"Chonglou has been pushed to the brink by the Silver Fox. He plans to make a desperate move and take you hostage," Yan Aohan said seriously. A faint sense of danger lingered in his voice, clearly directed at Chonglou.
"Am I that easy to kidnap?" Zhu Yanyi felt speechless. It seemed Chonglou really lacked common sense.
Yan Aohan chuckled softly. She knew Zhu Yanyi’s skills well and wasn’t worried, but concern could cloud judgment. With experienced people like Luo Gang around, she felt more at ease. She had apparently forgotten that Zhu Yanyi had spent a long time in a peacekeeping force, earning the title of Saint Hand Demon Doctor.
"You can't say that. He must have thought about this plan for a long time. You can't just dislike his method," Yan Aohan said after a moment's thought.
At least, he admired Chonglou’s boldness in coming up with such an idea.
Zhu Yanyi gave a dry laugh. "I really don't think this plan is any good."
"Actually, we should learn from Chonglou’s spirit. Think about it. If he didn’t have this spirit, how would we know about it?" Yan Aohan said with a serious expression. "Besides, Chonglou sees you as a thorn in his side. So, it’s understandable he’d have such thoughts."
Hearing this, Zhu Yanyi could only laugh dryly again. "Don’t worry. If you’re not with me, I’ll make sure Brother Luo and the others stay by my side."
She tilted her head, thinking. "Actually, being so defensive isn’t great either. How about I act as bait? Things have been tense lately. I want to relax and have some fun."
Yan Aohan knew she was truly tired. She had never made such a willful request before. But knowing her skills, her marksmanship trained by her, and her Ruyi Space which only she could enter, Yan Aohan paused slightly. "This plan works. But you must ensure you can escape unharmed."
Zhu Yanyi nodded quickly. "Rest assured. Others may not know my abilities, but you do. I wouldn’t dare act without confidence."
Indeed, while others might not know, Yan Aohan understood Zhu Yanyi’s capabilities well. She thought for a moment. "If so, let’s pick a time and give Chonglou a chance."
Zhu Yanyi hummed. "Honestly, I don’t care if Chonglou is in the capital. It’s better if she leaves early. Besides, she’s supposed to be receiving treatment in a psychiatric hospital. She should be back there."
Yan Aohan laughed. Previously, the Flower Doctor Association had treated her. But now that Zhu Yanyi held the Flower Doctor Order, preventing them from intervening was easy. If Chonglou were crippled again, no one would save her.
"I don’t like falling in the same place twice. This time, I think you should give me some medicine. Since he’s a psychiatric patient, he should act like one." Yan Aohan wouldn’t take his life, but since someone had offended him, he wouldn’t filed it away without dwelling.
"I haven’t made this kind of poison yet. Since you’re so artistic, I’m interested. I’ll make some poison later. You can keep it for self-defense." She looked at Yan Aohan. "You are the Venerable Yanluo. You must have your own spatial artifact, right?"
"Yes." Perhaps because they were familiar, and Zhu Yanyi knew her true identity, Yan Aohan didn’t hide details.
"That’s good. I was worried about where to store the medicine I make. Now I can make more for you to keep. You might need it someday," Zhu Yanyi said seriously.
Yan Aohan didn’t refuse. The medicine Zhu Yanyi provided was excellent, so she accepted it naturally. "These medicines work well in this plane. But in another plane, their effects on people might differ. Though some will still work."
Yan Aohan’s words made Zhu Yanyi pause. "Different planes, different constitutions, different medicinal properties."
"What’s wrong?" Yan Aohan asked, seeing her daze.
Zhu Yanyi asked Yan Aohan, "Do people in the cultivation world use medicine?"
Yan Aohan shook his head slightly. "Cultivators use pills rather than medicine. They focus more on alchemy."
"I see." Zhu Yanyi’s eyes lit up. "I understand why I can’t break through in medical arts." Her face showed excitement. "Medical arts aren’t just about medicine, powder, or needles. It’s not just about observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking. It also requires alchemy. Pills are medicine, and medicine is pills. They are inseparable. But I’ve never refined pills. Even if I called it alchemy, the pills I made weren’t true pills for cultivators. They were just medicine-like pills."
Seeing Zhu Yanyi talk endlessly, Yan Aohan remained confused. "So what if they aren’t true pills?"
"They aren’t true pills because of this plane’s limitations. My Azure Sovereign Qingdi inheritance actually includes alchemy. I ignored it until now. I realize that since I’m on the path of cultivation, I can’t ignore alchemy. To be a Medical God, I must not only diagnose and treat, prescribe, and make medicine, but also refine pills. More importantly, treating people with pills. But these pills are different from the fake ones sold to ancient emperors." Zhu Yanyi said seriously. "My pills will be truly effective."
Seeing Zhu Yanyi like this, Yan Aohan knew she had figured out a key point in medical arts. She smiled. "Although I don’t understand the details, your understanding is useful to you. That’s a good thing."
Zhu Yanyi laughed. "Aohan, I will work harder in the future. I’ll try to catch up with you soon."
"Good." Although Yan Aohan knew it was impossible for Zhu Yanyi to catch up with her in the short term, she nodded with a smile. She supported her wife’s ambition fully.
Zhu Yanyi thought for a moment. "It seems I need to study pill knowledge diligently."
Zhu Yanyi knew the pills she made for ordinary people weren’t true pills. But it didn’t matter if she didn’t know. She had a room full of books in her Ruyi Space, so she could find basic alchemy texts.