Chapter 147: Yin Yang Guai Qi San!

Tap-tap-tap……

Soon, footsteps climbed the stairs and reached the second floor.

Nangong Ye walked slowly to the table, removed his veil hat, and revealed his face—cold and striking as Bingshan.

"Who taught you this disguise? If you hadn't spoken up, I might've walked right past without noticing."

Though the words were praise, her phoenix-eyed gaze swept over his rough, casual attire, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible vibe—like a cold female CEO forced to go on a date with a punk in a restaurant!

Xie Jinhuan wasn't sure if he had a peculiar taste, but he found this look of disdain mixed with reluctant compliance utterly fascinating!

But here, he clearly couldn't just charge straight in; he smiled gently:

"I dressed this way to avoid drawing attention. I've already retrieved the item from yesterday—thanks."

"Return it quickly, and the interest won't be waived, so no need to thank me."

Seeing Xie Jinhuan, Nangong Ye couldn't help but recall the embarrassing incident from a few days ago—her Dao heart unsettled—so she turned her gaze to the window:

"I scouted last night. Though I haven't spotted any Mingshen Sect members yet, the site of the operation should be within the imperial tombs in the mountains. The one leading this blood ritual won't be weak. I've contacted two righteous elders through my sect to assist. You and I will patrol the town to avoid being caught off guard by strong foes."

Xie Jinhuan, curious how this icy lump could withstand the impending Mingshen Sect leader's yang poison, asked curiously:

"Who's coming?"

"Still lying low. You'll find out when the time comes."

Nangong Ye turned her gaze back, her expression serious:

"I know you despise evil, but know your limits. Follow my orders. Don't charge in like a fool."

Xie Jinhuan was more cautious than anyone—he sacrificed fellow cultivators only to seize illicit gains. He nodded, concerned:

"How's Mu Young Lady's yang poison? Should I let you suck… absorb some yin-cold qi?"

?

Nangong Ye found Xie Jinhuan's wording precise yet deeply offensive; she spoke calmly:

"No immediate danger, but each time you act, the yang poison spreads further through your meridians. One more move might cost your life. This time, be cautious. Don't act rashly."

Xie Jinhuan had come prepared—he pulled a cloth sack from his waist and withdrew a tiny vial:

"I consulted a master and brewed you a potion. It can temporarily suppress the poison when it flares, but it drains your qi, limiting your full power. Want to try it?"

Nangong Ye was slightly surprised, reached out, and picked up the vial—its label read: Yin Yang Guai Qi San!

In all of Da Gan's alchemy circles, only the "Poison Hand Medic" could name something so bizarre.

Thinking of past nightmares with Li Lao, Da Sha Zhang, and other familiar masters, she frowned slightly:

"Are you sure this won't kill you?"

Xie Jinhuan wasn't sure!

After all, "In adversity, look to A Piao; in despair, look to Zi Su!"

Zi Su said it could suppress the poison—then it absolutely could.

But the side effects? Even gods couldn't predict.

Those who took Zi Su's pills in desperation weren't just crazy—they were dead. "Da Fu Mo" was a living example. Before her came Mad Xie, Swollen Li, Hiccuping Zhang…

Xie Jinhuan thought for a moment: "I'm right here. Why not try a little first? If it works, we increase the dose. If not, forget it."

Nangong Ye truly needed something to temporarily suppress the yang poison before acting. She took a cup of water, poured a tiny amount of powder from the vial, and prepared to drink it all.

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan quickly raised his hand:

"Why not take it in the room? If something goes wrong, I can suppress it for you. If it happens out here and you're clinging to me like that… it's a bit…"

?

Nangong Ye, seeing his expression, even worried this might be a potent aphrodisiac—she'd end up falling for Linghu Qingmo before she knew it.

But Xie Jinhuan clearly wouldn't do such a thing. She thought again, picked up the cup, and rose to head upstairs. As Xie Jinhuan opened the door, she realized this kid had prepared everything meticulously.

The inn window was tightly shut. Behind the screen stood a tub filled with clean water, and beside it, two more buckets—likely for her to bathe and cool down…

On the table lay a fresh set of clothes—perhaps fearing she'd tear her old ones again and have nothing to wear…

?

Seeing this setup, Nangong Ye hesitated to enter, her eyes cool as she asked:

"Are you certain this potion won't cause trouble?"

Xie Jinhuan shut the door: "I'm not sure. Better safe than sorry. Should I blindfold myself first?"

Then why don't you just leave?

Nangong Ye wanted Xie Jinhuan to step out—but if something went wrong, she'd have to come back in anyway. She drank the water in one gulp.

Glug-glug… glug-glug…

Bai Xi's throat rose slightly; a glistening drop of liquid slid from her lips, landing on her high collar.

Xie Jinhuan paid no attention to such details—he stepped back three paces, watching warily:

"How do you feel?"

Nangong Ye set down the cup and turned inward, sensing her dantian. Soon, she felt the potion's violent reaction: cold and heat surged from her chest and abdomen, spreading rapidly through her entire body.

Her own qi was pure yang—no yin-cold qi existed within her.

Yet now, she clearly sensed part of her qi transforming into extreme yin under the potion's influence—then being devoured and annihilated by the yang poison…

For anyone else, this would be a deadly poison that drained power and disrupted meridians.

But for her, it was entirely beneficial—the poison vanished by nearly thirty percent instantly, suppressing itself without any effort.

No side effects at all?!

Realizing this, Nangong Ye couldn't help but admire the little Medic. She even felt she'd found the secret method to counter the Wu Sect's demoness—joy surged in her heart as she looked at Xie Jinhuan:

"You this… cough… this~…"

Her once cold, ethereal voice had turned soft and squeaky—like a little girl who'd cry at the sight of a tiny bug…

(⊙_⊙)???

The room fell silent!

My god...

Xie Jinhuan straightened up slightly, feeling that Su's reputation was well-deserved; he forced back the twitch at the corner of his mouth and comforted:

"Hmm… this isn't really a negative effect, is it? No other side effects?"

Nan Nan Gong Ye's aura froze a thousand li, yet his eyes widened noticeably, and faint blushes crept onto his cheeks—he looked like a white lotus painted with girly pink, thinking to himself:

Is this not a big effect?

Am I even speaking human language right now?

Even the most flirtatious fox spirit of the Wu Sect couldn't produce such a cloying tone…

Though furious, Nan Nan Gong Ye held back for a long time, then chose to be the "mute bride," sitting down at the table.

Xie Jinhuan was barely holding it together, but with great willpower, he suppressed his grin and sat down across from him:

"Are we going out later?"

"?"

Can't you ask about later things later?

Nan Nan Gong Ye took a deep breath, opened his mouth, then closed it again; he picked up the cup and poured tea.

Tsk tsk, afraid to speak, huh?

Xie Jinhuan had always loved watching chaos unfold, and to pry open the ice lump's ruby lips, he let out another cooing, high-pitched voice:

"Last time at your place, I never really looked closely…"

Bam—

Nan Nan Gong Ye lightly slapped the table, his icy mountain eyes glaring at Xie Jinhuan, wanting to remind him to "keep silent," yet forced to keep silent himself, not daring to speak.

Xie Jinhuan raised his hand: "Don't get angry, or your yang poison will flare up and suck me again. Hmm… I'm just worried you're holding it against yourself—it's hard to let go, after all, a maiden's reputation outweighs heaven itself, and after something like that…"

"Xie Jinhuan~"

Nan Nan Gong Ye, pushed beyond endurance, blurted out a petulant rebuke, then immediately clamped his lips shut, his face flushing uncontrollably red!

"Hah hah~…"

Xie Jinhuan clamped his hand hard over his mouth, veins bulging, shoulders shaking violently.

You dare laugh?!

Nan Nan Gong Ye was no fool like Mo Mo; seeing this fellow dare to touch the tiger's butt, his eyes blazed with killing intent. He snatched the teacup, poured water into it, sprinkled a pinch of powder inside, then stood up holding the cup!

Xie Jinhuan's face changed instantly; he raised his hand:

"Hey hey hey?! I'm not laughing anymore, I'm shutting up… uh~"

Enraged and dizzy, Nan Nan Gong Ye no longer cared about gender boundaries; he wrapped one bare arm around Xie Jinhuan's neck from behind, locking his head in place, and forced the cup to his lips—"Da Lang, drink your medicine!"

Xie Jinhuan leaned against Nan Nan Gong Ye's towering, undulating form, his head sinking into soft warmth; he tried twisting to avoid it, but the ice lump's grip was truly bare and unyielding—he was nearly rolling his eyes up, forced to open his mouth:

"Gulp gulp gulp~"

Nan Nan Gong Ye said nothing, holding Xie Jinhuan's neck, pouring every drop down his throat, then clamping his hand over his mouth to prevent spitting it out—only releasing him once the liquid was fully swallowed:

"Hng~"

A soft, fluttering hum—like a pout!

"Hah hah~ *cough*..."

Xie Jinhuan forced out two high-pitched laughs, then instantly couldn't laugh anymore; he adopted a cold, stern aura and stared face-to-face with the ice lump.

(→→)(⊙_⊙)

Nan Nan Gong Ye sat with one hand resting on the table, his gaze blazing, aura startling—as if to say:

Go on, then?

Why are you mute now?

Xie Jinhuan had indeed been silenced by the Yin-Yang Mockery Powder, but would he surrender?

After a brief hesitation, he poured himself a cup of water from the bowl, then stealthily pulled out a vial, sprinkled a bit of powder inside, and swiftly brought it to his lips!

?

Who was Nan Nan Gong Ye? Seeing Xie Jinhuan dare to steal the antidote, he snatched the bowl and drained it in one gulp:

Gulp gulp gulp~

Only after finishing did he realize Xie Jinhuan had already used his mouth on it!

Xie Jinhuan raised his hand, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Bam~

Nan Nan Gong Ye set down the cup, glared coldly at Xie Jinhuan, still carrying a hint of provocation:

Got robbed, huh?

Can't even win, little dog…

But soon he noticed his anger gradually fading, replaced by a rising sense of delight.

His lips slowly curled upward, revealing a radiant smile showing eight teeth.

A smile that brought spring's breeze, filling the room with a hundred charms!

"Hah hah hah~…"

Xie Jinhuan pinched his thigh hard, laughing until he couldn't straighten up—then saw the beautiful woman before him, smiling sweetly, yet her eyes blazing with killing intent; he quickly switched to his cooing voice to explain:

"I just wanted to drink the Laughing Mouth Powder myself to cheer you up—why'd you snatch it… hey hey~?"

Before the insolent cooing voice faded, the black-dressed beauty turned into "Big Stupid Ye," lunging like a she-leopard, tackling Xie Jinhuan to the ground, searching him for the antidote while beating him and shoving the Laughing Mouth Powder into his mouth again…

Crack crack crack—boom boom boom…

"Lady Knight, wait~"

"Keep laughing~ Hmph~..."

Meanwhile, downstairs.

The inn Shopkeeper held the ledger, looked up toward the second floor, listened for a brief moment, and frowned tightly:

"What on earth is that noise?"

"Young people these days, starting it in broad daylight... Sigh..."

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Begging for monthly tickets or2~

Sacrificing a sapling: "I, African Sun!" Everyone interested can take a look!

(End of this chapter)