Chapter 110 - 82: I Often Feel Out of Place for Not Being Perverted Enough

Chapter 110: Chapter 82: I Often Feel Out of Place for Not Being Perverted Enough

"I..."

Yang Mo was at a loss for words.

Zhao Ci was floored. When Yang Mo was a good-for-nothing, the Yang couple had been polite but distant. Now, they were turning around and pinning the blame on him.

But he didn’t say much. He just smiled, offered a few pleasantries, and followed the father and son to the backyard.

"Zhao Ci, I’ll go get the mushrooms for you!"

Yang Mo started toward the kitchen, but before he could even take a step, he felt a slap land on the back of his head.

He turned to see his mother, Cen Xiu, glaring at him. "Is His Highness’s name something you can say so casually? From now on, you will call him Your Highness!"

Yang Mo: "I..."

WHOA.

There was that familiar, suffocating feeling again.

Zhao Ci took a deep breath, but his chest still felt tight. He cleared his throat and said, "Yang Mo is now my Mansion Official. He’ll be my comrade in arms from now on. Calling me ’Your Highness’ all the time will make us seem too distant."

"Of course, of course!"

The couple smiled obsequiously. They subconsciously glanced at the Pill Robe Yang Mo was wearing, a hint of pleasant surprise in their eyes. "Mo! You’ve already become an Alchemist?"

Yang Mo nodded sullenly. "Yeah."

[System Prompt]: Wish fulfilled. Reward granted: Insight +10, Torture Talisman x1.

Yang Fang burst out laughing, then immediately started scolding his son. "Hurry up and thank His Highness for his guidance! Why are you so thoughtless? Your Highness, I thank you on Mo’s behalf!

"Mo was born with an Innate deficiency, and his talent is truly terrible. But thankfully, he has strong willpower, and with our constant supervision, he was able to become your Mansion Official and serve you."

Zhao Ci: "..."

Cen Xiu added from the side, "Mo! Mother told you that folk remedy would work. Here, drink this quickly!"

With that, she opened a medicine bottle.

At the POP of the cork, Yang Mo’s face went white. Despite the crisp autumn weather, beads of sweat instantly broke out all over his forehead.

Zhao Ci also caught a whiff of an extremely complex medicinal odor. With the aid of the Hundred Poison Secret Manual, he analyzed its components in a single instant.

In other words, the ingredients were all poisons.

There were sixty-four ingredients in total, and not a single one was non-toxic.

Among them were three main ingredients.

Blood Ephedra.

Ling coca.

And the familiar See-Hand Green... raw.

’Holy crap. There are only three main ingredients, and they’ve got a sedative, a stimulant, and a hallucinogen all in one?’

As for the jumble of supplementary herbs, every last one had its own strange and exotic toxicity.

Although the properties of the herbs seemed to follow the principle of using poison to fight poison...

’But chugging this damn thing...’

’It would undoubtedly cause extreme mental anguish.’

Zhao Ci glanced at Yang Mo and saw that the young man had already started to tremble.

He opened his mouth, wanting to reason with the parents.

But he never got the chance.

Quicker than lightning, Yang Fang had already pinched Yang Mo’s mouth open and poured the poison down his throat.

Yang Mo was clearly used to it. He quickly found a chair and sat down, his body soon curling into a ball as he began to convulse violently.

Every muscle in his body was twisting grotesquely, a clear sign of the extreme agony he was in.

But even so, he didn’t make a single sound.

[Yang Fang’s Current Wish]: For Mo to make a comeback and become a genius, stronger than his father. Wish Fulfillment Reward: Insight +1000, Salted Fish Talisman x1.

[Cen Xiu’s Current Wish]: For Mo to make a comeback and become a genius, stronger than her mother. Wish Fulfillment Reward: Insight +1000, Salted Fish Talisman x1.

Yang Fang introduced the method with self-satisfaction. "Your Highness may not be aware, but this is a Secret Technique from our Yang Family’s ancient texts. It uses a hundred poisons to assault the Primordial Spirit, supplemented by lightning to forge the body. As long as one can withstand it, even someone with the worst talent can be hammered into a genius."

’What?’

"..."

Zhao Ci’s scalp tingled. ’How is this so perfectly in my wheelhouse?’

But Yang Fang was still pontificating. "Mo used to be at the bottom of his generation in the family, but now he’s managed to climb to the lower-middle ranks. While he’s still not quite there yet, rest assured, Your Highness! My wife and I will continue to train him. Within three years, he will definitely become an outstanding Mansion Official!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhao Ci quickly cut him off. "If the Yang Family has such a Secret Technique, why have I never heard of it? Has the Yang Family used it before? What’s the success rate?"

Yang Fang quickly replied, "Your Highness! The Yang Family does indeed have this Secret Technique, but it was abolished because the death rate was too high, so it’s normal that you haven’t heard of it!"

Zhao Ci: "???"

’It was abolished because the death rate was too high?’

’Then why are you still using it on your son?’

Seeing his astonished doubt, Yang Fang hurriedly tried to explain. "But Mo will certainly not be one of them. He will definitely break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly because of this, to serve..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhao Ci couldn’t take it anymore. "Let me ask you, have you ever used this Secret Technique?"

Yang Fang choked on his words, then fell silent.

Zhao Ci: "???"

’You don’t even dare to try it yourself.’

’But you force-feed it to your own son, betting your entire life on him becoming a great success, is that it?’

Yang Fang sighed. "Your Highness, this is all for Mo’s own good. Don’t laugh, but my wife and I... our lives are already set. Our only hope in this life is Mo!"

Zhao Ci was so angry he almost laughed. "I, on the other hand, think you two should try this Secret Technique yourselves. Instead of putting all the pressure on Yang Mo, why not try to forge a path for him yourselves?"

Yang Fang said in a low voice, "But we’re already so old. What room is there left for us to strive?"

"???"

Zhao Ci was dumbfounded. "Then do you really think this method is effective?"

Yang Fang nodded. "Of course it’s effective! Otherwise, how would he have been lucky enough to enter the Tenth Prince’s Mansion? The fact that Your Highness was willing to recruit him as a Mansion Official proves that our efforts have already paid off!"

’Great!’

’Just great!’

’The logic is airtight!’

Zhao Ci felt his head buzzing. He had only known Yang Mo’s life was suffocating, but he never knew it was *this* suffocating.