As a martial heroine of the Transformation Realm, Ji Qingyan had a strong tolerance for alcohol. She might not claim to handle a thousand cups, but a hundred cups of strong liquor were well within her capacity.
She thought a small sip would do no harm. Back in the village at the mountain’s base, she’d downed three pounds of fiery spirits and stayed clear-headed.
But Xie Lingwan, devoid of martial honor, resorted to the shameless tactic of spiking the wine—utterly despicable.
Just one cup, and Ji Qingyan was dazed, her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush, her eyes hazy. Her collar loosened, revealing delicate, porcelain-white collarbones, her snowy skin tinged with peach.
Her body burned unbearably, her lips pursed, her slender legs beneath her skirt rubbing together.
Ji Yanqing, quick and sharp, snatched the cup from her hand, splashing out its mysterious contents.
“Auntie Xie, how much did you put in this jug?” he asked, leaning against the wall, plotting next steps with a hint of despair.
“This one… a bit less… maybe twenty packets,” Xie replied, her face scarlet, head lowered, voice barely a whisper.
‘Twenty packets of Bewitching Powder?!’
Even bedding every beauty in the Pleasure House wouldn’t need that much.
As the drug took hold, Ji Qingyan’s stunning face grew redder, her body hot and soft, as if ants were crawling inside her.
“Mmm…” Poor Heroine Ji’s lips parted, clearly in distress.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Yanqing clenched his fists, resolved to save her with an “if I don’t enter hell, who will” mindset. He said gravely to Xie, “Auntie, while there’s time, fetch two buckets of water.”
“Water can cure this?” Xie’s fox-like eyes warily watched Ji Qingyan, her arm clinging to Ji Yanqing, her chest proud.
Panicked, she feared the flushed Ji Qingyan might, in a beastly frenzy, commit some scandalous act with Ji Yanqing before her eyes.
He stared, stunned, thinking, ‘You know water won’t neutralize Bewitching Powder, yet you used twenty packets, eager to turn me into a cream puff.’
“Water can ease symptoms,” he said offhandedly. “Auntie, grab buckets of snow water now. Hurry back to save Heroine Ji.”
“Why snow water? Not lake water?” Xie took the bucket, frowning, puzzled.
“Lake water lacks yin energy. Only snow water can somewhat counter the powder,” Ji Yanqing urged, pushing her. “Go quick, or it’ll be too late!”
“Yanqing… be careful,” Xie said, lips pursed, before dashing out.
Bang—
As her crimson figure faded, Ji Yanqing slammed the door shut, relieved to have sent Xie away. The upcoming scene wasn’t fit for her to witness.
As Bewitching Powder coursed through the meridians, its effects would intensify until the victim lost control.
Water was a pipe dream for detoxification. His insistence on snow water was merely to buy time.
“It might hurt a bit, Heroine Ji. Please bear it,” he said.
“What are you doing?” Ji Qingyan asked dazedly, missing the deeper meaning in his words.
“Helping you detoxify.”
He approached the red-clad girl, bending slowly.
“Why are you tugging my waistband?” She blinked her phoenix eyes, suddenly wary, grabbing his mischievous hand.
“You’re burning up. We need to cool you down first,” he said, caressing her feverish face. His gentle words felt off, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. Overwhelmed by heat, she nodded silently.
Feeling his touch, Ji Qingyan leaned into his arms, rubbing his hand like a kitten, her grip on her waistband loosening.
Ensnared, she fell into his clutches, her silk waistband dropping. But Ji Yanqing didn’t stop there.
“Hey, don’t pull my skirt…” she murmured, her mind sinking into desire’s abyss as the powder took hold.
“You must feel awful, Qingyan,” he said softly.
“A bit.”
“Shall I help ease it?” he asked gently.
“Okay, a bit harder,” she replied, too dazed to grasp the consequences, just wanting relief.
Swish—
A chill hit her legs as her skirt was pulled away.
[Gazing at the beauty, you smirk wickedly. Why waste this chance? With your vast theoretical and practical experience, even the fiercest snow-white beauty would submit…]
The narrator was right, but Ji Qingyan was the “Ji Yanqing Killing Machine,” a Transformation Realm heroine. Under her blade, he could meet creative deaths—throat-slitting, heart-piercing, or bleeding out.
He wasn’t rushing to reincarnate.
Her affection wasn’t deep enough for that.
If Xie Lingwan were the one poisoned, filial duty to his aunt would justify it. Despite her sensitive status, he could choose a less scandalous setting.
Later would work too.
But before “punishing” Xie, he had to help the heart-eyed heroine. He could’ve tossed her in a dungeon with a cucumber…
‘Sigh, I’m too kind.’
Scanning the room, only her sword’s hilt seemed usable. Holding the three-foot blade, he found it too crude for her.
No choice—he’d do it himself.
He grasped her delicate foot. Ji Qingyan instinctively resisted, murmuring “no.”
“I’m detoxifying you, nothing else,” he said sincerely, adjusting his position.
“Detoxifying?”
Vaguely recalling something, she complied, drawn to his pleasant scent, sinking deeper.
Ji Yanqing gently massaged the dazed, snow-white beauty, keeping it light to avoid harm.
“Mmm, so comfortable~”
…
When Xie returned with a bucket of melted snow, the detoxification was complete, and all was normal.