Chapter 437: Again, it's him!

How decadent are Xu Youzhi and his four companions? There's a very apt saying in the streets—they are the four troublemakers of the capital!

In the capital, wherever there's something suspicious, their shadows are lurking in the background.

Thus, the people of the capital think of them as: how much more of a scoundrel can they be, rather than what else they can achieve.

Seeing the four make a plausible guess at completing the first pill, the shock to everyone is easy to imagine.

In an instant, discussions erupted.

Under the gaze of the myriad spectators, the four got excited, clenching their fists: "Continue! Continue!"

Han Fuyao produced another pill.

Xu Youzhi once again took out that bamboo slip, opened it, and Cao Wei and the two others leaned in to look!

"Two layers of halo, with a camphor scent..."

"It has a cooling feeling..."

"Here!"

"Indeed, it's here!"

Xu Youzhi coughed again, straightened his back, and said calmly: "Fourth-grade, True Origin Great Return Pill! It has the effect of restoring vital energy, boosting qi and spirit, with auxiliary ingredients..."

"Whoosh—"

Countless eyes turned toward Han Fuyao.

Han Fuyao glanced at the bamboo slip: "Correct!"

"Another correct guess! What did those guys do?"

"It seems they're looking up something?"

"How strange!"

Because Xu Youzhi and his companions had their backs to the crowd, we couldn't see how they operated, but it was obvious they had taken out something!

Han Fuyao continued to flick out pills.

"Two and a half layers of halo, the scent slightly sour; here, the Astringent Five True Dew Pill, effective for treating bone injuries..."

"... Three Revolutions Minor Sea Pill, helps gather spiritual energy..."

"... Seventy-two Knot Plum Pill, effective for restoring disordered meridians..."

Han Fuyao produced pill after pill without exception; Xu Youzhi and his companions would consult the bamboo slip for a moment and always guess correctly!

In the blink of an eye they guessed twenty-nine correctly, matching the level of the "Pill Ghost"; one more correct guess would tie them with Han Fuyao!

The onlookers instantly erupted into noise!

Four decadent young masters actually match the mysterious "Pill Ghost" senior—how is that possible? Unscientific!

Everyone became extremely interested in what the four held in their hands.

What exactly is it?

Even the concubines, consorts, and imperial princesses on the palace walls were intensely curious.

Under the canopy, Crown Prince Ji Gan and Prince of Wu Ji Yifan exchanged glances, staring fixedly at the bamboo slip in Xu Youzhi's hand, full of suspicion.

Beside him, Ying Zhihou's face darkened; the unknown is what's most puzzling and nerve-wracking—even if the "Pill Ghost" had guessed twenty-nine pills, he wasn't anxious, because he knew Miss Han Fuyao could stump the "Pill Ghost"!

Yet this bamboo slip, whose contents are unknown, enables four idle people to accurately identify each pill and know their properties—this is what leaves everyone baffled!

At that moment, the Fourth Prince of Qin, Ying Zhiqi, coldly declared: "Identifying pills means using one's own learning and insight to discern their properties; you four hold pre-prepared bamboo-slip answers—this is cheating, so what's there to talk about identifying pills?"

This remark hit everyone's doubt; even the Great Zhou's own people felt embarrassed.

Who would have thought that Xu Youzhi and his companions seemed to have anticipated that the other side would say exactly that?

Xu Youzhi flicked his sleeves and proclaimed loudly: "The pills prepared by Miss Han are rarely seen in Great Zhou! Moreover, since this is a pill-identification breakthrough, it also means all one hundred pills are unknown! How could we have prepared answers in advance?"

If we had the ability to prepare answers, would we still need bamboo slips? The Fourth Prince of Qin's argument makes no sense!

Ying Zhiqi's expression unchanged: "You definitely prepared bamboo slips!"

Cao Wei laughed: "We prepared the bamboo slips simply to avoid mistakes, as a reminder; they're our own handwriting, our own skill, and afterward we could let anyone peruse them freely—would that also be unacceptable?"

Ying Zhiqi was left speechless.

The Great Zhou nobles and officials from all directions immediately agreed; this argument is correct!

Han Fuyao let out a breath, then produced another pill: "The thirtieth—please guess!"

Countless eyes fixed upon Xu Youzhi and his companions!

This pill is crucial, representing whether Great Zhou can save face!

Who would have thought that Xu Youzhi and his companions again took out the bamboo slip, compared notes, and quickly gave the correct answer: "Fourth-grade Heavenly Circuit Transfer Pill, Holy Grade of Secluded Cultivation—equivalent to a small spirit-gathering array within the human body, aiding in absorbing spiritual energy and circulating the heavenly circuit!"

Han Fuyao's complexion changed: "Correct!"

"Good!"

"Tie!"

"Great Zhou has no decadents! Xu Youzhi and his companions are true talents!"

All around rose cheers; regardless of status or identity, everyone couldn't help but show relieved smiles.

"I accept your yield! I accept your yield!"

"You flatter me! You flatter me!"

"You're too kind, everyone, hahaha..."

Xu Youzhi, Cao Wei, Wu Sitian, and Wu Sidi stood on the stage, waving their hands in all directions.

Without a doubt, at this moment they are the most handsome guys in the venue.

In contrast to the surrounding merriment, the stern faces of Ying Zhihou and his brothers and the Qin envoys stood out; they weren't simply concerned about winning or losing, but rather...

Unable to overcome Great Zhou, Qin's plans would be in vain, and the heavy responsibility of the marriage alliance might also be hard to uphold.

Han Fuyao likewise furrowed her brows, but since the pill-identification contest wasn't over, she could only ask: "Shall we continue?"

"Of course!"

Xu Youzhi's four were in high spirits, continuing to clench their fists and rub their palms.

Han Fuyao once again flicked out a pill.

"……Tai Jia True Spirit Pill……"

"……Luanxiang Bitter Water Pill……"

……

Another thirty in a row, Xu Youzhi's four showed no hesitation, every pill hit the mark!

When the sixty‑first pill arrived, Han Fuyao stopped!

The surroundings were also unusually quiet.

Although the onlookers from the Great Zhou Empire breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and were delighted to see their own sons excel, many more were filled with great doubt——

Are these four guys going too far?

This isn't their true level, is it?

What exactly are the bamboo slips in their hands?

"Huh? Why did it stop?"

Xu Youzhi's four were in high spirits.

Han Fuyao bowed gracefully, her face somewhat dejected: 'Fuyao has lost, the four lords win!'

The crowd below burst into cheers instantly, and Xu Youzhi's four also excitedly embraced each other, overjoyed to the point of losing composure, spouting nonsense, beyond words!

"But…" Han Fuyao said seriously: "I want to know, is this bamboo slip written by Heng Xian for you?"

The surroundings fell quiet again.

Xu Youzhi's four also released each other, coughed once, and very bluntly said: 'Yes!'

"Whoa!"

All around rose a chorus.

It turns out it was really the Shī Shèng, Heng Xian, who made a move!

Last time the 'Jiangshan Sheji Chess' was also resolved by the Shī Shèng sending people, and this time he sent another four playboys to easily settle it!

Nobody's a fool; sending people to resolve two challenge matches for Da Qin isn't that easy—it requires precise planning to a certain degree, and those dispatched cannot afford the slightest mistake!

If yesterday's naked-bottomed kid had misremembered a single move, it would surely be nonsense!

If today's four playboys mixed up two pills with almost identical appearance, it would also be in vain!

Therefore, Heng Xian must have calculated to a certain ground tiger, arranging things with meticulous care!

What kind of ability is this?

What unfathomable powers does this Heng Xian actually possess??

What else could possibly stump him???

"Father!" a daughter of a princely lord from elsewhere asked softly: "What kind of person is this Heng Xian, really? He's truly amazing!"

"Yes!" several ladies beside him chimed in.

The old princely lord stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes: 'He's said to be a young man in his early twenties; at this age, with such talent, he must be a disciple of some reclusive master—truly impressive!'

"Wah!"

(End of chapter)