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The junior disciple fainted at the very beginning, so he only inhaled a small amount of the foul toxic gas. The main reason for his unconsciousness was still the wound on his neck; excessive blood loss combined with infection led to his condition. Old Qiao had used saliva to disinfect it, and that was essentially the end of the treatment.
A Li's situation was much more dangerous. Her face was as pale as paper, with dark circles around her lips, eye sockets, and between her eyebrows. Her pulse was erratic, her breath weak, and her limbs felt limp and powerless, though her joints were stiff, indicating a deeper level of poisoning.
I reflexively reached for my staff, intending to use the Xue Du on her. My senior sister grabbed my hand firmly. "What are you doing?"
"I..." I hesitated, looking into her eyes. I suddenly couldn't bring myself to say anything that would worry her, but A Li needed saving. In an instant, I weighed my options; saving her was paramount, so I steeled myself and pleaded, "Just this once, I can save her."
My senior sister suddenly tightened her grip, pinching the wound on my left hand. The pain made me cry out in surprise. She sneered, "Save her? Hmph... You should take care of yourself first!"
"But—" Before I could finish my sentence, she pinched my palm again hard enough to make tears nearly spring from my eyes.
Instinctively, I turned to Old Qiao for help. To my dismay, he seemed to sense the situation was dire and avoided making eye contact with me while nonchalantly humming a tune: "The woman down the mountain is a tiger; she looks quite cute..." It infuriated me to the point where I almost wanted to strangle him!
Of course, my senior sister wouldn’t truly harm me. Seeing that I had stopped insisting on using Xue Du to save A Li, she released my arm and pointed her chin at Old Qiao. "Isn't this old man supposed to know how to detoxify?"
Old Qiao paused for a moment upon hearing this and then slapped his forehead. "Oh dear! So that's how it is—using poison against poison!"
With this prompt from Old Qiao, I began to understand as well. The foul toxic gas he had inhaled earlier reacted in some subtle way with the Corpse Poison he later encountered here, inducing vomiting and expelling the residual toxins from his body. Naturally, he would wake up.
Such a scenario where one toxin reacts with another to create a positive effect is actually quite rare; most of the time, different toxins in the body only lead to cumulative reactions that worsen the condition.
The Frugivorous Civet here was unusually large and emitted not only toxic but also extremely potent gases. It was likely raised on solid meat, causing its internal stagnation of energy to share similarities with Corpse Poison but not be entirely identical. This resulted in that peculiar "negative turning positive" effect.
I said, "But now there's a problem. The Qiao Master only reacted after waking up naturally and inhaling the Corpse Poison, but A Li has been in a state of shock. The longer this drags on, the deeper the toxic gas accumulates in her body, and the less chance she has of waking up. If this vicious cycle continues, I'm afraid A Li... won't have much time left."
My senior sister smiled and said, "Isn't this easy to solve?" With that, she flicked her Nine-Tailed Whip forward, snagging the corpse with its brain matter spilling out. With a sharp twist, she decapitated it and dragged the head over to A Li's feet.
In a series of swift movements that seemed to blend into one another in less than a second, a nauseating stench surged into the air, nearly choking us.
Old Qiao immediately covered the lower half of his face with his arm and looked at my senior sister with wide eyes. "A Si Girl, you’re not... planning to shove that thing into my sister's mouth, are you?"
My senior sister covered her mouth and nose and pointed sideways at Old Qiao. "Not me, it's you."
Old Qiao was taken aback, speechless. He had always regarded A Li as his younger sister, and now he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He swallowed hard but still felt utterly disgusted. After mustering all his strength to suppress his nausea, he approached the head and looked around it but couldn't find a place to grab hold.
I said, "Isn't this... too disgusting? To make A Li eat this? We can’t even stand watching!"
My senior sister insisted, "The human brain is a concentration area for Corpse Poison. This person just died not long ago; the toxins are still potent and perfect for detoxification. Old man, hurry up!" She kicked Old Qiao in the lower back, causing him to stumble and fall onto the head with a loud wail.
When I peeked through my arms, I saw Old Qiao's face land right in the gaping mouth of the head. He tried to pull away while hugging it with both hands, but the head had completely distorted in shape. Old Qiao let out a few groans but couldn't pull his face out.
At that moment, my senior sister kicked Lao Qi's back. Old Qiao yelped as he tumbled forward with both himself and the head crashing down on A Li, pinning her underneath. The grotesque head landed squarely on A Li's face, splattering her with a mixture resembling red-and-white tofu pudding.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer; I turned away as my stomach churned violently, nearly making me vomit.
Though my senior sister's reasoning was sound, there were at least five fresh corpses around us; we could easily find one that wasn’t so disgusting for A Li’s detoxification. Ultimately, it seemed she had her own agenda against A Li while simultaneously dealing with Old Qiao.
I silently made a decision. Just like Senior Sister and Master Yue, she was always ruthless in her actions, so I must never offend her. This time it was brain matter; next time, who knows, it could be something worse!
At that moment, A Li suddenly coughed twice, as if waking up. I quickly moved Old Qiao aside, suppressing my nausea as I wiped my hands haphazardly across A Li's face. I then discarded the blood-soaked bandage from my hands and helped A Li sit up. "A Li... A Li?"
A Li grimaced in disgust, slowly opening her eyes. Suddenly, she pursed her lips and turned to spit out a large puddle of black blood. Her pale face gradually regained some color. " Brother Qian Yi... why does it smell so bad?"
At that moment, Old Qiao finally pulled himself out of the "brain," his face covered in a mix of red and white brain matter and nerve tissue, looking as if he had just crawled out of a cesspit. The stench was unbearable; it could make someone sick just from the smell.
An idea struck me. Holding my nose, I pointed disdainfully at Old Qiao. A Li took me seriously and covered half her face in disgust. "Qiao Brother, what are you doing?"
Old Qiao paused for a moment, about to explain himself when he saw my gesture and quickly changed his words. "I... was just researching."
Senior Sister, who had been watching all this unfold, let out a cold "hum," but didn't say anything further, likely not wanting to stoop to our level.
I then briefly explained Old Qiao's account and my speculations to A Li. Just then, our junior brother also woke up. I let them each add their thoughts to see if there was anything we had missed.
After thinking for a moment, our junior brother said, "I think I know where Zhao Qian went." (To be continued.)
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