Chapter 690 - 349: Hundred Poisons Body

Chapter 690: Chapter 349: Hundred Poisons Body

After materializing in the Hall of Ten Thousand Races, Cheng Zongyang rummaged through his Preservation Space and finally found a Talisman.

—Poison Testing Talisman

As the name suggested, it was a Talisman used to test for toxicity.

He had bought it from a stall vendor in Ice City; it was something a Talisman Maker had accidentally concocted. It was intended for adventurers entering Secret Realms, allowing them to test whether certain places or items contained imperceptible toxins.

He had found them interesting and bought a few.

The Talisman Paper was white, but the more potent the tested poison, the more its color would change, progressing from white to off-white, light gray, gray, dark gray, blackish-gray, and finally, black.

The darker the color, the higher the toxicity, all the way to black!

According to that Talisman Maker, black was designated as the Exotic Poison Level. This meant the poison was not only extremely potent but might also possess special properties. It was a level of toxicity that could severely injure even a Cultivator on contact!

His consciousness returned to his body, the Talisman now in his hand.

Cheng Zongyan was extremely curious, fascinated by her cousin’s abilities as a Cultivator. She had just seen him close his eyes for a moment, and a piece of paper had materialized in his hand.

"Come here, kiddo. Let a drop of your blood fall on this," Cheng Zongyang said, producing a small dagger.

Cheng Zongyan was confused, but she obediently did as she was told.

A little blood from her finger was no big deal to her; she just didn’t understand what her cousin was up to.

Cheng Zongyang’s eyes were glued to the Talisman Paper, watching for any change in color.

As the crimson drop of blood landed on the Talisman Paper, it quickly spread.

Where the blood had spread, its crimson color rapidly vanished, turning as white as the paper itself before shifting to off-white, then light gray, then gray!

The color finally settled at gray, but Cheng Zongyang’s eyes were fixed on the center, where an easily overlooked, ever-so-slightly darker shade was forming.

He looked at his cousin. Seeing her biting her finger as she stared at the paper, his expression grew complex. He couldn’t help but ask, "Do you really not feel any discomfort in your body?"

Cheng Zongyan shook her head. "Nope. I feel great."

"So when you test those poisons, you don’t feel any changes either?" Cheng Zongyang pressed.

"N...no." Cheng Zongyan shook her head, seeming to think for a moment.

Cheng Zongyang frowned. "Then how do you tell if the poisons you research are effective?"

At this, Cheng Zongyan giggled. "If it tastes bitter, sweet, spicy, sour, or stinky, it’s useless. If it has no taste at all, then it’s effective. I’ve tested it—a mouse died instantly on contact. With the ones that have a taste, the mice can survive for a little while."

As she spoke, Cheng Zongyan even looked dissatisfied with those other concoctions.

Hearing the girl’s method of distinguishing poisons, Cheng Zongyang opened his mouth, completely at a loss for how to respond.

He swore that in his two lifetimes, with all the knowledge he’d accumulated, this was the first time he’d ever heard of someone testing poison this way. It was most certainly the first time he’d ever heard of distinguishing a poison’s efficacy by whether it was sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, or stinky.

But in the next moment, he glanced at the color on the Talisman and couldn’t help but swallow hard.

’What this girl calls "effective"... couldn’t be a lethally potent poison, could it?’

’Some poisons did have a taste, but a tasteless one... what was the difference between that and the lethal poisons from the wuxia novels of his past life—the kind that brought certain death?’

’Colorless and tasteless—that’s the hallmark of a top-tier poison!’

’If that’s really the case, does this kid define a "real poison" as something lethally potent?’

’In her eyes, had she naively decided that all those sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and stinky poisons didn’t even count as poison anymore?’

"Has your blood ever come into contact with anything else? Have you ever been injured and bled?" Cheng Zongyang continued to ask. He needed to understand the situation with this girl’s Physique.

He was already certain this was an issue with the girl’s Physique.

’To think this girl had been living in the village all this time, full of poison, playing with her siblings and interacting with the elders... It’s a true blessing nothing terrible has happened.’

"No." The little girl shook her head. "I usually wear the gloves Momma sewed for me when I work; otherwise, washing my hands all the time is too much trouble. And I haven’t been injured."

Cheng Zongyang: "..."

"Here, give me a few more drops," Cheng Zongyang said, taking the dagger again.

"But it hurts," the little girl pouted. She reluctantly used the dagger to reopen the small cut on her finger, which she had been sucking on and had already stopped bleeding.

"It’s alright. I’ll give you this candy as compensation," Cheng Zongyang said with a chuckle, producing a piece of milk candy.

It was something he’d bought from ordinary vendors in the Zi’an County South District.

"Hee hee, okay!" The little girl immediately brightened up.

Cheng Zongyang squeezed a few drops of her blood onto the blade of the dagger, then immediately touched a tiny bit with his own finger to see what would happen.

When he felt no abnormal changes in his body and sensed no toxins entering his system, he relaxed considerably. At least contact with unbroken skin seemed to be safe.

He then carefully stored the dagger in his Preservation Space in the Hall of Ten Thousand Races before turning to the girl and warning her in a serious tone:

"Listen carefully. Don’t ever let any animal drink your blood, and don’t get your blood on family or friends. Most importantly, protect yourself so you don’t get cut and bleed. Do you understand?"

Seeing her cousin’s serious expression, the little girl stopped chewing her candy and nodded obediently.

Cheng Zongyang took out some medicinal powder to stop the bleeding on the little girl’s finger. He then handed her a roll of hemostatic bandages, saying:

"Carry this with you from now on. In the future, if you accidentally get cut on your hands, feet, or anywhere on your body by a sharp tool or a knife, you must wrap it up with this bandage immediately. Got it?"

"Oh, okay." The girl took the strange object and committed his instructions to memory.