Originally, the Poison Hand Medicine Saint thought Ji Mo was someone of consequence and held him in high regard.
Now, learning that the other party was merely an insignificant nobody, a mere nobody, who dared to put on airs in front of him, he could no longer tolerate it and intended to kill him.
"Forget it, I don't want a grandson as old and ugly as you."
Ji Mo said with disgust, not wanting to take advantage of an old man.
"What, scared? Afraid of death?"
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint continued to mock, thinking Ji Mo was guilty.
He had seen plenty of such young people who only talked big and had no ability.
Every time he encountered such a person, he would teach them a harsh lesson and make them pay a heavy price.
He, the Poison Hand Medicine Saint, loved nothing more than to slap the faces of those who pretended to be great.
"Ji, if you have the guts, accept the wager from Senior Medicine Saint. If you win, I'll give you five million immortal crystals. If you lose, you just need to return the previous IOU."
Ximen Yaoqing also egged him on, wanting to trick Ji Mo into a bet.
This was a sure win, so he deliberately set a large stake to lure Ji Mo into falling for it.
"Alas, life is so helpless! You two are really out of your minds. One insists on being my grandson, and the other insists on stuffing money into my pocket."
Ji Mo sighed, feeling that at this point, there was no reason not to agree.
Seeing that the three had made a bet, Chi Qingying asked with some concern, "Are you really confident you can detoxify my mother without the mermaid's heart blood?"
If he couldn't do it, the price would be his life, and Chi Qingying didn't want Ji Mo to take such a risk.
Madam Chi glanced at the Poison Hand Medicine Saint and fell into thought.
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint had just said that if Ji Mo couldn't do it, he would personally taste the poison. This implied that the Poison Hand Medicine Saint possessed the poison.
Madam Chi had inexplicably been poisoned, and now, upon learning that the Poison Hand Medicine Saint possessed the poison, she naturally made a connection.
"Nephew, you have to believe your second uncle, he's amazing."
Bonny spoke, choosing to believe Ji Mo unconditionally.
Even the Six-Eyed Demonic Bone Fish, an immortal creature, was killed by Ji Mo with two punches. She believed that Ji Mo might indeed have a way to cure the poison.
"What did you say? Believe me or not, I'll steam you tonight."
Chi Qingying couldn't stand Bonny's aunt-like tone. This mermaid was clearly a young girl, yet she wanted to be an elder. This was outrageous.
Seeing that the two were about to clash, Xia Wan'er quickly pulled Chi Qingying, and Ji Mo also grabbed Bonny's little tail, separating them.
"Why?"
Ximen Yaoqing was furious.
They were both pretty boys, so why was Ji Mo loved by everyone, while he was beaten by everyone? It was too unfair.
His resentment towards Ji Mo deepened.
"Kid, start the detoxification."
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint urged, already eager to see Ji Mo fail so he could stomp him into the ground and rub him vigorously.
Ji Mo said nothing more and immediately took Madam Chi's pulse, examining her body.
"Hmm, strange, something seems wrong."
After a thorough examination, Ji Mo discovered something amiss. Madam Chi was not poisoned by ordinary poison, but by a mixture of other toxins.
Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of the Poison Hand Medicine Saint's pupils. He hadn't expected Ji Mo to have some real skill, to have discovered the truth so quickly.
Madam Chi was indeed not poisoned by ordinary poison, but by a special poison that he had modified and upgraded.
The reason for this was to prevent the Chi family from finding the mermaid's heart blood and successfully detoxifying it.
With the special poison configured by the Poison Hand Medicine Saint, even with the mermaid's heart blood, it would be impossible to completely remove it.
The sea tribes cooperated with him with the intention of using this special poison to coerce some people into submission.
Cui Niang asked anxiously with a worried look, "Mr. Ji, can the poison in the Madam be cured?"
"Hmph, if you're incapable of detoxifying, don't make any lame excuses. You have no chance to go back on your word with me."
Ximen Yaoqing began to show a triumphant smile, believing that Ji Mo was clearly incapable.
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint let out a sinister laugh, "Kid, kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps I'll be in a good mood and won't feed you the poison, giving you a chance to survive."
He believed that Ji Mo had some genuine skill in medicine and intended to force him to submit and become a loyal dog by his side.
"Who says I can't detoxify? I just think it's a little troublesome."
Ji Mo let out a sigh, "Originally, it would only take a small pill to fix it, but now it will probably take a large pill."
As soon as he said this, the entire place fell silent.
It was just the size of the pill, what kind of trouble was that?
"Mr. Ji, are you planning to refine pills? What kind of immortal herbs and spiritual medicines do you need? I'll have someone prepare them for you right away."
Madam Chi spoke, intending to fully support Ji Mo.
This was because she no longer trusted the Poison Hand Medicine Saint and Ximen Yaoqing.
"Heart-piercing lotus, great green leaves, indigo, polygonum..."
Ji Mo recited a string of medicinal names and the required quantities on the spot.
To everyone's surprise, most of these were ordinary herbs, and a few special spiritual herbs were also cheap, not worth many immortal crystals.
"As expected of a quack doctor, probably never seen the world."
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint couldn't help but sneer. If Ji Mo used some extremely rare detoxifying immortal medicines, it could still inhibit the poison and have some therapeutic effect.
But now, he was using only inferior detoxifying medicinal materials. Wasn't this just fooling around?
He was certain that Ji Mo was just a good-for-nothing.
"The family's treasury stores many immortal medicines. How about I slowly introduce you to some useful ones?"
Chi Qingying quickly offered, wanting to help Ji Mo.
If she didn't believe in Ji Mo's character, she would have thought Ji Mo was just fooling around.
Using such common medicinal materials to treat the poison, perhaps even a Medicine God might not be able to do it.
Ji Mo said, "The medicinal materials are not about being precious or not, as long as they are the right medicine for the condition."
Cui Niang quickly brought all the medicinal materials Ji Mo needed, and even brought a silver-white pill furnace, which was a top-grade immortal artifact, capable of increasing the success rate and efficacy of pill refining by nearly twenty percent.
"Do you want me to lend you a better quality pill refining furnace? Otherwise, I'm afraid the pills you refine will be ineffective, and you'll blame the furnace."
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint feigned generosity, waiting to see Ji Mo make a fool of himself.
With these medicinal materials, even with a divine pill refining furnace, it would be impossible to refine a pill that could cure the poison.
Therefore, the Poison Hand Medicine Saint believed he had won for sure.
"It's not that troublesome, I can just rub it casually."
Ji Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need a pill furnace and started rubbing the medicinal balls with his hands.
This operation stunned everyone.
Was it that perfunctory?
Even the worst quack doctor knew to use a vessel to pound medicine, what sense did it make to rub it directly?
"Hahaha..."
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint and Ximen Yaoqing couldn't help but burst into laughter, thinking Ji Mo was a clown who came to entertain.
However, their laughter soon came to an abrupt halt, as if a duck had its neck squeezed.
"This, how is this possible."
The two stared intently at Ji Mo's hands, their faces filled with shock.
"Such skilled craftsmanship!"
Chi Qingying and Xia Wan'er were dumbfounded, and couldn't help but swallow.
They saw Ji Hanhan move his left hand and right hand in a slow motion, his left hand drawing yin, his right hand embracing yang, his hands rubbing, and rubbing again in a pleasing manner.
At his fingertips, Daoist runes leaped, laws intertwined, and phantom images of yin and yang fish appeared and disappeared.
"What kind of technique is this? Never seen, never heard of!"
The Poison Hand Medicine Saint's eyes were about to fall out. He wanted to steal the technique, but he couldn't see any of its secrets.
"Could this be the legendary, most primitive art of medicine refining!"
Madam Chi's heart was stirred by a great wave.