1963: Disdain

Disdain

"Quickly set her down on her back over there." Qiao Mu pointed at the side of the passageway It was not the time to reminisce with them right now.1

They naturally couldn't block the stairs to the stage, which might obstruct other people from ascending the stage to battle.

After they set Fang Xu down, Qiao Mu immediately activated her spiritual eyes.

After carefully taking Fang Xu's pulse, Qiao Mu used her spiritual eyes to examine her body thoroughly. She saw that the mystic energy in Fang Xu's mystic meridians had reduced by three-fourths, with only a small portion remaining.

Additionally, this remaining mystic energy was abnormally enveloped in a black fluid at this time.

A kind of heat poison! No only would it make its victim feel like that their insides were incinerating, a heavy dose would ravage a person's normal mystic meridians.

Once a person's mystic meridians got wrecked and there was no opportunity to repair or reconstruct them, that person's path as a mystic cultivator would come to an end.

Yu Gui and the rest crowded around the little fellow, but were afraid to say anything lest it interrupt her treatment.

Just as Qiao Mu took out her needle pouch, a middle-aged man charged over in a rage with a contorted expression. He roared with a surging fury, "Yu Gui!! How are you leading a team? You were clearly able to win the match just now. Yet you guys arbitrarily ran off the stage before the match ended? Do you even have the academy's honor in mind?"

Ming Xia grabbed an empty spiritual solution bottle and flung it in that mentor's face.

*Crash!* That bottle exploded into pieces at the mentor's feet.

"What kind of mentor are you? To actually feed your students poison! Are you happy now that you have a life on your hands??"

The fact that such a drama was unfolding in the seating area naturally attracted the attention of other academies.

Everybody stopped paying attention to the intense matches and looked at the altercation between Godsend Academy's students and mentor with great interest.

A mentor added poison to a student's medicinal solution? How shocking was such news!

The middle-aged mentor's face was naturally flushed red at this time. He had nearly lost all face and reprimanded Ming Xia angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't take your anger out on your mentor in chagrin because you lost the match!"

"You know better than anybody else whether we are taking out our anger on you or not!" Chen Hanzi rebutted coldly. "Everybody take out the medicinal solution the mentors distributed earlier."

Besides Fang Xu, who gulped it all down, the other people had not touched the medicinal solution.

After hearing what Chen Hanzi said, the others took out the medicinal solution from their pockets and set it down beside Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu swept them a glance and picked up one of them. She unplugged it and wafted the scent for a sniff. Afterwards, she deadpanned, "A trashy bottle of spiritual-returning solution. It can only recover one-tenth of a person's spiritual-returning solution each time, an incomparably inferior outcome! It has also been added with a moderate dose of flaming scarlet poison. It won't wreck the body's spiritual meridians, but it will cause the person who consumed unbearable pain, as if they have plunged in an abyss of suffering."

Everyone: …

How come they felt that the little lady's monotone sounded like mockery once it entered their ears? Were they just imagining it?

And a trashy bottle of spiritual-returning solution…

Was there such an evaluation of a medicinal solution?

It was extremely difficult for pill alchemists to concoct this kind of spiritual-returning solution. You might not be able to purchase this kind of spiritual-returning solution from the market even if you had money.

Most of the time, it was pill alchemists cultivated by the various great patrician families who concocted them according to precious recipes…

They felt extremely peculiar seeing the little lady disdain this bottle of spiritual-returning solution so much.

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