CH 37

Chapter 37: The Breaking of the Poisonous Fog Formation



Dirty rats, sterile rats, clean rats… 



The breeding room for mice has now expanded to eight rooms and thousands of mice have been bred in strict accordance with the breeding manual. They could now immediately move on to breeding mice with specific pathogens. In the laboratory, there were also several kinds of equipment that he’d mentioned before but had no funds to have custom made. The medicinal materials have been replenished and a lot of the researches that have been discontinued can now be continued.



These blessings came too quickly and suddenly. He’d just fallen asleep and when he woke up, he had everything.



Song Qingshi looked at the white mice cages and felt his heart beating so fast. He pulled at Yue Wuhuan’s sleeve, wanting to express his excitement.  But the words in his stomach was like a kettle full of dumplings, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn’t pour it out. This stupid mouth of his almost brought him to tears. After holding it in for a long time, he finally squeezed out, “You did a very good job. Thank you.”



Meeting such a good little angel was truly his blessing of three lifetimes. 



Smart and beautiful, kind and lovely, considerate and gentle…



Later, he will write all this down in a small notebook and read it three times a day to remind himself of how lucky he is.



Yue Wuhuan said, “The mice bred extremely fast and I had to control their breeding speed in the later stages. I had taken some of the mice to do some pharmacological experiments. Of course, I still don’t fully understand the experimental methods that use these mice so I just tried using them for simple toxicity tests… after the experiment, the mice were all put to death.”



He found that using mice to do preliminary poison experiments was very useful. He only needed a fifth of a percent of the full dose. This saved a lot of precious medicinal materials.



Over the years, he has thoroughly read the “Nie Clan’s Poison Scriptures” and all the poison-related books. He had also taken a bit of the various poisons in Song Qingshi’s collection to conduct research. He had strengthened the toxicity of the Thousand Chance Poison, developed many new highly toxic poisons and came up with many methods of poisoning that are impossible to defend against.



On the Life and Death stage, he had dealt a killing blow with a single needle. Now, no one dared to threaten him lightly.



Yue Wuhuan smiled and glanced at Song Qingshi, who was frantically taking notes on the table. He knew that Song Qingshi was a research fanatic. After entering the laboratory, all thoughts aside from research had been swept from his mind.



Nine fiery red vines stretched out quietly behind him. Two went to clean the mouse cages, two went to feed the white mice, two fetched cakes and spirit-refreshing tea, two went to read books and the last one quietly wrapped around Song Qingshi’s ankle. Yue Wuhuan then sat next to him and handled the Medicine King’s Valley’s various matters. 



After Song Qingshi finished his observation diary, he also wrote a guide to breeding mice with specific diseases. It took him a long time before he noticed the vines that were working around the room and on him as well. He stared at his ankle for a long while and couldn’t help asking Yue Wuhuan, “They’re sentient?”



“No,” Yue Wuhuan stopped writing and said with a smile, “Their consciousness is my will. They’re like an extension of my limbs. Wherever I go, I can use my mental probe to view the surrounding environment. It’s very convenient. I have used it to deal with many things these past years.”



Song Qingshi looked at the vines reading the two books then at Yue Wuhuan who was holding the ledger in his hands and was confused. “So, are you doing these things at the same time? You’re taking on the role of several people by yourself?”

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“En, because of the shortage of manpower, there are too many things I need to deal with. If it’s not particularly important, it will be faster to just multitask,” Yue Wuhuan explained in a few words. He suddenly realized that it might not be good to say it like so. He tried to remedy the situation and had the vines take both books to him. “I’m only seriously reading this book “Ling Danzi Sutra”. The other is the experimental data made by the apprentices. I’m just casually looking them over for errors.” 



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It was like when he explained how to solve elementary school application problems to his cousin. They were simple problems that clearly could be understood with a single glance. He gave several kinds of problem-solving methods derived from calculus to advanced mathematics to algebraic geometry and despite all that his cousin still cried and kicked up a fuss, saying he just couldn’t get it.



He shouldn’t criticize his cousin for being ignorant… 



Just like now, Yue Wuhuan worked very hard to explain to him the methods and tips on how to doing several things at once.



Scholar Tyrant Song felt so very wronged. He really couldn’t understand nor could he do it. When he was doing one thing, he couldn’t do anything else. When he was looking at one thing, he simply didn’t have the capacity to look at something else. When other Nascent Soul cultivators went out, they surveilled all of their surrounding and listened in every direction. As for him, as long as he saw something novel and interesting, he immediately forgot about everything else. The fact that he could live up to the present was all thanks to his special skill, his particular physique and his tendency to avoid going out.



Yue Wuhuan smiled and comforted, “You’re also great like this.”



He liked the way Song Qingshi looked at people, looked at people so seriously, it was as if the whole world only had this person in his eyes. 



Scholar Tyrant Song decided to salvage his smart image. He took the “Ling Danzi Scripture” and flipped through it. He remembered that the mathematics of the immortal realm was not very good, at most, it was high school level. This book was about solving three-dimensional linear equations and applying trigonometric functions.



The overwhelming majority of cultivators didn’t pay much attention to mathematics, which was actually very wrong.



The arrangement of many of their arrays were calculated using mathematics. Especially since he’s undergone studying in the other world, it was even more abundantly clear to him that the arrays were similar to an electrical motherboard, each line must be arranged in the most appropriate position. Spiritual energy was equal to electricity. Combining different motherboards could bring about long-distance communication, security functions, surveillance and even offensive weapons.



Of course, there was no mechanization in the immortal realm and the arrays could not be mass-produced. They were all made by hand and precise calculation was especially important. 



It would be very difficult if Yue Wuhuan were to rely solely on himself to understand these theories.



Song Qingshi’s mathematics scores were very good. He was very happy to explain the various mathematical formulas and application methods. Later, he will write down all he knew of calculus and the various number theories and analysis. These were all necessary skills for science students!



Yue Wuhuan listened very carefully. He stopped all the surrounding vines and was immersed himself in the fun of doing the problems.



The two of them answered problem exercises in the laboratory until dusk. Suddenly, there was a slight quake in the Medicine King’s Valley’s array.  The poison puppets also turned to attack mode. Yue Wuhuan noticed the abnormal movement. He raised his head from the sea of problems ​​questions and displeased, looked out the door. He put away the books on the table. 



Song Qingshi was unfamiliar with the newly-modified defensive formation. He was a little slow to react. After his momentary failure to react, he asked belatedly, “Someone is invading?”



Yue Wuhuan smiled a little, “Not quite. He just snuck in and damaged the house.”



Song Qingshi hadn’t figured out what he meant when in the blink of an eye, the door of the laboratory was knocked open. The two poison puppets guarding the door were eaten away bit by bit by the countless Gu’s.



An Long was full of murderous aura as he fiercely rushed in. His hair had grown long and he kept it in a few casual long braids behind his head. His whole body was covered with dirty mud, his lips were dry and cracked, oozing a little bit of blood. His eyes were red as he stared at Yue Wuhuan. He was followed by an equally as dirty Luminous Snake, whose scales have lost its luster. It spit out a letter in Yue Wuhuan’s direction. It obviously wanted to swallow him in one bite. 



“What’s happened to you?” Song Qingshi asked, dumbfounded, “Did you go rolling in the mud?”



Yue Wuhuan calmly explained, “Master, the Poisonous Fog formation in the swamps has been broken.”



Song Qingshi instantly understood. Wracked with a guilty conscience, he lowered his head and shrank his shoulders, curling up into a ball.



An Long gritted his teeth and looked at the guy he had been constantly worried about to the point that he wasn’t able to eat or sleep properly. He looked at the refreshments on the table and thought about that letter he received after he had finally, after much difficultly, broken the formation.  He wanted to tear off this fool’s flesh off. 



Song Qingshi looked at his expression and his lips. He felt like he understood what he was thinking. Song Qingshi picked up the untouched spirit refreshing tea on the table and offered it up with both hands, “Would you like a drink?”



An Long was so angry he began to smile instead. He took the spirit-refreshing tea in his hand and drank it all in one go. He then, with arms like iron clamps, grabbed this fool who was confused by the situation. He carried him over his shoulder and walked out of the laboratory with large strides, looking for a place to completely sort this person out.



The valley servants along the roadside cast them sidelong glances. The ruckus An Long was kicking up completely embarrassed Song Qingshi but he knew that he was in the wrong so he didn’t have the face to burn him either. He kept materializing and scattering the alchemical fire on his palm. He hesitated for so long that he was already carried far away.



The Gu’s at the entrance of the laboratory spread out and then gathered back together like a tide, trapping Yue Wuhuan inside. 



An Long went all the way to Fuling Palace. He found that the scenery that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years in the Medicine King’s Valley had all been changed. Many of the things he had been familiar with had been erased. Everywhere was ostentatious beauty, everywhere was a shadow of that evildoer.



The site where he had left his traces had been violated, dyed in a flavor that should not be there. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He ruthlessly threw down the man from his shoulder.



Even for an ordinary, non-body-refining cultivator, it would be no problem to land steadily on their feet from such an attack.



However, Song Qingshi couldn’t muster up any energy. He couldn’t stand steady and fell to the ground. He didn’t get up for a long time. 



Seeing his sorry appearance, An Long was shocked, suspicious and regretful of his action. A great part of his anger immediately disappeared.



The Luminous Dragon didn’t understand so many things. It simply felt very distressed when he saw Song Qingshi tumble to the ground. It immediately crawled over and straightened up, turning itself into a walking cane.



“Xiao Bai, you are so kind.” Song Qingshi used the Luminous Dragon’s support to slowly stand up. He limped to An Long’s side and complained, “If you’ve got something to say then let’s discuss it slowly. I don’t want to fight with you right now.”



“What? Your injury hasn’t healed?” An Long rudely took him from the Luminous Dragon. He turned from side to side, repeatedly checking him over. He finally raised his sleeve, pinched his left arm and asked, “You’re unable to move this side?” 



Song Qingshi replied honestly, “Half of my body was burned by the lightning. All my meridians and skin were regrown. For now, I can’t move it.”



“It looks softer than the original skin.” An Long squinted his eyes, carefully stroked his arm several times. He licked his lips and ground his teeth.



Song Qingshi suddenly realized that the situation was turning far from reassuring. He quickly tried to pull his hand back.



However, An Long’s hands were so strong that he couldn’t move it at all. 



Song Qingshi gave up all hope. “You’re only allowed one bite. If you bite more than once, I’ll set you on fire.”



An Long raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile that was yet not a smile, “Why don’t you just burn me directly?”



“You’re not to blame for this matter,” Song Qingshi never liked to justify his mistakes and was brave enough to take responsibility for them. “Although it was an accident, I made you worry about me, after all. It’s my fault so it’s fine to let you take a bite to vent your anger.” Furthermore, he shouldn’t have drawn the dog head on the envelope. It was too disrespectful to the other.



A smile began to appear at the corner of An Long’s lips. His hostility was slightly reduced, his hold slightly loosened and his teeth were feeling less itchy. 



Song Qingshi struck while the iron was hot. “I’m the one who’s in the wrong. If you’re angry, you can come and settle accounts with me but don’t blame Wuhuan…”



Before he could finish his words, the white and tender flesh on his arm was bitten with such force that his flesh was almost torn off.



Song Qingshi screamed in pain and tears were about to come out.



This Alaskan Malamute’s bite was really painful. 



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Yue Wuhuan’s tale of striving for favor (future edition):



Today, Song Qingshi took a look at the little evil spirit in Cage C and praised it for its bright colored coat and for being especially healthy.



Oh, tomorrow, he’ll take it out for a toxicology experiment.