CH 9

Chapter 9: The Nie Clan’s Poison Scriptures



Yue Wuhuan stood in the library of the Medicine King’s Valley, looking at the precious secrets of the immortal arts around him. He felt like he had entered a mountain filled with treasure. 



Song Qingshi and the original body were both the type who were unwilling to worry about life’s trivial matters. The library was off-limits and there were no valley servants to clean up here. And so, the books and objects in it were all in a mess. Books were found in all directions and only he knew where they were located. After Song Qingshi brought in Yue Wuhuan, he asked him to tidy up a table and then he himself, went in search for the books he needed.



It took a lot of effort for Yue Wuhuan to take his eyes away from the book. He looked at the Luohan bed by the window. In the middle of the Luohan bed, there was a low table with hundreds of books piled on it. There was also some dried up pens and ink and a large pile of Xuan paper filled with crossed out handwriting. Looks like that was where the Master usually read his books and rested.



He walked over and resigned himself to his fate of organizing the books and putting them aside. He suddenly discovered that there was a tattered copy of “The Nie Clan’s Poison Scriptures” hidden amongst the books. Yue Wuhuan’s breathing stopped for a moment. He realized that Nie referred to the poison master Nie Jue, who killed people like flies and frightened the righteous sects thousands of years ago. This book probably recorded the poison master’s poison prescriptions.



Yue Wuhuan quietly glanced at Song Qing, who didn’t seem to be paying any attention to what he was doing over at this end. He secretly opened the book and was pleasantly surprised to find that the formula for the Thousand Chance Poison, which Nie Jue used to make a name for himself, was at the very beginning. The Thousand Chance Poison was colorless and tasteless and could kill cultivators below Nascent Soul… 



This kind of killing method that didn’t require any cultivation was exactly what he had striven to find but couldn’t at Golden Phoenix Manor.



Yue Wuhuan flipped through it quickly and forcibly engraved the formula in his head.



Thousand Chance Poison, Soul Devouring Incense, Puppet Pill…



Each poison was a sharp butcher’s knife.



The once suppressed killing intent turned into a turbulent tide that stirred his thoughts. Countless vicious ways of using them emerged in his mind.



No one knew that his heart has long been refined in hell into a demon’s, looking forward to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. It was not himself who he wanted to destroy, but the entire dirty world including himself.



“This book is not suitable for you.” Song Qingshi’s voice came from behind him.



Yue Wuhuan gently closed the book and put it back onto the pile of books on the table. He then turned around as though nothing had happened. With a submissive expression on his face once again, he said the excuse he had prepared, “It was too old and when I was putting it away, a few pages accidentally escaped from the binding. Please forgive me, Master.” 



Song Qingshi put down the pile of books in his arms and picked up the poison scripture. He turned a few pages and found that there were indeed traces of the pages falling out.



Yue Wuhuan looked down at the ground, his palms sweating, feeling extremely nervous.



“You have a weak foundation. It’s too early for you to be studying this book,” Song Qingshi was completely oblivious to his thoughts. He quickly overlooked the matter and dispensed good guidance. “Toxicology and pharmacology are interlinked. You have to start by recognizing drugs. For example, Amakusa seeds and Swallow Orchid seeds are very similar in appearance but very different in toxicity. If they are used incorrectly, there will be problems in its efficacy. So you must first learn the basic pharmacopoeia; learn to identify drugs, familiarize yourself with pharmacology and then learn alchemy. Finally, you will be able to learn this poison scripture.”



Yue Wuhuan abruptly raised his head. He asked in disbelief, “Can I learn the poison scripture?” 



“Why not?” Song Qingshi was puzzled. He thought for a while and then stuffed “The Nie Clan’s Poison Scripture” into Yue Wuhuan’s hands. He said comfortingly, “I think you can be more confident in yourself. The things in the poison scripture are not that difficult. With your IQ, you will be able to grasp them quickly. Only that, you will need to strictly pay attention to safety when refining. There are many drugs written in there that cannot come in contact with the skin and some of them can infect you through the air… If there is anything you don’t understand, you can always ask me.”

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Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help it any more. He interrupted the person in front of him, who was in such high spirits. “Have you never thought about what I could do with it?”



“I know,” Song Qingshi’s eyes were filled with gratification. He had long been worried that the protagonist shou was too kind and easy to bully, like a beautiful flower without any self-preservation ability that could only wait to be picked by others. He was also very worried that Professor System would pull him out of the world after completing the task, causing Yue Wuhuan to lose his blessing and fall once again into the den of monsters. He said earnestly, “Wuhuan, don’t be afraid. It’s not your fault to be beautiful. It’s the fault of those beasts. Magic weapons, poisons, hidden weapons… If the realm of immortals is a world of beasts where the strong prey on the weak then you must learn to protect yourself, don’t let anyone bully you.”



“Is it wrong to not want to be violated?”



“Is it wrong to not want to be bullied?” 



“Is it wrong to not want to do something you don’t like?”



The breeze blew across the windowsill, blowing in a clean breath. The faint fragrance of medicine in the air stirred his heart.



Yue Wuhuan listened in a daze to words no one has ever said to him before. Every sentence drew him into a dreamlike trance.



“From now on, this world will no longer be able to disgrace you.” 



…



Learning needed mutual discussion and joint progress.



Song Qingshi liked to learn from his friends, especially those who were smart enough to match with him. The professor he followed was an internationally renowned medical authority. All his senior brothers and sisters were all dragons and phoenixes among men. He very much missed those happy times of studying and doing experiments together with everyone.



Yue Wuhuan has a higher IQ, was hardworking and studious. With such a student in his life, what more could he ask for? 



Scholar-tyrant Song was overjoyed. He helped clean up the unneeded books from the Luohan bed, cleared the table and cast several cleaning spells. He put on some tea and various pastries, burned the some Spirit-awakening Incense and then pulled Yue Wuhuan to sit at one end and started reading.



Yue Wuhuan’s heart was a little confused. He quietly observed the other for a long time from out the corner of his eyes. He found that the person next to him was indeed focused on reading his books and had no other intentions. He gradually grew relieved and read the book quietly.



At some point, dark clouds blocked the sun and raindrops fell on the eaves, drumming waves of rhythm. The damp wind blew moisture in through the window and onto the scholars in the room. Yue Wuhuan soon felt the slight chill. He got up and turned on the luminous beads. He gently closed the screens on the window. He looked back, only to see that Song Qingshi was still looking at the scroll in his hand, so focused, he didn’t even notice the changes in the surrounding environment.



Yue Wuhuan approached step by step, cautiously raising his beautiful eyes. This was the first time that he had wanted to see a person clearly. He carefully portrayed in his mind this person who was like white jade wrapped in snow-colored clothes. He had slightly messy hair and a somewhat childlike face. Although his appearance was good, it could not be called stunning. He did, however, have the clearest eyes in the world, with no understanding of desire and unstained by filth. They were like crystals that accidentally fell into this billowing world, unstained by the red dust. 



Yue Wuhuan stood watching beside him for a long time but he didn’t even raise his head.



It seems that, except for this room full of books, no one else can be seen in his eyes, in his heart…



Yue Wuhuan suddenly thought it was laughable. If anyone knew that the eccentric Medicine King Xianzun and the world famous amorous Yue Wuhuan stayed inside the library and did nothing but read books quietly for an entire day, they would think it was absolutely inconceivable, right?



People must have fanaticism for there to be success. 



The most fanatical is the most pure, turning thoughts into aspirations.



No one has discovered that the Medicine King Xianzun was just a fanatic obsessed with books. All his eccentricities were just because of his fanaticism and his obsession. No one knew that once they took off his obsessed outer shell, inside was the simplest of hearts…



Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and smiled quietly for a long time. Then his smile was tainted with slight bitterness. He remembered their first meeting by the river and remembered the feel of the tips of his hair against his fingertips; the feel of his fingers sliding against his cheek. It was a little hot. If he had known there would come a day like today, he would have risked punishment to make himself appear more decent and not let him see his embarrassing side.



The sky had grown dark. The sound of the rain has stopped and the moon has shown her face. Insects sang from within the clumps of grass. 



The library was like a universe isolated from the world. It was unaffected by changes in the outside world. There was no noise, no disturbance, only the gentle sound of turning pages and the desolate fragrance of medicine entangled within it all.



Yue Wuhuan read his book. His heart felt an unprecedented sense of peace…



If he could have this for a lifetime, how good would that be?



Song Qingshi suddenly put down the book, picked up a pen and scribbled on the paper. 



Yue Wuhuan looked sideways. He saw him writing very quickly and in a hurry. His handwriting was very scribbled and he could barely understand the contents, only seeing that it seemed to be the name of the medicine.



Suddenly, he stopped writing and fell into deep thought. His left hand accidentally touched the wet writing, creating a large ink stain. He then unconsciously raised his hand to rest his cheek and a black mark appeared on his face.



Yue Wuhuan stared at that black mark, feeling it to be extremely dazzling.



He held back and kept holding back. Finally, he couldn’t help looking for a handkerchief, carefully wiping it clean, wiping away that flawless mark that contaminated the heart. 



Song Qingshi finally snapped out of it. He turned around and realized with a start that it had already gotten dark. He looked at the ink marks on Yue Wuhuan’s handkerchief and realized what stupidity he had done. He said, embarrassedly, “I easily get engrossed in reading and often forget the time. Are you hungry? Next time, you can just call my attention.”



Yue Wuhuan smiled and shook his head, “I also got engrossed in reading and didn’t realize it had gotten dark.”



“Here you are,” Song Qingshi pushed to him all the pastries on the table, “I’m in abstinence so I can’t get hungry.”



Yue Wuhuan did not refuse. He picked up a piece of hibiscus cake, thought for a while and casually found a topic of conversation, “Master, you are studying so diligently. What important prescription are you studying?” 



Song Qingshi sorted out the mess of papers on the table and replied, “It’s the Six Meridians Rejuvenation Decoction.”



Yue Wuhuan’s hand holding the hibiscus cake suddenly paused, staring at him in a daze.



“It’s what you will need to use later,” Song Qingshi scratched his head in distress, trying to find the words to explain. “This medicine can reopen your blocked meridians, but I tried it and found that its too painful. You may not be able to stand it. I’m looking for a way to alleviate the pain. I am still not sure whether it is better to slow down the effect of the medicine or to numb the pain nerves. Maybe I have to try a few more times…”



Once the meridians were opened, there was hope of returning to the road of cultivation… 



Why does he do these for him?



“Master,” Yue Wuhuan heard his voice trembling, “I am not afraid of pain…”



“No one is unafraid of pain. That’s why medicine finds various ways to alleviate the pain of patients. Severe pain can also cause shock.” Song Qingshi looked down at the paper in his hand again and as though stating something completely natural, said, “I don’t want you to have to endure such pain.”



Why does he not want for him to even bear pain? 



Why is he so good to him?



Why?



Yue Wuhuan was going crazy from wanting to know the answers.



Finally, he asked the question that had been spiraling in his heart for so long. 



Song Qingshi didn’t understand the principle of keeping secrets from the protagonist in system novels. He understood the concept of OOC even less. But his intuition told him that Yue Wuhuan’s current psychological state would not be able to bear knowing such absurd truths. He didn’t like lying very much, so he thought about it for a long time, long enough that Yue Wuhuan thought he wouldn’t get an answer. Song Qingshi smiled embarrassedly.



He thought of the beautiful sunlight that he saw on the day when he was reborn, beautiful sunlight that dispelled the black clouds in his heart.



A little kindness had made him no longer afraid of this strange world.



“You once wished me good luck for the night and now, I want you to have good luck your entire life.” 



The author has something to say:



Perplexed Scholar-Tyrant Song: Are other transmigration systems different from mine? Don’t tell me Professor System can also mentor online? Doesn’t OOC refer to casualties at work? (On Operation Casualty)