flstandardbreds Chapter 103, 9 Lifetimes: Earning a whopping 12! A madman in medicine and poison, his life is too ad
Chapter 103, 9 Lifetimes: Earning a whopping 12! A madman in medicine and poison, his life is too ad
Chapter 103 Earning a Thousand Taels! A Mad Doctor and Poison Doctor's Life is Too Exhilarating
"Good heavens, this trip was absolutely amazing! My luck is off the charts, even the heavens are showering me with treasures!" Luo Qingci burst out of the cave with a bang. The afterglow of the setting sun seemed attracted by her arrogance, eagerly draping her in a dazzling golden armor, making her look domineering and as if she were about to ascend the throne. She stood at the cave entrance, legs wide apart, one hand on her hip, the other casually stretching, her bones cracking like firecrackers. Then she snapped her fingers, the sound as crisp as thunder echoing through the silent forest, startling a flock of birds into a flurry of flight. "With my unparalleled skills in both medicine and poison, my next target must be something even more exciting than this—outer space! I can't suppress the 'adventure spirit' within me anymore, and I'm ready to embark on a crazy leveling-up and monster-hunting journey!" With that, she started humming a tune that seemed to have drifted off into the Milky Way at the top of her lungs. The singing was so loud it was practically "ear-piercing," and the small animals around her scurried away in fright. But she was completely absorbed in it, swaggering along the winding path with an air of nonchalance, muttering to herself, "If I could find a mysterious ruin filled with rare treasures, and sweep them all away like autumn leaves, wouldn't those so-called martial arts masters be green with envy, their teeth grinding together in a gnawing frenzy? Then, I'd stroll around in front of them for three hundred rounds, slowly showing off my treasures one by one, making them drool and stamp their feet in frustration before they were satisfied! Haha!"
Not far along, an old, quaint town came into view. At the town gate, several menacing-looking men surrounded an old woman selling vegetables, like a pack of wolves eyeing a lamb, cursing and swearing. The leader, a fat man, had a face as round as a millstone, his fleshy jaw jiggling, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine. He suddenly kicked over the vegetable stall, sending the greens and radishes scattering like startled rabbits. The old woman turned deathly pale, clutching her basket tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Luo Qingci's lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing her as an extremely cunning little fox: "Bullying the elderly? Isn't this just 'fun' delivered to my doorstep by heaven?! I'll teach you all a lesson today, making you cry for your parents and beg for mercy, so you'll truly know how powerful I am! I need to plan this carefully, to put on a spectacular 'punishment show,' to let them know why flowers are so red!" Her eyes darted around like radar, quickly scanning her surroundings, her wicked ideas popping out like popcorn: "I'll start by creating chaos, catching them off guard!"
In an instant, she switched into "drama queen" mode, her eyes reddening instantly, tears welling up like a flood about to burst its banks. She covered her head with her hands and took off running towards the burly men, her piercing screams tearing through the air: "Gentlemen, help! There's a murderous maniac chasing me! He says he's going to chop me into pieces and feed me to the pigs!" The men, startled by this sudden turn of events, trembled, frozen in place, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyes filled with terror, like a flock of startled quails. The fat man, feigning composure, swallowed hard, pounded his chest loudly, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't be afraid, young lady! With us brothers here, no maniac can run rampant here!"
Just then, Luo Qingci quietly pulled out a packet of specially made "itch powder" from the mysterious medicine pouch. This itchy powder was her masterpiece, meticulously crafted from various rare and unheard-of herbs. Just a tiny bit would guarantee to make you itch so badly you'd question your existence, wishing you could scratch your skin off. Crouching low, she moved with the agility of a thief waiting for its chance, and before anyone could react, she suddenly and lightly tossed it towards them.
In the blink of an eye, the burly men seemed to be under a strange spell, their bodies writhing with unbearable itching. They scratched wildly at themselves, their faces contorted in agony, yelling, "Ah, what's happening? It's so itchy! I feel like ants are crawling all over me, it hurts and itches!" The fat man cried out in terror, "Is that madman's doing? This is too eerie!" Luo Qingci chuckled to herself, her shoulders shaking like leaves, her smile barely contained, but she feigned fear, her voice trembling with tears, "Grandpa, I think you'd better run! He's incredibly powerful! He might catch up and wipe us all out in the next second!"
The burly men believed it and fled in terror, scrambling and crawling. They scratched themselves frantically as they ran, looking utterly pathetic, like a pack of stray dogs being chased by hunters. The old woman was moved to tears, her eyes brimming with gratitude. She grasped Luo Qingci's hand, her voice trembling, "Young lady, thank you so much! Otherwise, this old body of mine would really be done for today." Luo Qingci smiled and waved her hand, revealing two deep dimples on her face, as radiant as the warm spring sun. She said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, Grandma. You should go home now. If you ever encounter such scoundrels again, come find me! My name is Luo Qingci! Remember, I'm very powerful, I guarantee I can deal with them for you! If they dare to come back, I'll turn them into 'itching powder spokespeople,' so they can experience this tingling sensation every day!"
After resolving the matter, Luo Qingci strolled leisurely through the town. Suddenly, a commotion erupted from a roadside tavern, the noise like a pot exploding. Her curiosity was instantly ignited, her eyes lighting up like a cheetah spotting its prey, and she rushed inside impatiently.
In the center of the tavern, a burly man, as imposing as a small mountain, was slamming his fist on the table and shouting, "Whoever can withstand three of my moves today, this thousand taels of silver is theirs!" Beside him lay a chest full of silver, the gleaming silver gleaming alluringly under the lamplight, almost blinding to the eyes. This scene instantly drew a flurry of chatter from the surrounding crowd, like a swarm of buzzing bees.
Luo Qingci stroked her chin, secretly calculating in her mind: "This money seems easy to earn, but this big man can make such a fuss, he must be quite capable. I can't fight him head-on, I have to outsmart him. I need to use my brilliant and resourceful brain to come up with a brilliant way to secure this silver. If I can get the money without lifting a finger, that would be so satisfying! Ideally, I'd make this big man willingly hand over the money and be grateful to me!" Her eyes darted around like a cunning little fox, and a sly smile appeared on her face as she devised a plan.
She swayed her hips and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, I'm just a weak woman, naturally I can't withstand three moves from you. But I have a small request. How about this: I'll stand still, and you attack me. If you can touch a single hair on my head, I won't take a single tael of silver. But if you can't touch me, the silver is mine." Upon hearing this, the burly man burst into laughter, his belly jiggling like waves. He mocked, "Little girl, don't regret it! If I touch you later, don't cry. I might not even listen to you if you kneel down begging for mercy!"
The contest began with a loud shout from the burly man, the sound shaking the tables and chairs in the tavern. He hurled a punch at Luo Qingci, the force of the blow seeming to tear the air apart. But Luo Qingci remained calm and collected, like a nimble deer, deftly dodging to the side. The burly man missed, stumbling forward several steps, nearly falling to the ground, drawing laughter from the surrounding crowd that nearly lifted the roof off the tavern. Enraged, his face flushed crimson like a ripe tomato, almost dripping with blood. Then, like a raging bull, he unleashed a barrage of punches. But each time, Luo Qingci skillfully evaded them, as if playing hide-and-seek. It turned out that Luo Qingci had noticed that some of the wooden planks in the tavern floor were loose and had tampered with them beforehand. Each time the burly man attacked, these planks disrupted his balance, preventing him from even touching the hem of her clothes. While dodging, she deliberately teased, "Big brother, why are your punches so slow? Did you skip breakfast? How about I treat you to a good meal, and you can continue fighting after you've eaten your fill? Otherwise, these three moves aren't enough! If they're still so weak, I'm about to fall asleep! Are you putting on a slow-motion dance for me?"
After three moves, the burly man, panting heavily, collapsed to the ground like a dehydrated fish, sweat pouring down his forehead like beads from a broken string. Luo Qingci walked over with a grin, picked up the silver, which was heavy, making her arm sag, but her smile only grew brighter, her eyes narrowing into two crescent moons: "Thank you so much for your generosity, brother! I won't be polite with this silver! It's well spent, bringing me so much joy! If there are any more 'money-giving' events like this, remember to let me know first!" The burly man looked dejected, like a defeated rooster, hanging his head in defeat. He could only accept his fate, sitting on the ground, watching helplessly as Luo Qingci took the silver, his heart probably bleeding with regret for underestimating this seemingly delicate young girl.
Leaving the tavern, Luo Qingci was in high spirits, clutching a heavy wad of silver in her arms, feeling as if she owned the whole world. Humming a little tune, she continued on her way, gazing at the sky with anticipation: "What fun things await me at the next place? Let all the demons and monsters come at me! I, Luo Qingci, am not afraid! Maybe I'll even encounter a few more 'money-giving gods,' then I'll be rolling in riches! Then I'll buy a super luxurious castle, pile all this silver inside, and hire a bunch of servants to fuss over it every day—that kind of life sounds wonderful! I'll even hold a 'Most Powerful Martial Arts Tournament,' with myself as the referee, rewarding whoever wins, making them fight tooth and nail for the prize—haha, just thinking about it is hilarious!"