Published: March 8, 2025
CHAPTER 91: The Tragedy of Young Master Huang
Another person has disappeared from Huang Xialiu's side.
Young Master Huang was almost going mad, sending people to investigate the events of that year. With the power of the Huang Family, such a matter with clear records wouldn’t take much time to uncover.
Of course, Chu Divine Doctor also began treatment for Young Master Huang, carefully concocting a potion: using a whole pound of Coptis, then three pounds of bitter bamboo root, half a pound of silver root bitter flower, three pounds of golden leaf castor seeds, and finally adding five to six pounds of snow rock bitter gourd; only then did he throw in a small stalk of Flame Boiling Blood Ginseng, brewing a large pot of medicinal soup.
The potion brewed by Chu Divine Doctor for Young Master Huang, after completion, was a yellowish liquid that looked just like a rain-soaked latrine, weighing a full thirty pounds.
After the brewing was done, a drop of lust serpent blood was added, fully diluted.
"Three meals a day, two bowls each time, a total of six bowls, one bowl weighs a pound, continue this for five days, and after five days, prepare for the next treatment," Chu Yang frowned as he looked at Huang Xialiu.
Seeing the huge pot, Huang Xialiu's legs trembled, his calves cramping.
He picked up a bowl to take a sip, only to feel an indescribably strange bitterness rush into his stomach, instantly feeling a clash of ice and fire inside.
Coptis, bitter bamboo root, silver root bitter flower, golden leaf castor seeds, and snow rock bitter gourd were all things that dispel heat, inherently cooling and extremely bitter; when gathered together, they created the essence of all bitterness throughout history.
And this was cooling to the extreme.
However, Flame Boiling Blood Ginseng was heating… After consuming it, his whole body became hot, sweating profusely, blood boiling. The rare thing was: this Flame Boiling Blood Ginseng was also bitter…
All of these ingredients had no effect on healing. Together, apart from being unbearably bitter to the point of wanting to die, it didn't even retain any medicinal properties.
The only thing that had any effect was a drop of… lust serpent blood.
But… that tiny drop of lust serpent blood, melting in thirty pounds of medicinal soup, how much effect could it possibly have… who knows.
This was purely Chu Divine Doctor’s way of torturing Huang Xialiu who he found unsightly in every aspect including his name, appearance, and habits…
Who told that brat not only to be rude when he saw me, but also to throw a whole tube of snot…
Of course, it wasn’t just punishment; Chu Divine Doctor had his own purpose: the power of the Huang Family was not small… Moreover, they were sworn enemies with the Xiao Clan? Keeping this Huang Xialiu around would mean an extra powerful bodyguard? A capable henchman?
One must know, since Chu Feilong could invite someone to kill him, it proved that the Ye Family had definitely come to the southeast! As long as the Ye Family sent people, how could they be simple characters?
Although Chu Sword Master held himself in high regard and had the Sword Spirit as his trump card, he had not yet been so arrogant as to believe himself unparalleled in the world. After all, the strength of the Sword Spirit was limited by himself, and could only exert a bit of its power.
If a high-level saint came to annihilate him, that would not be a joke.
Moreover… this matter seemed to be another fuse… could Nine Heavens be affected because of this… heh heh heh…
In Chu Divine Doctor's mind, who knows what thoughts had been swirling around these days…
As for these medicines…
Though Young Master Huang would have minor… slight… improvements in his condition after drinking them, and they absolutely wouldn’t hinder his life or health, drinking six bowls each day was equivalent to making a round trip through hell every day…
Young Master Huang mustered his courage to take a sip, and his face immediately twisted into an extremely strange shape, his nose nearly crooked to his ear, his eyes bulging. Then, silently… two streams of yellow liquid gushed out of his nostrils, drip, drip, drip…