( 201 - 400 ) Unrivaled Medicine God

Chapter 358: Giving Advice

Translator: celefoata_ Editor: RegiusProfessor

Ye Yuan waved his hands and said with a smile, "Not going to quibble with you."

Without waiting for the patriarch to heave a sigh of relief, Ye Yuan said unhurriedly, "But . . ."

Patriarch swallowed his saliva and carefully followed up, "But what, Little Brother?"

Ye Yuan's eyes looked towards Master Dao Yuan and Zhu Shan with ill-intention and said with a grin, "But I want to nitpick with them!"

When Dao Yuan and Zhu Shan heard Ye Yuan's words, their expressions changed!

The patriarch hurriedly said, "Little Brother, just now, it's all us who have eyes but did not recognize Mt. Tai! Why don't a great man like you not stoop to harbor grievance for past wrongs? Master Dao Yuan and Elder Zhu Shan also did it with Li Yang in mind; that's why they stopped you from touching him. How about this, whatever request you have, just state them, Little Brother. As long as our Cloud Prancing Tribe can take it out, we absolutely won't say no!"

Ye Yuan's eyes glimmered for a while, then he flashed a brilliant smile at the two people and said, "Since the two elders did it for Li Yan, then me pursuing it appears somewhat petty. Alright then, I'll treat the incident earlier as if it never happened."

Hearing that this Little Ancestor finally got over it, the patriarch also heaved a long sigh in relief. If Ye Yuan really quibbled over it, he also did not know what he should do.

Ye Yuan's words earlier were still ringing in his ears. If he offended this Little Ancestor and he washed his hands of this matter, then this son of his would be lost again after getting him back.

With such a torment, he probably would not have many good years left.

"Alright then, since Little Yang is fine, everybody, disperse! Quickly take down these white silk and the mourning hall; inauspicious!" the patriarch commanded.

. . . . . .

In the bedchambers, Li Yang laid on the bed sickly, unable to even speak. Ye Yuan was currently reading his pulse.

After a long time, Ye Yuan removed his hand and stood up. Patriarch Li Teng hastily chased after and enquired cautiously, "Young Master Ji, Little Yang, he . . . What illness did he has?"

"Not sick!" Ye Yuan said coolly.

Li Teng said with a bitter face, "Young Master Ji, earlier was indeed this old man's fault . . ."

Ye Yuan extended his hand and interrupted his words, saying, "Li Yang is really not sick. He was poisoned!"

"P-Poisoned?"

Astonishment was written all over Li Teng's face. Li Yang's condition looked like he was sick from every angle. How could it be poison?

"Don't believe?"

"W-Where did that come from? Young Master Ji's words, this old man naturally believes it!"

"But disbelief is written all over your face."

". . . . . ."

Ye Yuan said, "The poison he's inflicted with is called Mind Loss Powder. It's colorless and tasteless. Even magic artifact rank Profound Silver Needles can't detect it. Spirit artifact rank Profound Silver Needles . . . I reckon that you guys don't have it, right?"

"This . . ." Li Teng sucked in a cold breath when he heard it. A poison that even magic artifact rank Profound Silver Needles could not detect. That was exceptionally powerful.