Chapter 668: Nongqian's Pill

"No need to thank me; you're my brother‑in‑law, if I don't help you, who else would I help?"

He said that as he gave his brother‑in‑law a kick; poor Shang Yue flew three meters away, and Chen Chuyang controlled the force so that Shang Yue wouldn't be hurt—at most a superficial skin injury, nothing fatal.

Then came punches and kicks; the pitiful Shang Yue could only scream, and scream again.

Beside them, Shang Hongxue watched the scene, hearing either the wailing of elder sister Shang Hongchen or the wailing of her younger brother.

Her own sister and brother are miserable; meeting someone like Chen Chuyang is truly their luck.

"Shang Yue is so blessed to have such a wonderful brother‑in‑law; it's a fortune cultivated over ten lifetimes."

Shang Yue: "……"

Second sister, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words.

After beating him for an hour, Chen Chuyang stopped, returned to Shang Hongxue's side and sat down, watching Shang Yue lying on the ground; he kept resisting, repeatedly propping himself up and then collapsing again.

It was exhausting, torturous, yet he didn't fall because of it.

Seeing this, Shang Hongxue poured Chen Chuyang a cup of tea: "Brother Chuyang, you've worked hard."

"Not hard at all; for you, for Shang Yue, I must endure a bit of hardship."

"Brother Chuyang is really nice."

Shang Yue: "……"

Are these two even speaking human language? He's the one suffering, while they reap the benefits.

Shang Yue exhaled deeply; given how powerful they are and how weak he is, getting beaten is his own fault.

"Hongxue, from now on, it's up to you."

"No problem, Brother Chuyang, watch me."

Shang Hongxue somehow produced a staff; the massive rod was clearly not an ordinary item.

It was a branch cut from a spirit‑fruit tree; after a simple repair, it became a decent weapon.

She approached Shang Yue, laughing, "Shang Yue, second sister is also doing this for your good; you can't blame second sister."

Shang Yue, seeing this, shouted urgently, "Second sister, hold on, you may punch and kick, but you can't use a branch."

Not afraid of punches and kicks, but a branch striking the back is truly deadly.

Shang Yue already has shadows in his mind; as a child, he was often beaten.

He never imagined that after growing up, he'd still be tormented by second sister.

Second sister's punches are just normal training, but second sister truly wants him dead.

"Shang Yue, endure a bit; second sister will be gentler."

"Second sister, stop, wait, no."

"Ah."

A wail rang out as Shang Yue let out a painful roar.

His hardened muscles were no match for the tiny branch.

Second sister's true qi clung to the branch, and the point of impact was meticulously chosen.

A single point pierced the surface; mere flesh could not resist.

Soon, Shang Yue's back was covered with ragged wounds, scar after scar.

It looked quite miserable.

Shang Hongxue didn't bother with such finesse; she lifted it and struck, as if a grudge boiled inside her.

She vented, repeatedly venting, and Shang Yue was wretched.

Another hour passed, and Shang Hongxue was finally satisfied.

She stopped the beating; Shang Yue lay on the ground, too weak to resist, only able to endure the pain.

Tianlian Zhenren witnessed it with his own eyes; it truly was… an eye‑opening sight.

"Has Shang Yue always cultivated like this? No wonder his defense is so rigid."

"My god, whoever cultivates like this could have such a hardened defense."

Under this high‑intensity torment, Shang Yue surviving is already good.

The two spouses take turns torturing him; considering his own treatment, it's quite good.

Tianlian Zhenren kept his head down working, daring not to offend the pair; he didn't expect that behind gentle Shang Hongxue lay the most scheming person.

No wonder she can manage everything on Longshe Shan; Chen Chuyang truly trusts her, not because she's the lady of the house but because she has the ability.

Everyone on the mountain is at her mercy.

Next, it's Nongqian's turn to appear.

"Tsk tsk, how miserable, Shang Yue, why did you offend the master?"

"Hiss, slower, lighter, it hurts."

Zhang Nongqian applied medicine to Shang Yue; it was a salve that Nongqian herself made, and she knows its effect best.

Pain is inevitable; this became a good chance for Nongqian to practice, and she naturally wouldn't let it go.

After applying the medicine, Nongqian giggled and asked, "Shang Yue, I've made a pill here; would you like to try it?"

The pill was one she usually studied, forged according to Xu Junbai's formula.

Without an Alchemy Furnace and having not truly begun Pill Refining, she still produced the pill.

In fact, it was a pill she herself baked.

Pitch‑black.

It also had a pungent smell; she didn't know what ingredients were added.

Shang Yue hurriedly shook his head: "No, Nongqian, what are you doing? Wait, you can't treat me like this."

"No, I won't eat."

Little Nongqian forced his mouth open, shoved it in, then helped him swallow it.

Shang Yue's complexion changed, and his body suddenly began to contort.

Chen Chuyang released the restriction, and Shang Yue instantly leapt up, glared fiercely at Little Nongqian, then turned and ran to some place to crouch.

What followed was a sight too awful to behold.

Shang Hongxue asked in puzzlement, "Little Nongqian, your pill isn't poison, is it?"

"Sister Hongxue, would you like to try it?"

Saying so, she took out a larger pill and handed it to Shang Hongxue.

Shang Hongxue quickly waved her off, "No, I don't need any pill."

Just kidding, looking at Shang Yue's condition, one could tell this pill was problematic.

She certainly wouldn't eat it.

"Sister Hongxue, this is a pill I painstakingly crafted; don't you support me?"

Hearing that, Shang Hongxue couldn't bear Nongqian's gaze and turned to leave.

She ran away quickly.

Chen Chuyang remained where he was, while Little Nongqian looked at him with a hurt, plaintive stare.

"Master, this is a pill I made; could you take a look?"

Chen Chuyang twitched the corner of his mouth; in the past he let others try his pills, and his Pill Refining technique was a bit lacking, though he liked to study. Now his Pill Refining skill has improved greatly, and his handling of spirit pills surpasses what he could do before.

This pill, at a glance, shows a problem.

It even surpasses his former self, with no shortcomings.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, Little Nongqian, this pill is very well made; how about when Shang Yue returns, you give him another one?"

"Master, I still have many pills here."

Zhang Nongqian pulled out the pills she made—a huge bottle, enough for everyone.

"Master, this is yours."

Chen Chuyang looked at the pill before him; it was huge, the size of a fist.

Special treatment: swallowing this one pill could be deadly.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, Little Nongqian, I have no use for these pills; how about this—you take them to that Tianlian Zhenren over there; she now greatly needs your pills."

A Demon King the size of a fist, if he eats it, will surely ascend to heaven.

Tianlian Zhenren, you'll be a bit wronged.

Longshe Shan does not keep idle people; you should also devote yourself.

Hearing that, Tianlian Zhenren went dumb, standing still.

Zhang Nongqian really came over; obviously, this was coming for her life.

"These junk items, they're doomed."