Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 444: Taixuan 5 Dispersion

Yan Zhou, who was standing next to Lu Wensheng, was now folding his arms, tilting his head slightly, and looking at the crazy and out-of-control Wei Liang on the podium with interest, with a calm and inquiring look, almost like an artist appreciating his own masterpiece.

His tone was calm, as if he was stating an interesting phenomenon:

"This emperor, while seemingly only interested in the pleasures of wine and women, is actually far more greedy. He privately keeps many so-called 'expert sorcerers,' dreaming of seeking immortality and achieving immortality."

He paused, a faint, almost cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "It just so happens that my fellow Daoist Yun and I, based on ancient texts, have developed a gadget called 'Taixuan Wuyun Powder'."

When first taken, this substance can lift one's spirits, make one feel light and healthy, and give one a rosy complexion, as if one has truly been reborn. His Majesty Wei Liang... is very fond of it and consumes it frequently."

Yan Zhou's eyes swept across the abnormally excited blush on Wei Liang's sallow face and the confused and crazy light in his eyes, and his tone was full of understanding: "It's a pity that he doesn't know that once this "magic pill" is broken, it will backfire... The taste is not very pleasant.

Dizziness, palpitations, night sweats, auditory and visual hallucinations, irritability...all kinds of "minor ailments" will follow one after another, like maggots on the tarsal bone.

Now it seems that the backlash of the drug combined with the rage and anxiety has caused these symptoms... well, they're even more 'exciting' than expected."

He spoke lightly, as if he were discussing the weather.

However, after hearing these words, the monks around looked at the emperor who was roaring madly on the stage, and their eyes changed instantly.

They silently and in unison took half a step back, looking at Yan Zhou with eyes full of awe - this unique method was truly silent and murderous.

No wonder! No wonder Wei Liang is so moody and acts crazy. Is he suffering from a drug addiction?!

Yan Zhou didn't seem to notice or care about the subtle retreat of the crowd. He seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head, and looked at Lu Wensheng, his eyes filled with sincere inquiry and a hint of admiration for "sudden enlightenment":

"Speaking of which, the idea of improving the 'Taixuan Wuyun Powder' was inspired by what Senior Lu said back then.

An elder once said: "The wisdom of ordinary people is revealed in the subtleties, and should not be underestimated - poison can kill, and medicine can also be poison. It all depends on the mind, and the use of it is wonderful."

Lu Wensheng was stunned by the truth about the "drug emperor" revealed by Yan Zhou. He was stunned when he heard it and pointed at himself: "Me?!" Did he say that?

Yan Zhou nodded affirmatively, his tone filled with study and admiration: "Exactly, Senior, your opinion is brilliant! The so-called 'Five Stone Powder' and 'Cold Food Powder' circulating in the secular world, although denounced as evil substances, their exquisite pharmacological combinations, invisible addiction control, and deep manipulation of the human heart actually exploit the weaknesses of human nature to the extreme, and can be called the art of killing people invisibly.

The younger generation has only made some minor references and improvements, taking its essence and discarding its dross... Oh no, I have adjusted the formula ratio and inducing conditions to make it more effective...silently and effectively.

As for the effect, Senior Lu, you've seen it too. It truly lives up to what you said, 'The magic of its use.'"

Standing aside, Xiao Yan, who had personally experienced the "language art" of Wu Feipeng and Duan Jiashu, and now heard about such "biochemical weapon"-level operations, looked at Lu Wensheng with a look that could no longer be described as "weird".

The look in his eyes was incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, realization, a hint of fear, and the revelation that "the source is you after all"—so this seemingly bright and clear leader of the righteous path was actually a master of theory in the field of "yin people," a hidden master?!

Lu Wensheng was caught off guard by Yan Zhou's "blame-shifting". Looking at the eyes of his companions around him, which suddenly became subtle, as if they were getting to know him again, especially Xiao Yan's complicated look of "It's you", his scalp suddenly went numb, and a huge sense of injustice rushed to his head.

Even Wu Feipeng and the others pretended to understand something, which made his scalp tingle.

Lu Wensheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he waved his hands in front of him repeatedly. He almost jumped up to clarify, and his voice was raised a few degrees because of his urgency:

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

When did he ever teach anyone to study this kind of thing?! His words were meant to remind everyone to view things dialectically and to use wisdom to do good things! He was supposed to be healing the wounded and saving lives! He wasn't supposed to be studying how to make people sick with drugs!

This is slander! This is a distortion! A gross distortion! How could he, a decent person who values morality, virtue, and love, support such a crooked and evil way?!

Wu Feipeng, don't act like you understand something! You can't just understand these things randomly!

Zhang Miao's face, which usually had no expression, was still as calm as ever.

However, the moment Yan Zhou finished speaking, Zhang Miao moved without warning.

His arm drew a short and sharp arc, and his palm, with unquestionable force, slapped the back of Yan Zhou's head, neither light nor heavy, but loud enough.

"Snapped!"

The voice was crisp and clear, and it was particularly clear amid the noisy shouts and clash of weapons around it. It was obvious that Yan Zhou's brain was still very powerful.

Yan Zhou was immersed in the pride of revealing his "achievements" when he was suddenly slapped in the face, causing his entire upper body to lean forward.

He turned his head sharply, and the calculating and slightly playful expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by genuine shock.

The pair of eyes that were usually slightly narrowed were now wide open, and the sharp light that was usually hidden in the slits of the eyes was now clearly visible, and Zhang Miao's guiltless and calm face was clearly reflected in the pupils.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the back of his head where he was hit, as if he couldn't believe that Zhang Miao actually "attacked" him in public.

"Zhang Miao?!" Yan Zhou covered the back of his head, his voice rising several octaves, filled with offended astonishment and unbelievable accusations, "What are you doing?!"

Zhang Miao withdrew his hand, his tone flat and without a trace of fluctuation. He glanced at Yan Zhou, his tone calm and composed, yet with the matter-of-factness of a parent disciplining a child, as if stating an obvious fact: "Don't deliberately scare others."

Yan Zhou's narrowed eyes opened completely, and he retorted with his neck stiff: "I am telling the truth, Captain! Don't be unreasonable!" He emphasized the word "Captain", as if he wanted to use his identity to arouse Zhang Miao's "fairness".

He was just sharing his research results and sources of inspiration, so how could it be considered "scare people"?

"There should be a limit to studying your bottles and jars," Zhang Miao's gaze fell calmly on his face. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all of Yan Zhou's thoughts. "This thing is dangerous."