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The group exchanged glances and quickly denied the accusations.
"Come on, Junior Brother," Qi Shidi chuckled. "How could we be like that?"
"It's just that this poison is truly torturous. Have some pity on us, Junior Brother."
"Yes, Junior Brother has a kind heart and wouldn't want to see us suffer like this."
Lan Wanyu couldn't solve their problem, so they turned their attention to Qi Xiao. After all, Qi Xiao had successfully handled a similar case before.
Qi Xiao feigned a troubled expression and sighed deeply.
"Alas, since you all hold me in such high regard, how could I refuse to lend a hand? That would be disrespectful to you all."
"I do have one antidote left, but there’s only one pill, and there are so many of you."
He pondered for a moment before placing a white porcelain vial on the table and slowly walked away.
"Decide among yourselves who gets it. I can't be the one to make that call."
Before Qi Xiao could leave, the group of disciples rushed to the table, eager to claim the antidote, not sparing him even a glance.
Using feet or hands, they all displayed their tactics.
"Zhao Shidi, I'm your Senior Brother; you should let me go first."
"Pah! What kind of Senior Brother are you? Stop pretending in front of me! If you really think you're a Senior Brother, then give me the antidote!"
"You wish! If you don't let go, I'll make my move!"
"You think I'm afraid of you? Come on!"
Cries of pain, wails, and gasps erupted as chaos ensued inside. Qi Xiao turned a deaf ear to it all, as if he hadn’t seen anything.
These people were always only concerned with their own benefits; if there was something to gain, they would treat him like a savior and serve him devotedly. But without any advantage, they would kick him aside and ridicule him.
In his previous life, he had endured their exclusion and mockery with a heavy heart, but today it seemed utterly foolish. What did it matter what these people thought or said? Why should he care?
Just then, Elder Huang hurried over upon hearing the commotion and couldn't help but slap his thigh in exasperation.
"This brat Qi Xiao is truly causing me trouble! He stirs up such chaos without a word; I’ll have his skin for this!"
He rushed forward to mediate the situation, but those disciples were so caught up in their frenzy that they had no mind to listen.
In the end, Elder Huang released his Nascent Soul aura, which finally calmed everyone down. Among his disciples, he glanced at the small white porcelain bottle and felt it was truly a hot potato. He couldn't take it. If he didn't take it, something would surely happen here today.
Qi Xiao had really put him in a difficult position! He forcibly snatched the porcelain bottle from one disciple's hand, and several burning gazes fell upon it. The disciples gathered closer.
"Elder Huang, Junior Brother Qian is unworthy and truly does not deserve such a fine item. Why not bestow this medicine upon your disciples instead?"
"Heh, if he is unworthy, then what about you? Elder Huang, it was he who fought the fiercest just now; this medicine should be awarded to the disciples."
"No, it should be given to me."
"It should be mine!"
Elder Huang tightened his grip on the porcelain bottle, his expression stern as he shouted loudly, "Enough! How I choose to deal with this medicine is my own decision; you all needn't say more."
With that, he turned and hurried away towards Qingxuan Peak. Just as he flew over the peak, Elder Huang shouted angrily, his voice mixed with spiritual power, resonating like a great bell for miles around.
"Chang Yi, get out here!"
Chang Yi arrived late. "Elder Huang, why are you so furious? Come, come, let’s go to my courtyard for a chat. I’ll brew you a nice pot of tea to calm your nerves."
The two figures flickered and appeared in another courtyard. Elder Huang's expression remained unchanged as he slammed a porcelain bottle onto the table.
"How can you still ask me to calm down? Have you seen what your Qingxuan Peak disciples have done?"
That Qi Xiao knew full well that those disciples had caused an uproar over a single pill; now he was bringing this out—wasn’t that just asking for trouble? He had vented his anger while my Apothecary Hall was nearly turned upside down!
Chang Yi handed him a cup of freshly brewed tea. Elder Huang took it with annoyance and drank it in one go, muttering again, "This kid has a wicked mind!"
Chang Yi's smile faded slightly as he advised, "Elder Huang, since you already know what kind of temperament those disciples have, why bother with them? Just throw the medicine and people out together; close the door behind you and you'll have peace."
"They can argue among themselves; what does it have to do with you?"
Elder Huang hesitated and sighed deeply. Chang Yi continued, "If you act like this now, not only will they not appreciate your goodwill, but they will also resent you behind your back. What’s the point of that?"
Elder Huang understood that despite his hard work in the Medicine Hall over the past days, any goodwill he had built with the disciples would quickly turn into resentment if it threatened their own interests. Even though he recognized this, as an elder of the Xiaoyao Sect, it was difficult for him to truly let go and not intervene.
He had been trying various other remedies, hoping to find a way to alleviate the disciples' suffering without using Evening Primrose. However, he also knew that the chances were slim.
Sighing, he thought to himself, You’re right; I’ve meddled too much. I’m getting old; it’s time to let these young people handle their own affairs.
With a sense of defeat, Elder Huang left, his back showing signs of weariness.
Watching him go, Chang Yi furrowed his brow even deeper.
Meanwhile, at Qingjing Peak in the herb garden, Lan Wanyu squatted on the ground, lost in thought and unaware of her surroundings. She didn’t even notice when she accidentally spilled the spiritual liquid she was holding.
A small patch of earth had been drenched with three or four large ladles of the liquid, causing the spiritual plants to drink excessively and nearly drown. The serrated leaves trembled slightly, cutting a small gash on Lan Wanyu's hand.
Looking down at her wound, she found herself momentarily stunned. She had spent so much time refining medicine in the courtyard that she had almost forgotten how arduous it was to tend to the herb garden. Qi Xiao had taken care of it for so many years since he was seven; time had slipped by so quickly that she nearly forgot the hardships involved in maintaining it.
And Xiao Liu had silently borne this burden for her all these years without ever complaining.
Lan Wanyu lowered her gaze and clenched her fist tightly, her expression dimming.
Passing by, Ye Xiuyuan noticed her state and rushed over. He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, intending to help bandage her wound, but she quietly withdrew her hand.
What’s a little cut? Xiao Liu had taken care of the herb garden for so long; who knows how many cuts he has endured?
“I’m fine,” she said softly.
Ye Xiuyuan paused for a moment before silently putting away the handkerchief, his lips pressed tightly together.
Looking at the spilled ladle on the ground, he said, “Senior Sister, your hand is injured. Let me help you with watering.”
“No need,” she replied. “This herb garden is quite large. Your health isn’t great; you shouldn’t do such strenuous work.”
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