style, the swagger—it was even more arrogant than beating someone up himself or ordering his men to do it. When did Ren Jie ever get this... cool?

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Meanwhile, one of Su Yu's lackeys who hadn't been hit too badly—and had something wrong with his brain—didn't go help Su Yu like the others. Instead, he picked up the Gold Notes.

"Young master, this is..."

"Fuck you! You actually picked up money? My Su Family is short on that? How dare you pick it up, you—pfft—" Su Yu was in so much pain from the crash, and having a lackey do that made him furious. He took it all out on the guy. As others helped him up, tears streaming from the pain, he kicked the lackey flying and cursed in rage.

But the movement aggravated his chest injury, and he coughed up blood. That scared the other lackeys into carrying him off for treatment.

Inside the carriage, Ren Jie felt a bit better. Looked like blowing off steam was a good way to relieve stress—just like when he first arrived in this world and clashed with Second Elder Ren Junyang and the others.

Since he'd become Ren Jie, since he was part of this circle of hedonists, he refused to be bullied or live like a pathetic one. Being a pathetic hedonist was worse than being an ordinary person who stayed out of trouble.

If he didn't want to be bullied, didn't want to be a pathetic hedonist, he had to out-hedonist the rest of them. He had the capital. The old Ren Jie didn't know how to use it, but he sure as hell wouldn't be like that.

"Beast Uncle, that was solid." Thinking back to the scene, Ren Jie felt both relieved and pleased, and he was grateful to Beast Uncle for coming through.

No hesitation, no delay—he executed immediately, and he had good control.

From what Ren Jie remembered, he hadn't really communicated with Beast Uncle before. Beast Uncle used to drive for his father, Ren Tianxing. Since Spirit Beast Carriages weren't something just anyone could control—they were very special—Beast Uncle's status was unique.

Back then, Ren Tianxing had ordered that Beast Uncle only needed to control the Spirit Beast Carriage and answer to the family head alone. So besides the family head, Beast Uncle didn't have to pay attention to anyone.

And Beast Uncle never spoke. He wore a huge hat, and when there was nothing to do, he always leaned against the Spirit Beast Carriage. The old Ren Jie had tried to talk to him, but failed every time—offering meals, gifts, words—nothing got a response.

Solid? Sitting up front controlling the Spirit Beast Carriage as it neared Ren Jie's residence, Beast Uncle was a little confused. What's "solid"?

He still didn't speak, but thinking back to what just happened, under his huge straw hat, a faint, slightly pleased smile appeared. The head of the Ren family should be like this.

Beast Uncle didn't reply, and Ren Jie didn't push it. He got out of the carriage, politely greeted Beast Uncle and told him to rest, then walked into the residence that had taken four months to build.

Choosing a spot on campus to build your own place—even in a hedonist academy like Jade Emperor Academy—was pretty outrageous and famous. Ren Jie remembered that because of this, the old Ren Jie had been lectured by the Second Elder and the others for four hours.

Of course, Ren Jie also remembered clearly that the one who'd encouraged him to build in this slightly remote spot was his "wise man" by his side. That kid had talked it up like crazy back then.

"Boss, you're finally back! This is a new record—those elders have some serious endurance, two days and one night! They didn't cut the budget again, did they? Crap, if they did, what about my research? At this rate, we won't even be able to afford food, right?" Xiang Pangzi, a pale, chubby fatty, came up to greet him.

Seeing Ren Jie didn't answer, Gao Ren assumed he'd been chewed out and had his budget cut again.

Looking at Gao Ren, Ren Jie smiled: "I think you shouldn't call me boss, just call me Meal Ticket. Look at you, all pained at the thought of a budget cut."

"Uh..." Gao Ren was stunned for a second, then clasped his hands together and grinned: "Meal Ticket's fine! If you like, boss, I can call you Meal Ticket Boss, no problem. Because I think 'Meal Ticket' is the highest compliment. Think about it—if I have to rely on you for meals, that means you hold the power of life and death. So you're still the best. Meal Ticket is an attitude—it shows I know who feeds me. How about from now on I call you Meal Ticket Boss?"

Ren Jie called out the fatty for caring about money and food, but after hearing his whole Meal Ticket theory, Ren Jie almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

Look at that—the pinnacle of ass-kissing. No denial, just elevating "Meal Ticket" to a whole new level.

Seeing his pained expression over the budget cut, Ren Jie deliberately teased him, calling him out to see his reaction. He didn't expect the fatty to come up with something so awesome. What a talent!

"That was a smooth flattery. I won't hold it against you that you care more about money than your boss. But don't worry—they didn't cut the budget this time."

"Whoa, awesome! I thought I was doomed. Then I can order some more stuff! Meal Ticket Boss, you're the best!" The fatty jumped half a meter in the air, shouting excitedly.

"Sweat." Meal Ticket Boss. Ren Jie was speechless. He'd just been messing around, and the guy ran with it.

Looking up, he saw the room the fatty had just come out of. A strong smell of medicine wafted out—clearly a pharmacy.

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

Ren Jie followed him into the pharmacy. In the old Ren Jie's memory, there was no recollection of this room at all. He'd been here over half a year and never entered. The room was huge, at least a hundred and fifty or sixty square feet. Besides a few specialized furnaces for brewing medicine in the middle, the far end was filled with various medicinal materials.

Right now, Gao Ren was busy working. Ren Jie glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on some freshly prepared medicines on a mixing table.

A dozen or so ingredients were laid out. Just one look, and Ren Jie froze. It was the same feeling as when he first saw a book—completely instinctive. Looking at those ingredients, he could already imagine the effect when they were mixed together: potent, extremely potent laxative, enough to kill an ordinary person. Even someone at the eighth or ninth layer of the Body Refining Realm would shed a layer of skin and be half-dead from diarrhea before they could control it.

"Centipede Fluid, Hemp Tree Bark, Blood Activating Grass, then add some Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass." Looking at the dozen ingredients, his mind clearly knew what effects they'd produce together. Ren Jie also knew who Gao Ren was making this medicine for.

After his rebirth, he hadn't bothered with that woman Fang Qi. The old Ren Jie had been infatuated with her like an idiot, but now Ren Jie already hated her just from the memories. If she never provoked him again, he couldn't even be bothered with what happened before. But now she wouldn't let it go—she'd killed the old Ren Jie, and now she wanted to get him.

Fine then. He wouldn't let her off easy. She wanted to play? He'd play along.

"What?" Gao Ren, who had just adjusted the flames on a few furnaces brewing medicine, turned to look at Ren Jie when he heard him mention the ingredients.

"I'm saying, add more Centipede Fluid, Hemp Tree Bark, Blood Activating Grass, then some Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass to that medicine." Ren Jie repeated himself.

Gao Ren's pale, chubby face froze for a moment. He thought he'd misheard. Ren Jie never came in here before. Even when he wanted to find him, he'd send someone to call him. What was up today? Not only did he come in himself, but he also rattled off so many ingredient names. Sure, none of them were rare or obscure, but...

Gao Ren looked back at the medicine he'd prepared but hadn't brewed yet. His expression gradually shifted.

Damn, no way. Coincidence, had to be coincidence. But even a coincidence couldn't be this spot-on.

None of these ingredients were special, but they all reacted with the seventeen he'd already picked. Centipede Fluid would create a toxic reaction with three of them. Hemp Tree Bark would cause adverse reactions with five. Blood Activating Grass absolutely couldn't go in there—it would create a lethal poison, deadly even to someone in the True Qi Realm. Then Fire Lizard Blood and Love Root Grass—those two conflicted with many of the seventeen ingredients. They seemed completely unrelated, but to name ingredients that countered and clashed with all of them, while also conflicting with each other, was harder than coming up with a recipe for a High Grade Potion or even a top-tier one.

Gao Ren opened his mouth to say Ren Jie was joking, but then his expression grew more serious. Even though he was only an Advanced Miraculous Apothecary, he knew better than anyone that even a typical Spirit Alchemist might not have as much insight and analytical ability as he did.

If this had been said to an ordinary Advanced Miraculous Apothecary, or even a Top Tier Miraculous Apothecary, they'd sneer or even curse. Because it was complete nonsense—an insult to the art of alchemy. Like telling someone with a wound to pour salt on it, then honey, then let ants crawl around, or insisting on finding mouse brides for a cat to "carry on the lineage." Pure bullshit.

But Gao Ren vaguely felt that even if he tried, he could at most think of three ingredients that completely countered and clashed with all these medicines. Coming up with five would be hard.

"Three, seven... seventeen... five..." Gao Ren muttered to himself as he thought, then suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Ren Jie's hands, and stared at him in disbelief: "One hundred and seventy-five... there are one hundred and seventy-five types of poison interacting and shifting! Even a Top Tier Miraculous Apothecary couldn't do that. God, Meal Ticket Boss, how did you come up with that? Don't you dare tell me you just said it off the top of your head. Even if you beat me to death, I won't believe it."