Coating Situ Jing's sword with poison was indeed a method.

But its limitations were too great.

You have to understand, with Situ Jing's current cultivation level, not many poisons could escape his detection and still be effective; moreover, compared to using poison, Gu Insects were more controllable.

Not to be stingy, Xu Fan praised Gongsun Qin a couple of times, then walked toward the sword-carrying slave.

Whether it was using poison or Gu, the first problem that needed to be addressed was this guy.

Xu Fan figured that Situ Jing must not have underestimated him, as he likely sent this fellow to surveil him.

"Friend, let's have a good chat."

Xu Fan planned to play along nicely with him, squinting his eyes as part of his plan that could not proceed without this person's involvement.

"Mr. Xu, you'd better release me quickly! Otherwise, you won't end well!"

Lying on the ground did not instill much fear in the sword-carrying slave.

He was well aware of Xu Fan's reluctance to damage valuable goods.

Would he dare provoke Situ Jing's retaliation by harming him?

"Friend, you might not understand me well enough."

The sword-carrying slave's complacent look inadvertently amused Xu Fan.

He cocked a corner of his mouth and said, "What I like the least is when someone threatens me."

Having spoken, Xu Fan did not hesitate to break the sword-carrying slave's Qi Force with a sword thrust, piercing right into his leg bone.

As the sword edge twisted inside, even the resilient sword-carrying slave could not help but scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The screams lasted a long while before dissipating into the night, and the sword-carrying slave's face, now as white as paper, was covered in cold sweat.

"Have you gone mad?"

Was he truly not afraid of Situ Jing's retaliation?

Xu Fan narrowed his eyes and slowly smeared the fresh blood from the Yanluo Sword's edge onto the sword-carrying slave's body.

"Indeed, that old man is much stronger than me, but there are things that aren't discarded simply because one is weak."

A great man stands between heaven and earth, relying on nothing but his Proud Bone!

Xu Fan would rather be shattered than to cower at the slave's mere threats.

"If you utter one more word, I assure you, the holes I stab in you with this sword won't be limited to just this one."

Not wanting to waste words with the slave, Xu Fan booted him along and marched the sword-carrying slave out of the back garden.

"Xu Fan..."

Gongsun Qin followed, her mood somewhat anxious.

It wasn't that she thought Xu Fan's actions were excessive; rather, it would be very troublesome to handle the aftermath.

This guy was sent by Situ Jing to monitor Xu Fan. If Xu Fan killed him, Situ Jing would definitely blame Xu Fan.

If that happened, Xu Fan would not be able to carry the consequences.

If Xu Fan didn't kill him, and he reported back to Situ Jing, Xu Fan would gain no advantage either.

Gongsun Qin felt that this was a no-win situation, yet it appeared Xu Fan hadn't considered any of this...

Gongsun Qin sneakily observed Xu Fan, curious how he would keep the sword-carrying slave from spilling secrets.

After a short drive, Xu Fan brought the sword-carrying slave to the living room.

He kicked him forward, forcing him to kneel in the hall, then Xu Fan picked up some paper and a pen from the side table and began to write vigorously.

"Go, help me prepare these medicines from the pharmacy."

Having finished writing, Xu Fan passed the prescription to Gongsun Qin.

Indeed, there was a pharmacy inside Yunsheng Villa, stocked with nearly all ordinary medicinal materials. Gongsun Qin glanced over the prescription and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Most of the medicines listed were strong tonics; clearly, he wasn't planning to poison himself.

Was he actually intending to treat the sword-carrying slave's injuries?

"Xu Fan, you don't think that after you heal him, he's going to listen to you, do you..."

Gongsun Qin cracked a smile, feeling the whole situation was absurd.

After all, the guy was beaten to this state thanks to Xu Fan's doing.

Even if he were to heal him now, it would be pointless.

"Don't ask so many questions, just help me get the herbs."

"Alright..."

As this guy exuded confidence, obviously having a foolproof plan, Gongsun Qin could only hold back his impatience and pick out the herbs as Xu Fan had instructed.

"What... what are you trying to do?"

"I might pretend tonight's incident never happened, so don't you mess around."

The Sword-carrying Slave knelt in the hall, feeling a sense of foreboding as he watched Xu Fan's orders.

His personality was that of a typical desperado; coming here tonight was a plain mistake.

The Sword-carrying Slave's heart was in turmoil, only worried that Xu Fan might kill him.

"Pretend it never happened? How could that be possible."

Xu Fan completely ignored the Sword-carrying Slave's attempt to compromise.

"Don't worry, this medicine isn't poison, and it will definitely make you feel great in a bit."

Leaving the Sword-carrying Slave in suspense, Xu Fan calmly sat in the Taishi Chair and waited.

Soon enough, he saw Gongsun Qin bring over the herbs he had requested one by one.

Without delay, Xu Fan stood up and began to prepare the medicine.

The Sword-carrying Slave kneeled to the side, shivering uncontrollably.

He wasn't optimistic enough to believe it wasn't poison just because Xu Fan said so.

Thinking quickly, he planned to escape while Xu Fan was engrossed in making the medicine.

He wasn't worried about the woman; it was Xu Fan whom he dreaded the most.

Remaining expressionless, the Sword-carrying Slave observed Xu Fan, waiting for a lapse in his vigilance to flee the villa.

"If you want to leave, you'll have to finish this medicine first; otherwise, I won't be pleased."

Waiting anxiously, he watched Xu Fan murmuring to himself while preparing the medicine.

The Sword-carrying Slave jolted upon hearing this!

Clearly, his thoughts hadn't escaped the youngster's precautions.

The Sword-carrying Slave couldn't help but feel utter despair.

Was he really going to die here?

Torn in his mind, he didn't know how much time had passed when Xu Fan finally concocted a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Come on, big guy, it's time for your medicine."

Smiling as he held the bowl, he walked over to the Sword-carrying Slave.

The Sword-carrying Slave felt an icy chill and instinctively shrank back.

"Hmm, not being obedient?"

Seeing him steadily retreating, Xu Fan frowned.

"This bowl of soup wasn't cheap to make, costing a good hundred thousand for the materials. If you don't drink every last drop…"

Xu Fan trailed off, leaving a vast space for the Sword-carrying Slave's imagination.

The Sword-carrying Slave almost cried out loud.

He truly regretted everything.

Why couldn't he hold back his anger and seek revenge on this guy...

He had thought that now with Situ Jing targeting him, Xu Fan was like rubbish that anyone could step on, but who knew, this kid didn't play by the rules at all.

He gave him a hard lesson on how one should behave.

Under the displeased gaze of Xu Fan, the Sword-carrying Slave didn't dare to dally any longer. Bracing himself, he took the medicinal soup from Xu Fan's hands and downed it in one gulp.

"Can you tell me now what medicine this was…"

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