latelenovela Chapter 89, 9 Lifetimes: Who Says Medicine and Poison Can Only Be Serious? The Blood Demon Palace Pl
Chapter 89, 9 Lifetimes: Who Says Medicine and Poison Can Only Be Serious? The Blood Demon Palace Pl
Chapter 89 Who Says Medicine and Poison Can Only Be Serious? The Blood Demon Palace Plays "Infernal Affairs"
In the chaotic and treacherous world of martial arts, Luo Qingci stands out as a woman of exceptional skill, excelling in both medicine and poison. She possesses the ability to conjure miraculous medicines that can revive the dying, and the power of poison that can instantly cripple even the most ruthless and despicable villains, leaving them wishing for death. Her actions are enigmatic, sometimes righteous, sometimes wicked, making her a master of deception. At times, she acts like a chivalrous hero, robbing the rich to help the poor; at other times, she resembles a cunning fox, preying on hypocrites and intriguing those who appear virtuous, leaving everyone curious about her next move and every action she takes.
Look at her attire today: her long, flowing hair, each strand like a dancing sprite in the wind, showcases her untamed personality, as if telling the world, "Luoqingci is all about being different!" Her fair face, like jade from heaven, gleams with a cool luster, exuding innate nobility. And those bright eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, are as deep as the endless universe, seemingly hiding countless secrets; yet also as sharp as X-rays that can see through people's hearts. No matter how many schemes you harbor, you have nowhere to hide before her. Beneath her high, straight nose are a pair of thin, rosy lips that always seem to be smiling. Don't underestimate them; they hold a bellyful of quirky and mischievous ideas, capable of uttering a witty remark that will make you laugh out loud or leave you speechless with astonishment. The simple, unassuming medicine pouch at her waist is nothing to be fooled by its appearance. It is her "super secret weapon" for roaming the martial world. It contains miraculous medicines and poisons with astonishing power, capable of instantly changing the course of events in the martial world. It is like the mysterious Pandora's box, which can bring unexpected surprises or frights when opened.
At this moment, however, she transformed into an extremely rustic village girl, standing before the eerie and terrifying gates of the Blood Demon Palace. The gates of the Blood Demon Palace soared into the clouds, as if they were the entrance to the abyss of hell, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the surrounding air, sending shivers down one's spine. Luo Qingci gazed up at the gate, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her smile was full of disdain as she thought, "This Blood Demon Palace, putting on such a frightening act, is just trying to intimidate others. In my eyes, it's nothing but a paper dollop, easily broken, utterly weak! Today, I'm going to turn this place upside down and show them how terrible the consequences of offending me are! Once I've done this, the entire martial world will be in an uproar, and people will definitely be gossiping behind my back. But I don't care; I love seeing their jaws drop in astonishment!" Her smile also carried a hint of childlike mischief, as if she were about to embark on a fun adventure rather than face the perilous Blood Demon Palace.
"Halt! Who are you? What business do you have at the Blood Demon Palace?" The guard at the gate shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was particularly jarring in the eerily quiet night, like an extremely sharp knife that instantly shattered the tranquility of the night. The birds in the surrounding trees were startled and took flight, and even the stars in the night sky seemed to tremble in fright at the sound.
Before Luo Qingci could answer, a burly man, as imposing as an ancient giant or a small mountain, stormed out of the Blood Demon Palace with a gait that shook the ground and seemed capable of stomping deep craters into the earth. His face was like dough haphazardly kneaded by a mischievous child, his features a chaotic jumble of features, utterly comical and enough to make anyone burst into laughter. The grotesque scar that snaked from the corner of his eye to his mouth trembled with each step, resembling a writhing, hideous centipede—a sight that sent chills down one's spine, a coldness rising from the soles of one's feet to the top of one's head. Behind him followed several henchmen, who swarmed around like headless flies, a chaotic jumble of followers. They came in all shapes and sizes. Some were as thin as a frail tree branch that could be easily broken by a breeze, as if a gentle breath could blow them away and make them disappear without a trace. Others were as fat as a small, moving mountain, panting heavily as they walked, as if each step required all their strength. They looked as if each step was a life-or-death ordeal, making people both amused and a little heartbroken.
"You little brat, how dare you cause trouble at the Blood Demon Palace? Tell me, are you a spy sent by Qingfeng Village!" The burly man glared fiercely at Luo Qingci, his eyes seeming to spit out raging fire, as if he were about to devour her alive. As he spoke, spittle flew everywhere like bullets, his menacing manner suggesting he wanted to level everything in front of him and turn the entire world to ashes in his rage.
Luo Qingci's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong. But she was a well-known actress in the entertainment industry, and her face instantly switched to an extremely innocent expression, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world. Tears welled up in her eyes as if they were injected with high-speed jets, and they quickly filled up with tears, faster than lightning. With a pout and a tearful voice, she launched into her "annual drama": "Brother, please don't wrong me! I'm just an ordinary village girl, my family is so poor we're practically dirt poor. Even mice run away crying, shouting, 'I can't live like this anymore!' My father is starving, almost as thin as a sheet of paper. I even sold our only old hen, hoping to find a way to survive here! If you don't believe me, I'll pull out my heart and show it to you, see if I really want to find some work! I'm about to faint from hunger, please have mercy and give me a chance! I can even tell you jokes, just let me stay." As she spoke, she really did make a show of tearing open her clothes, her exaggerated movements and expressions making it seem like she was about to perform "breaking a boulder on her chest," her posture as if she were going to shake the whole world, even causing the Earth to change its orbit.
The burly man was so startled by her sudden action that he jumped back a large step, a look of panic flashing across his face like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He waved his hands wildly in the air, his voice distorted: "No, no, no! Who wants to see your heart! Please don't do anything reckless, or I won't be polite! You little brat, how come you're even more troublesome than my naughty son! I think you're not here to make a living, but to cause me trouble! If you keep causing trouble, I'll really hit you!" He looked like a frightened rabbit, ready to run away at any moment from this "crazy girl" who frightened him.
Taking advantage of the moment the burly man was distracted, Luo Qingci's eyes darted around like a cunning little fox. She thought to herself, "Hehe, there's a flaw! Watch how I play you guys like fools, making you the best characters in my show! Once I uncover all your secrets, they'll know how powerful I am. They'll be terrified and run for their lives! Maybe they'll even beg for mercy, hahaha!" Suddenly, she clutched her stomach tightly, her face contorted in agony, as if she were about to die. Her body began to tremble violently, like a leaf in a storm, and she let out screams of agony, each one louder and more agonizing than the last, a sound that seemed to pierce the heavens. Even the gods could hear her: "Ouch, my stomach hurts so much! It must be from that cornbread that was harder than a rock this morning. It really messed up my stomach. Brother, could I use your outhouse? If I don't go soon, I'm going to poop in my pants! The smell will linger in your Blood Demon Palace for a whole year! You'll have to buy me a new pair of pants! These pants are the only thing my aunt left me. How can I live if they get dirty? I was planning to wear them to the village beauty pageant!" Her expression and movements were practically textbook acting. She even had beads of sweat on her forehead. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think she was really going to die from the stomach pain. Her pitiful appearance would make anyone feel sorry for her. But upon closer inspection, you could see a glint of cunning in her eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—brief but incredibly dazzling.
The henchmen exchanged glances, their faces showing disgust, as if they could already smell the pungent stench that hadn't yet arrived. Some even exaggeratedly covered their noses, as if the stench was already upon them. The burly man frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and said disdainfully, "Go away, don't embarrass me here! Little Li, take her to the outhouse, and keep a close eye on her, don't let her do anything funny! If she runs away, you'll lose your wages this month! You also have to clean this outhouse thoroughly, or you'll be in big trouble! I don't want this Blood Demon Palace to become a stinking toilet! If you don't do a good job, you can forget about your food money next month!" His tone was like shooing away a disgusting fly, with a hint of threat, as if Little Li would be devoured alive if he didn't do a good job.
A skinny henchman, as thin as a bamboo pole, grimaced helplessly and reluctantly stepped forward. He poked Luo Qingci with his spear and said irritably, "Come on, hurry up! Don't dawdle, I don't have time to play with you! If you don't leave, I'll carry you away with this spear! I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, or you'll regret it! This spear doesn't discriminate; one poke and you'll know what pain is!" His actions were like shooing away a disobedient puppy, with a touch of brutality, as if the spear in his hand could turn into a weapon at any moment.
Luo Qingci cried out "Ouch, ouch!" as she followed the henchmen into the Blood Demon Palace. Along the way, she appeared to be in pain, her body hunched over, her hands constantly rubbing her stomach, looking like a patient on the verge of death from illness. In reality, her eyes darted around like curious little searchlights, not missing a single corner, secretly observing her surroundings. She secretly plotted, "Hmph, this Blood Demon Palace is nothing special. These guards are too easy to fool. You'll see! I'll turn this Blood Demon Palace upside down and show you what happens when you offend me! After I expose their secrets, let's see how arrogant they are in the martial world! I'll let them know that I, Luo Qingci, am not someone to be trifled with! I'll make them pay a heavy price for their actions and regret ever being born! Then, I'll stand on the roof of the Blood Demon Palace and loudly announce to them: 'You've all been defeated by me!' Just thinking about that scene is exhilarating!" The light in her eyes seemed to already see the Blood Demon Palace in chaos, filled with confidence and anticipation, as if the whole world was under her control.
Upon arriving at the outhouse, the henchman stood at the door, eyeing Luo Qingci warily. He said menacingly, "Hurry up, don't even think about running away! I'm watching you. If you dare to run, this spear of mine won't discriminate! If you try anything funny, I'll tie you up here and feed you to the mosquitoes! There are tons of mosquitoes in this desolate wilderness. I'll bite you all over so you'll know how powerful I am! I'll even watch you get bitten by mosquitoes, hahaha!" His eyes were like those of a ferocious wolf, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment, with a hint of mockery, as if he were playing a cat-and-mouse game with Luo Qingci.
Luo Qingci clutched her stomach and rushed into the outhouse, muttering, "I know, I know, if you keep rushing me, I'll really poop! Then you'll be cleaning this outhouse! Just wait and see! If I don't see hot water when I come out, you'll be in for a world of trouble! I don't care who you are, if you dare mess with me, I'll make you regret it! I'll let you taste my special itching powder, and you'll laugh for three days and three nights straight!" Her voice was full of impatience and threat, with a hint of playfulness, as if she wasn't being guarded but joking with a friend.
Upon entering the outhouse, Luo Qingci immediately concealed her pained expression, her eyes gleaming with a cunning light, like the brightest star in the night sky, a light that seemed capable of illuminating the entire dark outhouse. She swiftly pulled a small bottle from her medicine pouch at her waist, containing her specially made sleeping powder—her "super secret weapon." A mere whiff of it could instantly render someone unconscious, as if under a spell. She evenly sprinkled the powder on a cloth, then carefully concealed it in her sleeve, her movements as precise as a hunter setting a trap. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, feigning weakness once more, and opened the door to leave. The entire action was fluid and seamless, like a meticulously planned performance, every detail perfectly executed, leaving no room for error.
"So fast?" The henchman looked at her suspiciously, his eyes filled with doubt, as if he were looking at a time bomb that could explode at any moment and was ready to dodge it.
Luo Qingci said weakly, "Brother, my stomach is still upset. Could you give me some hot water? I'm really too weak. I feel like I can barely stand. Please, have mercy and give me some hot water, otherwise I'll faint here! Then you'll have to carry me out, which is terrible! Please have pity on this poor village girl! I have elderly parents and young children to support, my whole family depends on me. Please have mercy and save me! Let me tell you a joke, once upon a time there was..." As she spoke, she deliberately staggered forward, almost falling. Her acting was worthy of an "Oscar for Best Actress." Her pitiful appearance made people want to believe her, but something felt off, as if some mysterious force was controlling everything from behind.
The henchman instinctively reached out to help her, but in that instant, Luo Qingci swiftly pulled a cloth from her sleeve and, like lightning, covered the henchman's mouth and nose. The henchman struggled a few times, his eyes wide with fear and resentment, as if saying, "How unlucky I am to have been tricked by this little girl!" But soon he collapsed limply to the ground. His struggles were like those of a trapped bird, flapping its wings in vain, so helpless, as if announcing his tragic fate to the world.
"Hmph, you think you can stop me? How naive!" Luo Qingci clapped her hands, a smug smile spreading across her face, a smile that seemed to tell the whole world that nothing could hinder her progress. "Next, it's time to settle accounts with those poisoners! I'll let them know that offending me, Luo Qingci, is asking for trouble! Once I find them, I'll make them taste my power and regret ever being born! I'll let them know that if they mess with me, they'll never have an easy time! I'll make them pay for their evil deeds and repent in agony! I'll give them some itching powder first, then torture them with my divine medicine, making them wish they were dead!" As she spoke, she walked briskly, humming a tune that seemed to drift off into outer space. The tune sounded like a cat had scratched her throat—unpleasant yet comical—as she headed towards the Blood Demon Palace, ready to unleash a farcical spectacle that would turn the Blood Demon Palace upside down. Her stride was full of confidence and swagger, as if the entire Blood Demon Palace was under her control, and she was the absolute protagonist of this farce. As she walked, she didn't forget to turn back and make a face at the unconscious henchman, muttering, "Bye-bye, poor thing, I'll come see you again after I'm done! Maybe I'll bring you a little gift if I'm in a good mood. But for now, you'd better get some sleep! Oh, and I'll draw a big graffiti on your face; you'll be very surprised when you wake up!"