358: Chapter 353 The old man is going to take action himself!

Chu Weiwei stared at the turbulent, peach-colored liquid inside the Medicine Cauldron, her nostrils flaring involuntarily.

The scent... was truly overly sweet and cloying.

It was as if someone had crushed ten thousand ripe peach blossoms, mixed them into thick, stringy wild honey, and then maniacally sprinkled in a handful of illusion-inducing powder that could make anyone lose their mind. This fragrance didn't just rampage through one's sense of smell; it even burrowed through the pores and into the very marrow of one's bones.

"That's strange. The Jade Slip clearly stated that this formula was an enhanced version of the 'Clearing Heart and Settling Mind Powder'."

Chu Weiwei muttered to herself. She extended a slender finger and, with some hesitation, tapped the eerie red halo of light.

Because the fluorescent grass of Heaven Beyond Heaven contained fragments of Law, the properties of this pot of medicinal liquid had undergone a vicious mutation in that instant due to an energy overload.

This was no calming medicine; it was clearly a peerless aphrodisiac capable of making even a stone Buddha feel worldly desires.

Before she could figure out how to neutralize this wicked fire, the Medicine Cauldron, forged from deep-sea cold iron, suddenly began to tremble violently.

The lid was pushed askew by a wave of pink air, and then, a dense, peach-red mist, accompanied by a piercing screech, instantly spread wildly across the entire island.

The speed was even faster than Su Hongling at full sprint.

Su Lin, who was sitting on a bluestone in the heart of the island contemplating a Formation, suddenly raised his head.

His reaction was undoubtedly fast, but before he could hold his breath, that wisp of mist carrying a deadly sweet fragrance had already burrowed into his lungs.

"Damn it!" Su Lin was so shocked that he swore out loud.

The moment his Half-Immortal Essence came into contact with this mist, it was as if cold water had hit hot, red charcoal; it instantly boiled, vaporized, and then transformed into waves of scalp-tingling heat that surged up his spine and straight to his crown.

"Chu Weiwei! What are you doing!!!" Su Lin's roar echoed across the entire island.

But he immediately realized that his own voice sounded with a trembling, husky quality that he would never have on a normal day.

The mist spread rapidly.

Cold Moon and Mu Qingxue, who were setting up a Formation at the edge of the island, Gu Qiuyue, who was planning to count her money, and Su Hongling, who was gnawing on meat, were all caught off guard by this sudden pink net.

Su Hongling was gnawing on a piece of beast bone when she unexpectedly inhaled a mouthful of the mist.

The black sword in her hand clattered onto her instep, but she couldn't even feel the pain; she just panted heavily, her blood and Qi surging like wild horses out of control, burning her bronze skin a deep red.

"Old... Old Man..." Su Hongling stood up unsteadily, her voice laced with a wildness that was almost impossible to hold back.

Chu Weiwei was stunned as well.

Looking at the disaster she had caused, her first reaction wasn't to run, but to flick her tongue across her lips.

"Oh my, I overdid it." She chuckled softly, letting the pink mist completely engulf her.

"However, this kind of accident... Weiwei seems to like it even more."

That night, the entire floating island was tightly locked in this eerie red glow.

The five-colored nebula flowed silently above, and occasionally a Void Realm storm would sweep past, but it couldn't disperse the frantic mist that had condensed the legacy of the ancient Stone Venerable and the Medicine Immortal Origin.

...

The next day.

The light of the five-colored nebula became cold and clear.

The fluorescent grass on the island, having absorbed the strange residual nutrients from the previous night, grew at an astonishing rate, with some even reaching the height of a person's head.

Su Lin walked out of the cabin, trembling slightly, supporting his waist.

His usually ethereal green robes were now as wrinkled as a rag, and the buttons at the collar had flown off somewhere, revealing a large expanse of his chest covered in scratch marks.

On his fair Face, there were dark circles under his eyes.

"What a sin." Su Lin sighed long and hard.

His waist. It really felt like it was about to break.

"Revered Master, good morning." A nimble figure bounded out from the dense grass.

Chu Weiwei was wearing that moon-white dress, looking radiant, her skin even possessing a translucent quality as if it had been nourished by something.

She stood with her hands behind her back, tilting her head to look at Su Lin, her purple eyes full of innocence.

"Revered Master, why are you holding your waist? Did you Cultivate too hard last night and accidentally strain it?"

He had to suppress the soreness radiating from his waist before he could barely maintain the dignity expected of a Revered Master.

"Strained it?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at the girl in front of him who was smiling so innocently, and squeezed a few words through his teeth.

"Chu Weiwei, tell me, how did that so-called 'Clearing Heart and Settling Mind Powder' manage to brew enough peach blossom scent to cover the entire island?"

Chu Weiwei blinked, her purple eyes watery, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Revered Master, you're wronging Weiwei. Weiwei doesn't know why it happened either; I clearly followed the formula."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Su Lin, her soft body pressing against him, and reached out to support his arm.

"Your waist hurts, let Weiwei rub it for you. Weiwei's technique is very good; I guarantee after I rub it, you'll..."

"Stop." Su Lin stepped back half a step, avoiding her outstretched hand.

This movement caused his waist to ache again. He sucked in a cold breath, his Face turning even darker.

"Don't try that on me. We haven't settled the score for last night yet."

From the other side of the island, there was a rustling sound.

Su Lin turned his head to look.

Good heavens.

His good disciples had somehow dug up a few small stools made from beast bones and arranged them neatly in a row.

Su Hongling was sitting splayed out in the middle, holding a large handful of fruit she had scavenged from some Yao Beast, chewing with oil dripping from her mouth.

Luo Ximei sat beside her, waving that folding fan, her white-gold heterochromatic eyes full of excitement, eager to watch the commotion.

Cold Moon sat upright on the far side, her purple-gold phoenix robes worn impeccably, her posture elegant.

However, her golden eyes also glanced over here from time to time, clearly not intending to miss this good show.

Mu Qingxue stood behind her, her pale blue eyes calm and waveless, but the steps she had quietly moved closer had already betrayed her.

"Second Senior Sister, share some fruit." Luo Ximei reached out to grab the fruit in Su Hongling's arms.

"Dream on." Su Hongling hugged the fruit to her chest.

"I had to empty out a whole Yao Beast nest to get these; if you want to eat, go get your own."

"Stingy."

"Keep it down, you two." Gu Qiuyue had also moved a stool over at some point and squeezed in, holding her Golden Abacus.

"Don't disturb Revered Master interrogating the prisoner. This show is much more exciting than what the storytellers in the Lower Realm tell."

Su Lin: "..."

He supported his forehead, feeling his temples throbbing.

So in your eyes, I was conned all night, my waist is almost broken, and in the end, I've just become entertainment for your meal?

These rebellious disciples are truly out of control.

"All of you, shut up!" Su Lin roared angrily.

But this shout, due to a lack of breath, sounded ridiculously weak instead.

The row of disciples watching the show were not afraid; in fact, Su Hongling snorted with laughter, spraying fruit residue all over Luo Ximei's Face.

"Old Man, why does your voice sound just like it did last night?" Su Hongling laughed while wiping her mouth.

"It's as hoarse as a broken gong."

Luo Ximei disgustedly wiped the fruit residue off her Face and slowly added a final blow.

"Indeed. It seems someone shouted too hard last night."

As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted from the row of stools.

Even the usually cold and aloof Mu Qingxue felt her ears turn quietly red, and she turned her head away, pretending to look at the nebula in the sky.

Su Lin felt that the dignity he had accumulated his entire life had been trampled into the mud at this moment, and someone had even ground their heel into it.

He took a deep breath, deciding to ignore the heartless onlookers, and aimed all his firepower at the culprit.

"Chu Weiwei." Su Lin spoke, enunciating each word, his handsome Face rarely showing such frost.

"Here." Chu Weiwei's heart skipped a beat.

She had formed a Life-and-Death Fate-Binding Gu with Su Lin, so she was most sensitive to his emotional changes.

She could feel that this time, Revered Master was truly furious.

However, her sense of guilt only lasted for half a second.

"Revered Master, if you want to punish Weiwei, Weiwei accepts it." Chu Weiwei tilted her little Face up, her expression filled with a tragic, fanatical devotion.

"Whether you want to hit or scold me, Weiwei will take it all. As long as it is a punishment from Revered Master's own hands, Weiwei's heart will feel sweet."

Hearing this, Su Lin's temples throbbed again.

He knew it.

This girl was an absolute lunatic.

Ordinary punishments were simply rewards to her.

A beating would make her happy for three days; a scolding would keep her reminiscing for a whole year.

"Very well." Su Lin supported his waist and slowly straightened up.

"The two of us, Revered Master and disciple, haven't sparred in a long time, right?"

He took a step forward, gradually assuming the composure of a superior.

"Come, let Revered Master see just how much ability you've gained from your three hundred years of seclusion."

The smile on Chu Weiwei's Face froze on the spot.

Sparring.

These two words hit her harder and made her more panicked than receiving ten beatings.

She wasn't afraid of being hit or scolded; that was a sweet treat bestowed by Revered Master's own hands.

But sparring was different.

Sparring meant she would be legitimately pressed into the ground and rubbed by Revered Master, it meant her pride-and-joy poison arts couldn't even harm a hair on Revered Master's head, and it meant she would lose Face in front of all her Senior Sisters to an embarrassing degree.

"Ma... Revered Master." Chu Weiwei's voice softened.

"Let's... let's talk this over properly. Sparring is so damaging to our harmony."

"What harmony?" Su Lin stood with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his Face—a smile colder than Cold Moon's ice.

"Didn't you say you wanted to make amends for your crimes? Revered Master will give you a chance. If you can last ten moves under Revered Master's hand, the account for last night will be wiped clean."

This sounded like an incredible favor.

But Chu Weiwei knew better.

Last ten moves?

She couldn't even take one move from Revered Master.

On the row of stools watching the show, the atmosphere instantly exploded.

"Oh my!" Su Hongling was the first to jump up, not even bothering to pick up the fruit she had scattered all over the ground.

"There's a show to watch! The Old Man is going to do it himself!"

She sat back down on her stool and scooted it forward, terrified of missing a single detail.

"It's just a show." Cold Moon took some melon seeds and elegantly cracked one, her purple-gold phoenix robes remaining perfectly still, but her gaze was glued to the center of the scene.

"I want to see just how many times this girl can jump around under Revered Master's hand."

Mu Qingxue stood to the side, her pale blue eyes calm and waveless.

She didn't speak, but the steps she had quietly moved closer had already firmly inserted her into the best vantage point of the viewing group.

Ye You squatted beside the stool, gnawing on a beast bone, her dark green slit pupils staring unblinkingly at Chu Weiwei, concise and to the point.

"Good show."

Su Lin heard the group of heartless rascals behind him egging things on, and his temples started throbbing again.

So, he had been conned all night, his waist was almost broken, and in the end, he had become a living stage for these rebellious disciples to snack on melon seeds.

However, this was exactly what he wanted.

Chu Weiwei wasn't afraid of being hit or scolded, but no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't stand the embarrassment of being dealt with in public.

This was the only way to truly keep her in check.

"What, afraid now?" Su Lin crooked his finger at Chu Weiwei.

"If you want to admit defeat, then just obediently accept a half-month confinement."

Chu Weiwei bit her lower lip.

Her purple eyes struggled between admitting defeat and losing Face, and finally, she stomped her foot and steeled her heart.

"Sparring it is! As if Weiwei is afraid!"

She was a person who cared about Face too.

Admitting defeat in front of so many Senior Sisters—how would she be able to hold her head up in the future?

"Good, you have guts." Su Lin nodded.

Although his waist still ached, his Aura didn't waver in the slightest.

"Then let Revered Master see whether you are the real deal, or just all show."

"Begin."

As soon as his voice fell, Chu Weiwei didn't hesitate.

Once her crazy side came out, she would even play with her life, let alone a mere spar.

She wiped her hands in her sleeves, and seven or eight jade bottles filled with poison powder flew out of thin air, all exploding in mid-air.

Poisonous miasma of various colors instantly spread, turning into a colorful yet deadly sea of mist, covering Su Lin from above.

"Whoa, Third Senior Sister is going for the kill." Su Hongling clicked her tongue in amazement.

"If one gets touched by this toxic mist, I'm afraid even the bones would melt."

"What do you know." Luo Ximei cracked a melon seed and slowly analyzed.

"Third Senior Sister is trying to use the toxic mist to trap Revered Master's line of sight and then find an opportunity to strike. It's a pity, though; she's forgotten who Revered Master is."

As expected.

Su Lin stood where he was, not moving an inch.

The overwhelming toxic miasma stopped dead in its tracks three feet away from him.

Then, an invisible force radiated from him, and that deadly toxic mist, as if it had hit an invisible wall, was pushed back exactly as it was.

"Trying to trap Revered Master with poison?" Su Lin laughed.

"Showing off these little tricks of yours in front of Revered Master—what is the difference between this and axe-wielding in front of Lu Ban?"

He waved his hand casually.

That patch of toxic miasma was completely swept up by a force of Chaos, compressed into a fist-sized colorful ball of light, and hovered steadily at his fingertips.

"Is this your improvement?"

Chu Weiwei was dumbfounded.

Her ultimate trump card, the toxic mist, hadn't even made a splash in Revered Master's hands; instead, it had become a toy for him to play with.

"The first move is broken," Su Lin said calmly.

"What else is left?"