The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife

Yun Wenjing glanced at Jun Hongbo, who had fallen into a deep sleep. He set aside the ancient text he had been reading and cast his doubtful eyes on Xi Yue.

If he was right, the effects of the drug should have started to take effect, right? Why did Xi Yue seem to have no reaction at all?

He glanced over his shoulder toward Mi Xuan’s seat, only to find her staring intently at the podium, listening with rapt attention. Was she even taking notes?

Indeed, Mi Xuan had completely pushed aside thoughts of the medicine and the prank on the instructor, fully absorbed in the lecture now.

She realized that the topic Xi Yue was discussing was an extremely rare mixed poison that happened to be directly related to her antidote.

Moreover, the preparation of this poison was surprisingly simple—Aconite, Rootless Flower, Frostfruit… all of these were basic spiritual herbs that were easy to find.

In the past, Mi Xuan had always thought that these low-grade spiritual herbs could only be used to concoct inferior poisons.

However, as Xi Yue explained, she discovered that the properties of these medicines were much more complicated than she had imagined. When combined in pairs—or even in threes or fours—and carefully processed with special techniques, they could produce truly unique effects.

So, this is how spiritual herbs can be used. They aren’t refined into pills but dried and brewed directly.

Mi Xuan was completely captivated, wishing she had brought her recording stone with her—if she had, she would’ve recorded the entire lesson.

Meng Zisu, sitting behind her, nudged her and whispered, “What’s going on, Mi Xuan? An hour has already passed, and that guy still hasn’t reacted at all?”

Mi Xuan felt annoyed as her study was interrupted, and a tight pain came from her chest, which made her cough a few times.

But soon, her expression shifted to one of shock as she stared, wide-eyed, at the young man on stage, who was still calmly continuing his lecture.

That’s right. The effects of the drug she concorted should have kicked in by now. So why is the instructor showing no reaction at all?

Two hours passed quickly. Xi Yue tapped on the array and announced, “That’s all for today’s lesson. Don’t forget to complete the assignments I’ve given. Any failure to do so will have consequences.”

After saying that, Xi Yue walked out of the teaching building, disregarding everyone’s reaction.

As soon as Xi Yue left, everyone in the classroom looked at each other in shock, and none of them could come back to their senses.

In the heavy silence that followed, Bai Ruohuan suddenly erupted, his voice full of fury. “Xi Yue, you’re dead! I swear, we’re enemies for life!” He paused, then winced in pain. “Ouch~“

No sooner had he finished shouting than Bai Ruohuan let out a pained howl, clutching his waist and groaning in agony.

After keeping his legs propped up on the table for two whole hours, it was no surprise that his whole body felt sore and stiff.

Yun Wenjing was both exasperated and amused. After calling over a doctor to treat Bai Ruohuan, he frowned and asked, “Ruohuan, your cultivation has already reached the early level of the Soul Splitting Stage, hasn’t it?”

Bai Ruohuan nodded with a grimace and stretched his body several times before he felt the stiffness and numbness subsided.

“What happened just now? You couldn’t move. Were you poisoned?”

Bai Ruohuan thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. It felt like my spiritual energy was cut off by some force, leaving me completely paralyzed. But as time passed, that force weakened, and eventually, it just disappeared.”

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