Published: March 8, 2025
“Why do you want to see my constitution?”
Chu Le'er looked at Wuzhuo City in front of her, taking two steps back with a wary expression. “Why does everyone want to check my constitution now?”
Wuzhuo City was taken aback and said, “I just want to take a look, there's no other intention. Your big brother is right here; how could I harm you?”
Chu Le'er snorted and replied, “You can't be too sure.”
She looked at Chu Yang for help: “Big brother…”
Chu Yang understood that this was probably a significant opportunity for Chu Le'er! The person in front of them was the author of the poison codex of the world! This person's mastery of poison techniques was absolutely extraordinary!
He said, “Le'er, Senior Wu is a highly respected master, and you still have many things you don’t understand in the poison codex you’re practicing, right? This Senior Wu is precisely the one who wrote that book.”
Chu Le'er tilted her head and said, “Alright, then go ahead and take a look.” Her voice seemed to bestow a significant privilege upon Wuzhuo City.
Wuzhuo City exclaimed excitedly, “Great!”
He then extended his hand and placed it on Chu Le'er’s wrist pulse.
Immediately, his expression froze, and he blurted out, “Primordial ethereal body?”
His face became solemn, and then, as if noticing something, he suddenly jolted: “Not only is it an ethereal body, but it’s also saint level cultivation? At such a young age…”
Then, he trembled violently, his fingers snapping away from Chu Le'er’s wrist pulse as he exclaimed in a moaning voice, “Oh my heavens... Primordial poison vein, primordial poison body, coming from the innate… Oh my heavens…”
“Cough, cough, cough…” Chu Yang wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed, so he had to stifle a few coughs to remind this old man: You are a descendant of Morning Wind, one of the nine calamities from thousands of years ago, a master beyond the supreme... Please don’t act so shocked, okay? Mind your identity and composure.
But Wuzhuo City clearly had thrown 'composure' and 'identity' to the Ninth Heaven Cloud. He was staring wide-eyed and trembling hands, repeatedly exclaiming, “Oh my heavens… Oh my heavens… So that's how it is! So that’s how it is! There really are such people, with such constitutions in this world! Oh my heavens…”
Chu Le'er widened her eyes and, somewhat frightened, returned to Chu Yang's side, leaning against him, whispering, “Big brother, is this old man crazy?”
“Ahem, it's just that Le'er's talent is too good, that's why he’s shocked!” Chu Yang coughed lightly and explained quietly, “Le'er, you should be proud; being able to shock the poison doctor Wuzhuo City to this extent... You’re probably the only one in history who can do that.”
Chu Le'er responded with a soft “Oh,” and said, “So my constitution is considered good… I’ve been through so much since birth, it’s been more than ten years being tormented alive... running back and forth in hell every day… and it could actually shock someone like this…”
Chu Yang coughed again, “Indeed; without experiencing setbacks, how can you see the rainbow? The pain you’ve endured has passed, becoming an everlasting asset, and now in front of you is a road to the clouds!”
“Yay…” Chu Le'er pursed her lips and smiled.
“Chu Yang! I have something to tell you!” Wuzhuo City shouted from the side.
“Uh, what is it?” Chu Yang actually already knew what it was, but pretended to be confused.
“Let your sister become my disciple!” Wuzhuo City’s eyes lit up as he grabbed Chu Yang's hand, the other hand pinching Chu Yang's shoulder like a vice, “Let this girl be my disciple!”
The grip was so strong that Chu Yang's shoulder was cracking.
“Damn it… let go of me… my shoulder is about to break…” Chu Yang grimaced in pain, his eyes squinting.
“Oh, oh…” Wuzhuo City hurriedly released his grip, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Chu Yang rubbed his shoulder and said irritably, “If you want to take a disciple, you should ask the person concerned for their opinion, right? What’s with crushing my shoulder?”