8mi Chapter 430: Poison Pill
Chapter 430: Poison Pill
At this moment, Love pavillion, Mount Skyhowl:A mirror floated in midair showing the image of Fang Yuan and the two women holding a child each.
Technically speaking, neither of the two people staring at it needed the mirror.
Fang Qingyue was the World Essence itself.
As long as she wished, there were very few places within the realm she could not observe.
As for Lin Zhaoyue...
Her divine sense could casually sweep across entire continents.
Yet despite that fact, the mother and daughter were currently crouched in front of the mirror.
"Mhm..."
The little girl stared at the scene within the mirror.
Then she pointed toward Fang Yuan.
"Mother."
"What is it?"
"Papa seems to like it when women hold children."
Fang Qingyue continued analyzing the situation seriously.
"Look."
She pointed toward the image of Fang Yueyao holding Tianyi.
"Papa looked at her."
Then she pointed toward Lin Xi.
"He also looked at her."
The little girl’s eyes slowly widened.
"Mother!"
"What?"
"If you hold me all the time, papa will look at you too!"
The atmosphere became strangely quiet.
Lin Zhaoyue stared back at the mirror again, the smile on her face remained.
But unfortunately, her eyes were beginning to turn red.
A terrifying crimson light slowly flickered within them.
The armrest beneath her hand quietly cracked and after a few more seconds, it exploded into powder.
"Mother?"
Fang Qingyue tilted her head.
Lin Zhaoyue didn’t answer her back as her gaze remained fixed on the image.
Specifically on Fang Yueyao and Lin Xi.
The smile on her face somehow became even gentler.
"I see..."
she whispered.
"So that’s the reason."
Fang Qingyue blinked.
"Mother?"
Lin Zhaoyue slowly lowered her head, then she looked directly at her daughter.
A dazzling smile appeared.
"Qingyue."
"Mm?"
"Would you like a little brother?"
"...Eh?"
"Or perhaps a little sister?"
"...Eh?"
"Actually."
Lin Zhaoyue’s eyes narrowed happily.
"Both would be nice."
Far away, inside Lu Cheng’s workshop.
Fang Yuan abruptly felt a chill run down his spine.
"...?"
He looked around in confusion.
"Uh... Clan Head?"
Lu Cheng’s nervous voice pulled Fang Yuan back to reality.
"Oh."
Fang Yuan blinked.
"Right."
He glanced at the wooden horse in his hand.
"Where were we?"
"The wooden horse!"
Lu Cheng immediately sat up straighter.
"As long as Clan Head says the word, I’ll devote all my time to making them.I can make dozens a day. I’ll even stop sleeping if necessary!"
Fang Yuan shook his head.
"Hmm. No."
"...No?"
Lu Cheng froze.
What do you mean no?!
A scream echoed inside his mind.
The artisan forced himself to maintain a calm appearance.
Years of dealing with customers had given him excellent control over his expression.
Unfortunately, his trembling fingers betrayed him completely.
"Ahem."
He coughed lightly.
"If there is something about the horse that displeases Clan Head..."
His tone remained respectful and patient.
"I would appreciate the opportunity to correct it. Every craftsman has room for improvement. If there are flaws, please point them out. I will do my utmost to fix them."
Fang Yuan shook his head again.
"I’m not here for that."
The words should have been reassuring.
Instead, Lu Cheng became even more frightened.
Not here for the horse? Then why was he here?
Before he could continue guessing, Fang Yuan had already made his decision.
Rather than explain, it would be easier to demonstrate.
Silently, he opened the System Shop.
150 Faith Points disappeared.
A moment later an item materialized in his hand.
It was a small pill.
No one present noticed what had happened, in fact, all they noticed was that it simply appeared out of thin air.
Lin Xi and Fang Yueyao gave a short word, even asking him to teach them the trick later.
Meanwhile, Lu Cheng nearly stopped breathing as his eyes locked onto the pill.
A terrifying thought entered his mind.
Poison. This is definitely poison. I’ve heard stories about this. Powerful organizations always feed their subordinates special poisons.
Then they distribute antidotes periodically so that way nobody can betray them.
His heartbeat accelerated.
Cold sweat formed on his forehead.
No no no.
This can’t be happening.
Surely the Clan Head wouldn’t need to threaten a mere artisan.
Then again.... would a man capable of killing city-destroying experts personally visit a random workshop for no reason?
The more Lu Cheng thought about it, the more reasonable the theory became.
His smile became increasingly strained.
Years of experience as a craftsman had prepared him for difficult customers.
Nothing, however, had prepared him for this.
Then he watched as Fang Yuan extended his hand, offering the pill directly to him.
"..."
Lu Cheng stared and his eyes gradually became moist.
It’s over, it’s really over. All because I crafted a wooden horse. What did I do wrong?
I should have become a farmer.
At least farmers only had to worry about spirit beasts.
Inside his heart, tears were already flowing like a river.
Yet on the outside, he maintained a trembling smile.
A craftsman’s final dignity.
"Th-Thank you, Clan Head..."
Fang Yuan frowned slightly.
"Eat it."
The final verdict had been spoken.
Lu Cheng’s face instantly lost all color. There was no escaping now.
Slowly, he accepted the pill.
Lu Cheng closed his eyes and then he swallowed the pill.
"...Hm?"
The expected agony never came.
Instead his eyes suddenly widened as he felt the world became clearer.
Thoughts that had once felt tangled and impossible to grasp suddenly arranged themselves neatly before him.
Questions that had troubled him for months seemed laughably simple.
Countless ideas collided within his mind.
Connections formed, concepts merged while possibilities exploded into existence.
The bottleneck that had trapped him for so long cracked instantly.
Then shattered.
"I..."
Lu Cheng’s breathing quickened.
His eyes darted around the room. Not because of fear but because his thoughts were moving faster than he could process.
The mechanism, the joint structure, the balance problem, the weight distribution.
The answer was right there!
It had always been right there!
Without another word, he shot to his feet.
The sudden movement startled everyone.
Then he sprinted toward a nearby desk.
Immediately a brush flew into his hand.
Lines appeared across the pages at terrifying speed.
Fang Yuan watched for a while.
Then nodded in satisfaction.
"I suppose he’s got something good."
Aunt Yueyao blinked.
"Should we stop him?"
"No."
Fang Yuan stood up.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Let’s leave."
The scratching of the brush continued nonstop.
"He finally found what he was looking for."
Fang Yuan turned toward the door.
"There’s no point disturbing him now."