Chapter 74: This Is a Life‑Or‑Death Gamble!

Hua Jing, seeing Sun Zizai about to take poison with Jiang Feng, was terrified and rushed over.

"Jiang Feng! You can't compete with him! This is too dangerous! There's no such thing as a mutual poison‑taking contest!"

"If, by any chance, the antidote can't be found, our lives will be lost!"

He has lived most of his life and has seen Medical Duels comparing acupuncture, comparing prescriptions.

He has never seen anyone bet their lives on a poison‑taking contest,

This is not a Medical Duel at all; it's a fight for life!

Hua Yingying also grew anxious.

"Brother Jiang Feng! We won't compete! We can think of another way at Jishi Hall; your life is the most important!"

"Yes, Doctor Jiang, don't compete with him! This guy doesn't look like a good person; what if he has no antidote?"

"Indeed! The people of Medicine King Valley might have prepared in advance; don't be fooled!"

Sun Zizai, watching the scene, couldn't help but sneer, crossing his arms.

"What's wrong? Afraid? If you're scared, just admit defeat now; I can let you take the antidote first before competing with me."

Jiang Feng looked at Sun Zizai, a light smile tugging at his mouth.

"The contest is fine, but we must sign a life‑and‑death contract."

"Life‑and‑death contract?" Sun Zizai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Jiang Feng, are you crazy? Still want to sign a life‑and‑death contract with me? Do you think you can still poison me to death?"

Sun Boyong at this moment could no longer hold back, whispering a reminder.

"Mr. Jiang, don't act rashly! Once the life‑and‑death contract is signed, if an accident occurs, no one can save you! The people of Medicine King Valley truly know how to deal a deadly hand."

Su Xueyan didn't advise Jiang Feng, but she looked at him with a tense, pleading gaze.

She wanted to support Jiang Feng unconditionally, but… after all, this concerns Jiang Feng's life.

"Rest assured, Senior Sun, I know what I'm doing."

Jiang Feng glanced at Su Xueyan again, gave her a reassuring look, then grinned.

"I'm just afraid that you, as a person, won't be able to take the antidote in time and will die, which would cause me trouble then."

"Will I be too late?"

Sun Zizai was thoroughly enraged, his face flushed bright red.

"I, Sun Zizai, have had a poison‑resistant constitution since childhood; in these years at Medicine King Valley, I've tasted no fewer than eight hundred, maybe a thousand, kinds of poison!"

"Don't even mention that it's your concocted poison; even if it's He Ding Hong or arsenic, I can endure half an hour after drinking it!"

He pointed to his chest, his tone tinged with a hint of madness.

"You think your little poison can hurt me? Fine! I'll sign the life‑and‑death contract with you! I want to see what powerful poison you can brew that would make me, Sun Zizai, concede!"

Yang Wencheng stood nearby, furrowing his brows.

He felt there was no need to sign a life‑and‑death contract.

If Sun Zizai truly had an accident, the reputation of Medicine King Valley would be completely ruined.

But seeing Sun Zizai so excited, he found it hard to intervene.

He could only go to Zhao Ming's side and speak cautiously.

"Senior Brother Zhao, um… are we really a sure win in this round? What if Jiang Feng also knows poison art…"

"Rest assured!"

Zhao Ming's mouth curled into a cold smile,

"Junior Brother Sun usually treats poison as his daily meal; even the Bone‑Dissolving Powder crafted by the Grand Elder, he can endure for half an hour!"

"The crucial point is that he also inherited the Grand Elder's heritage; his poison art ranks among the top five in the valley, while Jiang Feng is just a Mountain Wild Boy—how could he possibly be his opponent?"

Hearing this, Yang Wencheng's eyes instantly lit up.

The Grand Elder is a renowned poison‑refining master in the jianghu; having received his heritage, Sun Zizai is surely destined to win, and Jiang Feng will definitely lose!

"That's good! That's good!"

Yang Wencheng exhaled, his face once again showing a smug smile.

"When Junior Brother Sun wins later, let's see how Jiang Feng will still be reckless!"

Zhao Ming also gave a cold smile: "He even foolishly signed the life‑and‑death contract; I think Junior Brother Sun will simply take his life."

To dare insult Medicine King Valley, Jiang Feng must pay the price!

"If that's the case, that would be wonderful!"

Yang Wencheng also wore an expectant expression, his regard for Jiang Feng filled with apprehension.

If Jiang Feng truly dies at the hands of a Medicine King Valley disciple, that would indeed be wonderful.

Soon, Sun Boyong had someone bring paper and pen, drafting two life‑and‑death contracts.

Jiang Feng picked up the pen and, without hesitation, pressed his palm seal.

Sun Zizai also signed, pressing his palm seal, then wore a provocative expression.

"Jiang Feng, I hope you won't regret it later!"

Having said that, Sun Zizai turned around and opened his equipment.

Jiang Feng walked to the makeshift table, crossed his arms, and stood there quietly.

He neither fetched any herbs nor prepared any poison, appearing unusually relaxed.

"Why isn't he moving? Does he not know how to brew poison?"

"Definitely scared! He was acting tough earlier, but now that he knows he'll actually have to ingest poison, he's chicken!"

"All the Sun‑surnamed folks have started brewing poison, and he's just standing there—just giving up, right?"

The surrounding chatter grew louder, and Hua Jing stamped his foot anxiously.

"Jiang Feng! You should be mixing Poison! Don't stall with him!"

Su Xueyan also worried along, but did not step forward to disturb.

She knew Jiang Feng would not do anything without confidence.

But watching Jiang Feng standing motionless, she couldn't help but worry involuntarily.

Sun Zizai had already begun mixing Poison.

He took out a dozen‑plus Porcelain Bottles from the Wooden Box, and carefully poured out liquids of different colors.

Each bottle emitted a sharp, fishy odor that made anyone feel dizzy just by smelling it.

"This is Rotting Bone Liquid, it can corrode the Meridians!"

"That Broken‑Intestine Water, if drunk, will cause abdominal pain like being twisted within half an hour!"

Zhao Ming whispered to Yang Wencheng, and the smile at the corner of his Mouth grew ever thicker.

These are all the Medicine King Valley's exclusive Poisons; an ordinary person would die from just a touch.

Junior Brother Sun indeed wants to put Jiang Feng directly to death!

He mixed many bottles of various Poisons, yet Sun Zizai was still not satisfied.

He thought for a moment, then took out a small black Porcelain Bottle from his chest.

This Porcelain Bottle was more exquisite than the others, engraved with intricate patterns.

"This is… the Elder just researched the Heart‑Eater Powder?"

Zhao Ming saw the Porcelain Bottle, his gaze changed instantly, and he couldn't help but crowd next to Sun Zizai.

"Junior Brother Sun, you even brought the Heart‑Eater Powder out?"

"Senior Brother, I also didn't expect it would be used, but dying under the Heart‑Eater Powder, Jiang Feng can be proud enough."

Sun Zizai, with a Cold Smile, opened the Porcelain Bottle and gently poured a little into the mixed Poison.

The powder, upon touching the liquid, instantly dissolved.

The originally deep‑purple Poison turned into a strange dark red, even emitting a faint, elusive sweet fragrance.

Yang Wencheng stared with his eyes wide open, unable to help but ask.

"Senior Brother Zhao, is this Heart‑Eater Powder really that powerful?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Ming nodded.

"The Elder said this Heart‑Eater Powder is forged by mixing Seven Deadly Poisons, colorless and odorless."

"The crucial point is, even the Elder has never used the Heart‑Eater Powder, so an Antidote hasn't even been refined yet."

Upon hearing that, Yang Wencheng laughed with his eyes curved, unable to help but whisper praise to Sun Zizai.

"Great! This Time Jiang Feng is definitely dead!"

Sun Zizai finally finished mixing the Poison, looking at Jiang Feng still Standing in place.

"Jiang Feng, are you actually capable? If you don't act, I'll make you ingest Poison first!"

Jiang Feng then slowly opened his mouth.

"I am not in a hurry; as long as your Poison is ready, mine is simple."

"Simple?"

Sun Zizai was stunned for a moment, then with a Cold Smile said,

"Are you unable to mix? Or are you scared? Want to just surrender outright?"

The others also were stunned.

Jiang Feng actually said there's no need to mix Poison?

Is this a complete surrender?