Su Bei stared fixedly at Jūn Wúxié.
He lowered his head to look at the bowl, which was cleaner than if a dog had licked it, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to say something...
Seeing this expression on Su Bei's face, Jūn Wúxié felt a wave of satisfaction rise from the bottom of his heart.
He picked a piece of chicken meat out from between his teeth and spat out the rather awkward chicken tail-end.
"Go ahead, say it. Why couldn't this chicken soup be drunk?"
"......"
Su Bei sighed, but as if suddenly thinking of something, a strange glint flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Jūn Wúxié with a bizarre expression.
Jūn Wúxié lifted the wine jar off the ground, looked at Su Bei's face—which seemed to contain a thousand unspoken words—and sized him up carefully.
Strange?
Why wasn't Fifth Senior Brother angry at all?
He had just drunk the Phoenix-Feather Big-Head Chicken Soup that he had carefully brewed!
Did he have nothing to say to him?
And why did that expression look so weird? It was almost as if he were pitying him!
"Wait, Fifth Senior Brother?"
"What is that look on your face?"
"I drank your chicken soup! The Phoenix-Feather Big-Head Chicken Soup! Aren't you angry at all? Aren't you upset at all?"
"......"
—Actually, at that very moment, Su Bei was pondering a deeply interesting philosophical question!
That is, based on his understanding, in the Xianxia world, no matter how advanced a poison was, it could always be neutralized—except for laxatives, which were completely incurable!
No matter what kind of martial arts master, what level of expert, once they took a laxative, there was no way to reverse it...
This question had troubled Su Bei for a long time, and he had always wanted to verify whether it was true or false.
And wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
Su Bei coughed lightly, casually found a small stool, and sat on it while holding the dead-drunk Xiao Ruoqing.
He looked at the Jūn Wúxié before him as if inspecting some rare and exotic specimen.
Up and down, front and back.
His gaze was exceedingly gentle.
Jūn Wúxié felt a bit creeped out by this gaze from Su Bei and instinctively took a step back.
He swallowed hard.
Fifth Senior Brother is acting abnormal!
Fifth Senior Brother's brain is broken!
Why does this look in his eyes seem so ambiguous?
The setting sun sank into the west, and the night moon had already arrived.
At first, the moon looked faint and hazy, but gradually it grew bright and clear, with dancing shadows swirling within, making the elegant moon appear pure and translucent.
When the moon reached the dead center of the sky, above and below, there was only this jade moon, standing supreme, with nothing else alongside it.
Su Bei sat upright on the stool, looking with eager anticipation at Jūn Wúxié, who was holding the wine jar in a daze.
—Grumble.
Jūn Wúxié's stomach began to growl.
A faint, foul stench drifted through the air.
Jūn Wúxié's expression changed drastically. He grabbed his stomach with both hands, and cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.
Inside his body, it felt as though a massive vortex was fiercely churning his intestines.
It was like falling into an abyss; he couldn't help but feel a chilling spasm in his lower regions.
Damn it!
This... this chicken soup had something in it that shouldn't have been there!
With a trembling voice, Jūn Wúxié pointed a shaking finger at Su Bei:
"The chicken soup... the chicken soup is poisoned!"
"......"
Su Bei nodded very earnestly.
"Yes, there's laxative in it."
"Senior Brother, not only did you refuse to give me this Water of Life, but you actually tricked me into drinking a laxative! You......"
"Junior Brother, as your older brother, I didn't trick you. I warned you several times."
"Am I going to die?"
"Should be fine, but you might be shitting your pants for a few days."
"Oh."
"......"
The air fell somewhat quiet.
This must have been done on purpose by Su Bei!
He was taking revenge on me!
He was plotting against me!
It was definitely because I didn't help speak up for him in the main hall and pretended to be dead. How could this petty-minded person be so despicable, shameless, treacherous, and willful......
Fifth Senior Brother, oh, Fifth Senior Brother!
I'll remember this grudge!
Jūn Wúxié took a deep breath, then turned around, intending to find a spot right here on Bujian Peak to relieve himself!
—Grumble, grumble.
His stomach let out another violent rumble.
The intense, agonizing conflict abruptly halted Jūn Wúxié's forward stride.
Jūn Wúxié lowered his head, closed his eyes, and then tentatively glanced at the frowning Su Bei, saying slowly:
"Senior Brother... I'm betting that was just a fart."
"......"
Su Bei looked at Jūn Wúxié with a blank expression:
"If you dare to spray your filthy discharge anywhere on Bujian Peak—"
"I assure you, your end will be most graceful."
"......"
Su Bei's expression was very calm.
The moonlight over Bujian Peak was very calm.
The fallen leaves beside the Thatch Cottage were very calm.
Jūn Wúxié's stomach was very calm.
Xiao Ruoqing, nestled in Su Bei's arms, seemed to feel a trace of coldness. She curled her body and burrowed deeper into Su Bei's embrace.
Her cherry lips parted and closed, muttering a few words in her sleep:
"Hehe, Master."
"Master is so big......"
Su Bei: "?"
Jūn Wúxié: "?"
—Pfft.
The distant and prolonged sound of a deflating balloon drifted faintly around the Thatch Cottage.
Accompanying it was a violent, foul stench mixed with goodness knows what.
Xiao Ruoqing's parting and closing lips snapped shut. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her petite, upturned nose crinkled.
Her arms, hanging down limply and unconsciously, instinctively rose to cover her nose.
Jūn Wúxié clamped his legs tightly together, shrank his neck, and cast a shifty, bashful glance at Su Bei with an awkward smile:
"Senior Brother, that really was just a fart......"
Su Bei sneered, stood up, and delivered a kick.
He watched Jūn Wúxié soar into the distance across the sky like a parabola.
Then he looked at the wine jar at his feet.
After a moment of thought, he delivered another kick.
The jar soared gracefully through the air, searching for its master.
"Don't go trashing my Bujian Peak."
"......"
At the foot of Bujian Peak, all the disciples stared in utter shock as the Sixth Elder was kicked flying by Su Bei.
He streaked across the vault of heaven like a shooting star.
Wherever he passed, a faint, foul stench lingered in his wake.
"Who was that? How could someone as gentle as the Fifth Elder kick him out like that?"
"This... this looks like the Sixth Elder!"
"Why does it smell so bad? Did you smell that?"
"It kind of smells like that stuff..."
"Does the Sixth Elder go eat shit every day?"
"I'm going to puke! It's so disgusting!"
"The Fifth Elder is really gentle, you know. It must be that the Sixth Elder wanted to go find the Fifth Elder after eating shit, so the Fifth Elder kicked him flying..."
"......"
Bujian Peak, Thatch Cottage.
Su Bei sniffed the lingering, faint stench still hanging in the air and slowly let out a sigh.
Still, his earlier hypothesis had truly and solidly been verified!
"Well, laxatives are lethal poison."
"Incurable."
"However... they say those down-and-out, wine-loving uncles with scrambled brains are all hidden masters?"
"I'll find time to test that out."
Then, he looked with a headache at the disciple in his arms.
How on earth was he supposed to deal with this drunk disciple?
He had been too busy taking her as a disciple, and his Bujian Peak was barren, with only this single Thatch Cottage—where was she supposed to sleep?
It seemed that besides worrying about the sect's recruitment gathering a month from now, he would also have to seriously teach this disciple!
"What's good to teach her?"
"It's too late tonight. Tomorrow I'll go take a look at the Sword Hidden Pavilion."
"I must carefully pick a good one for this fine disciple of mine—let's pick one that's half-broken and half-crippled."
"She's a genius anyway, she can learn anything!"