Chapter 76: Countering Poison with Poison?

Sun Zizai seemed to have all his strength drained, collapsing onto the ground.

Black blood dripped down between his fingers, and the people nearby instinctively stepped back.

Everyone could see that this Poison's toxicity was far stronger than that of the Heart‑Devouring Powder.

"No… impossible!"

Sun Zizai's voice trembled as his hands groped his body haphazardly, trying to find the Antidote Pill he carried.

But the more panicked he became, the more chaotic; the Porcelain Bottle holding the Antidote Pill clanged onto the ground, and the Elixir spilled everywhere.

He reached out to pick it up without regard for his appearance, but as soon as his hand left his side, a sharp pain shot from his Fingers.

Looking down, he was shocked to discover that his pale teal nails had turned black.

"Ah!"

Sun Zizai let out a wail, snapping his hand back, and as he stared at the blackened nails, his eyes were full of fear.

"What exactly is this Poison?"

He struggled to stand up.

But just as he braced against the ground to rise, his leg went limp and he fell again.

The internal sharp pain grew increasingly dense, as if countless fine needles were piercing his blood vessels, and even his Breath became difficult.

"Jiang Feng! What Poison did you give me?"

Sun Zizai lifted his head and roared at Jiang Feng, tears mixed with black blood streaming down, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Feng leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, his tone flat.

"I told you long ago, that was a deadly poison, and you chose to drink it yourself."

"You deceived me! Those were clearly ordinary herbs!"

Sun Zizai was so angry his whole body trembled, but his body's Weakness made even the force of his roar slowly drain away.

What made him even more Collapsing was that Jiang Feng still showed no reaction at all.

He couldn't help but question: "Did you never even drink my Heart‑Devouring Powder? You're cheating!"

When he said that, everyone around turned to Jiang Feng.

Indeed, Jiang Feng had been taking the Heart‑Devouring Powder for so long, how could there be no reaction at all?

Yang Wencheng also quickly shouted: "Right! Jiang Feng must be cheating! He never drank the Heart‑Devouring Powder! Otherwise how could he be fine?"

Jiang Feng didn't rush to explain, but took two steps forward and extended his hand toward Sun Zizai.

"You can check yourself whether my body has the toxicity of the Heart‑Devouring Powder; you should be able to discern it."

Sun Zizai froze for a moment, then struggled to extend his hand, his Fingers trembling as they rested on Jiang Feng's wrist.

His Fingers just touched Jiang Feng's pulse, and he felt a gentle yet strong throb traveling along the pulse.

Not only was there not the slightest poison‑induced Weakness, his breath was steadier than an ordinary person's, and he could even faintly sense the Heart‑Devouring Powder's toxicity being slowly neutralized within Jiang Feng's body, turning into harmless breath.

"This… this is impossible!"

Sun Zizai snapped his hand back, his eyes full of incredulity.

"The Heart‑Devouring Powder is a mixture of Seven Deadly Poisons, with no antidote at all; how could you be fine? Who exactly are you?"

He couldn't understand: Jiang Feng not only drank the Heart‑Devouring Powder, but could easily neutralize it, and even turned ordinary herbs to give him an even stronger Poison!

This already exceeded his knowledge of the poison arts.

The more he couldn't comprehend, the more his internal toxicity flared.

Gradually his vision began to blur, the sounds at his ears grew distant, and the fear of death flooded him like a tide.

"Senior Brother! Save me! I beg you, save me!"

Sun Zizai reached out toward Zhao Ming, his voice feebly pleading.

"I don't want to die! Save me, please, I beg you, Senior Brother…"

Zhao Ming had already panicked; he crouched beside Sun Zizai, his fingers placed on his pulse, his complexion growing increasingly grim.

Junior Brother Sun's pulse grew weaker, and the toxins in his blood vessels had already begun spreading to his heart.

If not rescued soon, there were at most ten minutes left before Sun Zizai's blood vessels ruptured and he died!

So the crucial point was, he didn't even know what Poison this is!

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother Sun! I cannot determine what Poison this is!"

Zhao Ming took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, turned his head toward Jiang Feng, and gritted his teeth, saying.

"Jiang Feng, we concede defeat in this round; I hope you can give Junior Brother Sun the Antidote…"

When he said that, Yang Wencheng was dumbfounded.

"This… a Medicine King Valley disciple actually can't even take down Jiang Feng?"

But Zhao Ming didn't care about that at all; after all, every Medicine King Valley disciple is extremely valuable.

Sun Zizai is even a direct disciple of the Grand Elder, destined to become one of the Medicine King Valley elders.

If he dies in Jiangcheng, he will certainly face severe punishment upon returning.

As for Yang Wencheng's life or death? What does it have to do with him?

He even bowed to Jiang Feng, his waist bending very low.

To save Sun Zizai, he could only set aside the Medicine King Valley's Dignity and bow his head to Jiang Feng.

The people around were stunned.

Who could have imagined that the proud Master Senior Brother of Medicine King Valley would bow and beg mercy to a Mountain Wild Boy?

Hua Jing let out a sigh of relief and gave Jiang Feng a subtle signal.

He also hopes Jiang Feng will know when to stop and not actually cause a death.

Offending Yang Wencheng and the Li Family isn't much of a deal, but offending the Medicine King Valley would be truly troublesome.

Seeing Zhao Ming, representing Medicine King Valley, admit defeat, Jiang Feng, not intending to let Sun Zizai die, pointed at the bottle containing the Heart‑Eater Powder.

"The Antidote is the Heart‑Eater Powder; just feed it to him."

"What did you say?"

Zhao Ming jerked his head up, thinking he had heard wrong.

"The Heart‑Eater Powder is a deadly Poison! If you feed it to him, he'll die even faster!"

Yang Wencheng also thought Jiang Feng was doing it on purpose, and shouted angrily.

"Jiang Feng! Don't go too far! At a time like this you're still playing with us! If Senior Brother Sun dies, Medicine King Valley will never let you off!"

Sun Zizai shook his head weakly.

"No… don't… that's a deadly Poison! I don't want to drink it!"

Jiang Feng ignored their doubts and gave a faint smile.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. The Poison he has now is Fanxin Poison that I made by mixing Wutou Powder with Herbs."

"This Poison works by counter‑Poison. The seven deadly poisons mixed in the Heart‑Eater Powder happen to neutralize the toxicity of Fanxin Poison; if you wait a few more minutes, even feeding the Heart‑Eater Powder won't save him."

Zhao Ming looked at Sun Zizai's increasingly pale face, then at the Heart‑Eater Powder on the table, and felt an inner conflict raging.

If Jiang Feng is lying, Sun Zizai is doomed.

But if they don't try, Sun Zizai won't hold on much longer!

"Senior Brother… don't believe him…"

Sun Zizai's voice grew weaker, his eyelids were almost unable to open.

"If Junior Brother Sun meets any mishap, Medicine King Valley will not let you off!"

Zhao Ming clenched his teeth, hurried to the table, picked up the Porcelain Bottle, and crouched beside Sun Zizai.

He pinched open his mouth and poured all the remaining Heart‑Eater Powder into it.

"Junior Brother, don't blame Senior Brother! This is the only way!"

The Heart‑Eater Powder just fed, Sun Zizai began to cough violently.

Dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, looking more painful than before.

"See! He's in more distress! Jiang Feng, are you satisfied?"

Yang Wencheng pointed at Sun Zizai, his voice full of anger.

Zhao Ming also panicked, reached out to pat Sun Zizai's back, but Jiang Feng blocked him.

"Don't be anxious, wait another half minute; nothing will happen to him."

Everyone held their breath, staring at Sun Zizai.

Time passed second by second, Sun Zizai's coughing gradually ceased, and the black blood at his mouth corner turned dark red.

After another ten‑some seconds, Sun Zizai slowly opened his eyes; though still weak, he could speak with clarity.

"Senior Brother… I think I really don't feel pain anymore?"

Zhao Ming quickly took his pulse, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"The pulse is steady! The toxicity really has been neutralized!"