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Chapter 127: Love Grows Over Time (Part 2)
Sometimes, it’s hard to tell whether it’s the man who is foolish or the woman who is sincere.
When Yang Ying and Han Ling completely changed their attitudes towards Wei Yuan, he initially felt shocked. He was afraid that his relationship with the two girls would become increasingly complicated, as he knew they were both good women who should not be hurt.
Having successfully established a relationship with Lan Xue, he realized that maintaining this ambiguous state with the two girls would inevitably lead to a fiery situation. How could he handle all three of them?
This was a very conscientious thought from one side; Wei Yuan even felt quite noble, almost like a model man of the new era.
However, on the other hand, he couldn’t shake off his pride as a man. Seeing several girls suddenly change their attitudes towards him, even becoming overly intimate and ambiguous, made him feel quite satisfied.
Even a pig would want to be the most favored by the sow. For women, their charm is determined by how many people turn their heads while walking down the street.
For men, it’s about how many girls like him and how many times he can attract attention in bed; that is naturally a reflection of his charm.
At this moment, Wei Yuan couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of confidence. Previously, he envied those men surrounded by Peach Blossom Luck, but now he found himself in such good fortune as well, and it came all at once, leaving him dazed.
Some overly proud men in such situations might even start to consider themselves as love gods.
“Poison me to death?” Wei Yuan asked.
In truth, he wanted to think, "Would you dare?" But he could only keep such thoughts to himself. If he were to say it out loud, it would seem too frivolous and could easily lead to trouble.
“You don’t believe me?” Yang Ying laughed.
Her smile was as stunning as a hundred flowers blooming simultaneously. Wei Yuan looked at her and said, “I believe you. However, there are only three of us in this room. If you poison me to death, how will you escape the consequences?”
Wei Yuan noticed that although their conversation was somewhat strange, it essentially resembled the playful banter between couples in love or happily married partners, filled with a familiar teasing tone.
It is like some women in love who ask their men, "If I fell into the sea with your mother, who would you save first?"
This is a rather foolish question, but most smart men would tell her, "Actually, I can't swim."
Or some men joke with their wives, "When I have money, I'll change the house, change the car, and then change my wife too."
In essence, it's the same; when a couple's relationship reaches a certain point, even all the nonsense can be quite satisfying.
Wei Yuan and Yang Ying may not have a deep emotional bond, but they have shared experiences of being chased a few times. Although the reason for these pursuits was always related to the Medicine King Divine Canon in Yang Ying's possession, Wei Yuan often couldn't be of much help.
However, women's psychology is strange; when they encounter danger and have a man by their side facing it with them, they can easily fall in love with that man, even if they are strong-willed themselves. This applies equally to Yang Ying and Yuan Ziyi.
Upon hearing Wei Yuan's words, Yang Ying smiled even brighter. Looking at Wei Yuan, she suddenly found him quite adorable: "My potion is colorless and tasteless; even if tested, nothing can be detected."
"But if I were poisoned to death, I would still show some symptoms, right?" Wei Yuan retorted.
The man and woman argued like two children over this somewhat trivial hypothetical topic, neither willing to back down.
Yang Ying played with the black bottle in her hand while looking at Wei Yuan, making him feel a bit uneasy: "The poison from Purple Robe Pavilion doesn't necessarily kill someone immediately; the timing of death can be calculated based on the dosage."
"Is it really that amazing?" Wei Yuan asked in surprise.
Yang Ying continued to explain with a smile. Hearing that Wei Yuan was interested in medicine made her very happy. Regardless of his identity, as a disciple of a medical sect with a history of thousands of years, she appreciated anyone interested in medicine.
The most direct way to spark his interest was to tell him about the benefits of learning it. For example, knowing how to kill someone without leaving a trace is one of the greatest advantages: "It's not that simple; some medicines don't kill but can make life worse than death. For instance, there are drugs specifically designed to torment someone's mind—keeping you awake at night, causing frequent urination, making your heart feel like it's being cut..."
After listing many things, Yang Ying focused on a certain part of Wei Yuan's body submerged in the wooden tub and said: "It could even prevent you from being able to perform as a man."
"Is there really such a magical thing? I really want to learn it, please teach me."
Wei Yuan looked like a child who had found something new and exciting, his expression particularly adorable, making Yang Ying want to reach out and touch his face.
However, one unappealing aspect was that in his excitement, he stood up from the medicinal bath, holding Yang Ying's hand with great enthusiasm. Yet, Yang Ying noticed that Wei Yuan was only wearing a very sheer and transparent pair of underwear, which was already quite light in color. After getting wet, it was faintly revealing a hint of male anatomy.
Upon seeing this scene, the smile on Yang Ying's face froze; it was clear that their relationship had not yet reached the level of being seen naked by each other. A glint of danger flashed in her eyes.
"Don't challenge my limits of patience," Yang Ying threatened through gritted teeth.
Seeing her expression, Wei Yuan immediately thought of Yang Ying's famous song: "Cut the chicken, cut the chicken, no more worries..."
He quickly covered himself with his hands and dove back into the wooden tub. Seeing his reaction, Yang Ying felt that it was truly an unintentional mistake and turned to leave. However, she did so with a flushed face full of embarrassment, unfortunately missing the chance for Wei Yuan to see it.
If his cousin Xie Ge saw Wei Yuan like this, he would probably regret telling him about Xu Feng's whereabouts.
Ever since learning about Xu Feng's location, Wei Yuan hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep. He had been running around hoping to find an opportunity to take down Xu Feng once and for all.
Adding to that was the fight from earlier; although Wei Yuan had been unconscious for four hours, that state did not equate to mental recovery. Now, as he soaked in the warm medicinal bath, surrounded by herbs and an unknown powder added by Yang Ying, it seemed to be reacting.
Wei Yuan felt those herbs beginning to dissolve in the water and release heat that washed over his body. The warmth enveloped him entirely; he even sensed a small amount of Spiritual Energy in his Dantian rolling around as if attracted to this heat.
The herbal powder diluted in the water continuously generated warmth, nourishing Wei Yuan's body, particularly flowing towards his Dantian area.
This nourishing warmth made Wei Yuan feel extremely comfortable. He simply focused his consciousness on controlling the small amount of Spiritual Energy in his Dantian, actively allowing both to interact and produce effects.
Although Wei Yuan knew that a simple medicinal bath once every half month was unlikely to have much effect, as the saying goes, "the poor focus on literature while the rich focus on martial arts." In the past, martial artists often indulged in expensive medicinal herbs as if they were daily meals, mixing them into their baths. Such extravagance was something Wei Yuan could not afford.
The previous medicinal baths had clearly not been very effective. Wei Yuan felt that it must be due to the larger dosage of the medicinal powder from the black bottle that Yang Ying had added this time, which was why the effects were more pronounced.
"Really comfortable."
Wei Yuan sighed as he soaked in the wooden tub. He had been overly fatigued lately and had not had a chance to rest properly.
This time, Wei Yuan had figured out why the heat reacted with the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian; both aimed to nourish the body.
However, the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian was evidently more domineering. Although it had enhanced his physical qualities all at once, this also meant that his body could not endure prolonged exertion, leading to feelings of fatigue and weakness.
In contrast, the medicinal bath prepared by Yang Ying clearly had a milder effect, requiring long-term nourishment to be effective. A short-term medicinal bath could only serve one purpose: to eliminate fatigue.
This was exactly what Wei Yuan wanted. In fact, he had already made significant improvements in his overall physical condition, thanks in part to the Spiritual Energy absorbed from items like the vase Jade. It was this nourishment from Spiritual Energy that had suddenly enhanced Wei Yuan's combat capabilities.
Thus, he had the confidence to challenge three skilled opponents at once. However, after all that exertion, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and it was at this moment that Yang Ying's medicinal bath began to take effect.
Leaning against the edge of the wooden tub, Wei Yuan closed his eyes and relaxed, allowing the heat from the bath to nourish every vein in his body. After circulating through him, all the heat gradually dissipated when it reached the position of his Dantian.
"Hey, are you done playing? Aren't you going to eat?"
Wei Yuan felt comfortable soaking in the large tub. The doors and windows of the bathroom were closed, and with the effects of Yang Ying's black bottle of medicinal powder, the heat in the tub had been maintained for over twenty minutes. So Wei Yuan didn't pay much attention at first.
After standing up and looking for a towel to dry himself off, Wei Yuan got dressed and went to the living room. He found a rich spread of dishes already laid out on the dining table, many of which looked freshly made.
"Han Ling, you’ve worked hard. Thank you."
Wei Yuan did not want to be a human test subject, but he was somewhat touched by Han Ling taking the initiative to cook for herself. Moreover, this woman had just begun to interact with him, the only man in her life, which was a good start.
If at this moment, Wei Yuan started to distance himself from her or even treated her coldly, wouldn't that once again hurt her already fragile heart?
Although Wei Yuan fundamentally disliked women like Han Ling, who had very weak emotional resilience, she had endured double blows yet still retained a bit of the delicate demeanor reminiscent of Lin Daiyu.
In this world, there are always cases of extreme mental and emotional fragility, such as the woman who caused a scene at the airport after missing her flight, or the Scholars who committed suicide after failing their college entrance exams, or the Black-Clad Man who, after failing an assassination attempt and being teased by Wei Yuan, resorted to acting like a rogue.
Their inherent fragility was far beyond what an ordinary person like Wei Yuan could comprehend. However, regarding Han Ling, he believed she was not originally such a woman; it was just that the burns on her face, Ma Teng's change of attitude, and her friends' ridicule had caused her significant harm.
"No need to thank me, just eat," she said, although there was no smile on her face, her expression was already very kind.
Wei Yuan looked at her and simply felt that this woman was quite pitiful. She came from a wealthy family; her mother was the Boss of a chain beauty salon, and her father was the leader of a thousand-year-old medical sect.
Even without the protection of the Purple Robe Marquis, the money her mother earned would have been enough for her to live very comfortably. Yet she did not exhibit the demeanor of a wealthy young lady and maintained that gentle and virtuous disposition.
Such a woman, aside from the scars on her face, was undoubtedly a suitable choice for a wife. Wei Yuan could only sigh for Ma Teng: this guy really missed out.
Since his father's death and the upheaval in his family, Wei Yuan had not had the chance to enjoy a home-cooked meal for several months. Recently, both of his housemates, Yang Ying and Han Ling, had started to be willing to cook for him.
This made Wei Yuan very happy. Since leaving home, he had been eating fast food outside. Although convenient, it never compared to the taste of home-cooked meals.
On the dining table were four dishes and a soup. Although none were expensive dishes, Wei Yuan found them very appetizing because he sensed a taste of home.
"When was the last time you ate? I really suspect you starved to death in your last life," Yang Ying mocked Wei Yuan.
Who made him stand up and bully others right after taking a medicinal bath? Although Yang Ying looked mature, with a charming and sexy appearance, and was very independent, she was actually only in her twenties, at the prime age of a blossoming young woman.
So as she became more familiar with Wei Yuan, and their relationship grew closer, Yang Ying began to speak more freely with him.
Wei Yuan really couldn't think of a reason to refute her because, in fact, he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice for four consecutive days. Plus, the dishes on the table were very much to his liking, making him feel like Stephen Chow entering the fragrant courtyard in "Nine-Rank Sesame Official."
It had been a long time since he had a meal that suited his taste. Now that he finally had the chance, Wei Yuan naturally embraced it wholeheartedly. In a whirlwind of eating, he devoured quite a bit of food at an astonishing speed, leaving both girls dumbfounded; it seemed he was just short of picking up the plate to take a few bites.
"Who told you to make food that tastes better than yours? I can't help it," Wei Yuan said after filling his stomach and finally began to counterattack Yang Ying.
"Is my cooking bad?" Yang Ying raised an eyebrow, clearly disdainful. She had always prided herself on her culinary skills and didn't expect to be criticized by Wei Yuan like this.
"Hehe, it's just average," Wei Yuan replied with a smile. "It's only slightly less tasty."
In fact, Yang Ying's cooking skills were superior to Han Ling's. However, her dishes focused too much on presentation and flavor and lacked the homely essence that Han Ling's cooking had. Wei Yuan appreciated both styles but couldn't help being youthful and spirited; after being teased by Yang Ying, he naturally had to retaliate.
"You've got guts; just wait and see how I train you later," Yang Ying said, cracking her knuckles.
At that moment, Wei Yuan remembered that after dinner and enough rest, he would have to prepare for another round of devilish training from Yang Ying. It definitely wasn't wise to offend her now; if she took this opportunity to settle scores, wouldn't he be in trouble?
After all, how could the ancients leave behind the saying: "Only women are difficult to raise"?
One must never offend people, especially those incredibly fierce women.
At this time, Wei Yuan also wanted to summarize this experience for future generations like the ancients did. About three hours after finishing dinner, Wei Yuan began to undergo the second round of devilish training.
"Don't you want to learn medicine? Then right after dinner, the first thing we need to train is your ability to identify herbs," Yang Ying said.
"No problem."
Wei Yuan responded casually, but as he continued, he felt a deep sense of regret, akin to that of the Island Nation regretting its surprise attack on Pearl Harbor—regret that penetrated to the bone.
"Given the limited conditions, let's change the identification of herbs to identifying finished medicines."
After Yang Ying finished speaking, she ran into the room and pulled out a box, taking out a dozen bottles of different colors: "Each bottle contains a type of medicine, and each type is made from many substances."
"Oh."
Yang Ying angrily said, "Oh your head! Hurry up and go over to smell each one, then tell me the ingredients inside."
"What kind of joke is this? I only recognize a few types of herbs."
Han Ling watched Wei Yuan's predicament from the side and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"I told you to smell it, so hurry up and do it. Your master wouldn't harm you, would she? Do you not want to learn anymore?"
At this moment, Yang Ying was acting like a master. Wei Yuan cautiously leaned over and opened the first white bottle. He chose this one because it was translucent.
From the outside, he could see some large pills inside. It seemed there shouldn't be any problem. Since he had just offended Yang Ying verbally, he had to be wary of her setting a trap for him.
After all, Wei Yuan always believed in the saying: The more attractive and beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive.
Wei Yuan thought of various possibilities; perhaps the medicine in this bottle would self-explode upon contact with air, or maybe it would stick to his hands at the slightest touch, or perhaps just smelling it would knock him out.
Considering these possibilities, Wei Yuan could only be cautious. He slowly wrapped his hand with his sleeve and opened the bottle. To his surprise, there was no issue. He recalled Yang Ying's instructions: "Lean over and smell the ingredients inside carefully."
"Are you really going to lean in and smell it? Do you think I'm a child?"
Wei Yuan certainly wasn't that foolish, but he still had his moments of naivety. It was far too easy for Yang Ying, a girl who grew up surrounded by the scent of herbs, to set a trap for Wei Yuan in this regard.
"Are you really okay?"
Wei Yuan felt something was off, but he wouldn't actually lean in to smell it. He decisively chose to jump back, only to realize that Yang Ying had already taken Han Ling and run off.
"I fell for her trap again."
Although Wei Yuan didn't know what had gone wrong, he could tell from Yang Ying's reaction that it wasn't a good sign.
At that moment, only the cuff of his sleeve had brushed against the bottle cap, but in the blink of an eye, he noticed that the cap contained some strange substance that began to dissolve his sleeve upon contact.
Just a moment ago, Wei Yuan had used his other hand to pat out a small flame on his sleeve, thinking everything was fine. However, he soon realized that a terrible stench was coming from his hand.
"Master, I was wrong! My underwear is ruined!" Wei Yuan nearly dropped to his knees in despair.
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