Chapter Eight: The Strange True Essence Pill

“How dare you! You have the audacity to claim that the Vital Energy Pill sent by Young Master Wang is a poison!” Lan Jinbei’s face flickered with a momentary trace of guilt, barely noticeable, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger.

The matriarch frowned and looked toward Lin Ye.

“Why do you say this Vital Energy Pill is poisonous?”

“A poison is a poison. Given your current condition, if you take it, you’ll die immediately,” Lin Ye said calmly, his expression unruffled.

On Mount Qingdao, the old man had personally taught him the art of alchemy. In just three years, he mastered it thoroughly; after five years, he developed his own alchemical system. Even his master, the Immortal Chishui, proclaimed that Lin Ye had surpassed him, a prodigy of alchemy once in a millennium!

Such a worthless pill—he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with it.

“I think you’re just making things up because you can’t produce anything better!” Lan Jinbei’s expression grew awkward.

Lan Zihao’s anger flared as he pointed at Lan Shiyun. “How dare you curse Grandma! Cousin, is this the boyfriend you found for me?!”

Lan Shiyun quietly tugged at Lin Ye’s sleeve, signaling him not to speak recklessly.

Lin Ye just smiled. “If you don’t believe me, try it. The old lady will surely die if she swallows this pill.”

“Nonsense! Are you implying Young Master Wang sent a poisonous pill to harm the matriarch?!” Shi Qin’s voice sharp as a knife.

“How dare you! You’re insolent in the Lan household, but to slander Young Master Wang—aren’t you afraid of his wrath?”

Lin Ye shrugged. “I said it—if you don’t believe me, just try.”

“Young man, do you think I’m afraid to try?” Shui Xuemei’s face darkened, displeased.

With that, the old lady took the Vital Energy Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

“If I’m fine after five minutes, you can forget about escaping.”

Lan Shiyun sighed deeply, guilt weighing heavily on her heart.

If she hadn’t reluctantly pushed Lin Ye forward as a shield, he wouldn’t have been put in such danger.

“Find a chance to escape. With your skills, you’ll be fine,” she whispered to Lin Ye.

But Lin Ye remained indifferent, even wearing a faint, amused smile.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The old lady showed no reaction. The Lan family’s gazes toward Lin Ye grew colder.

“The five minutes are up. Have you decided how you want to die?” Lan Zihao approached, wielding a baseball bat menacingly.

“Young man, do you have anything else to say?” the matriarch asked coldly.

Lan Shiyun was anxious, unable to understand Lin Ye’s intentions.

She had clearly told him to run, so why was he still standing there foolishly?

At that moment, Lin Ye calmly held up three fingers.

“Three, two, one.”

With the countdown, the matriarch’s face suddenly changed, paling dramatically, and then she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Mom!”

“Grandma!”

The Lan family was thrown into panic, rushing forward to support Shui Xuemei.

After coughing up blood, the old lady collapsed, her body burning with fever.

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