The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691: 574 Meng Qingxue is in a terrible situation, unmatched by anyone [2 updates]

An Ling was somewhat anxious.

But the drawing of lots was absolutely fair.

Names written on slips of paper were placed into a box, from which the Great Elder of the Pill Alliance personally drew.

Foo Chen finally woke up a bit, still drowsy, "What’s finished?"

"Brother Foo, you’re finally awake," An Ling shook his shoulder desperately, "the competition, Miss Zijin drew Qingxue."

"Oh," Foo Chen rolled his eyelids and turned over, "then Meng Qingxue is doomed, unless she decides to take it seriously. If she goes easy, it might be better for her."

An Ling frowned, "Brother Foo, you’re confused from sleeping, aren’t you talking backward?"

Meng Qingxue is doomed?

Even if Foo Chen himself went up to compete, at most it would be an even match with Meng Qingxue.

"I’m not talking backward," Foo Chen forced himself to be energetic, "I’m telling you, my master... Miss Ying is unmatched."

Even if their family ancestor came, he couldn’t compare in terms of medical skills.

In the entire Ancient medical field, when it comes to refining medicine, who could compare with Ying Zijin?

An Ling lowered his voice, "Brother Foo, tell me the truth, do you have a thing for Miss Zijin?"

"Damn it," this sentence completely woke Foo Chen, and he threw his fan, covering An Ling’s mouth tightly, "Shut your mouth!"

A genuine Ancient Martial Grandmaster was sitting nearby.

This was the Ancient medical field, and the guards present did not have cultivation as high as Fu Yunshen.

Did he still want to live?

Foo Chen immediately declared, "I swear, I have no designs on Miss Ying, heaven and earth bear witness."

Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids slightly, "You wouldn’t dare."

"..."

**

As it was the first match, Ying Zijin had already taken the stage.

On the other side, Meng Family’s guards were pushing Meng Qingxue up.

"Qingxue," An Miaomiao tugged at her clothes, "don’t take the competition too seriously later."

"What are you talking about?" Meng Qingxue frowned, "This is a competition, how could I go easy? Everything must be fair and just."

An Miaomiao was puzzled, "This isn’t any important competition, what I mean is, you refine some medicine with weaker toxicity, so you don’t hurt Miss Ying too much."

Meng Qingxue pursed her lips, clenching her hand tightly, "No matter how unimportant, it is still a competition."

An Miaomiao suppressed a breath, almost suffocating.

She realized she really couldn’t communicate with Meng Qingxue.

Why was she so straightforward and inflexible?

On stage, the Great Elder of the Pill Alliance furrowed his brows and spoke in a low voice, "Miss Ying, if it’s really not going well, you can quit in the middle."

The Ancient medical field had hosted many such events before, and it wasn’t without precedent that lives had been lost.

Ying Zijin was a member of the Pill Alliance, still growing, with limitless prospects.

The Pill Alliance could not lose a genius who was sure to become a top-level Alchemist.

Ying Zijin nodded, "I have my limits."

The Great Elder was still worried and watched by the side.

The medicinal materials were all on the table for both sides to choose from.

Meng Qingxue coughed a few times, "Miss Ying, you go first. Do you really need the Snow Jade Ginseng?"

Ying Zijin turned her head.

Meng Qingxue spoke again, "If I win, it could still be yours."

A healthy body is given by one’s parents and cannot be compared.

But in refining medicine, indeed a comparison can be made.

She still has talents that could surpass Ying Zijin.

Ying Zijin did not respond, and after selecting her medicinal materials, she went to the medicine furnace on the left and sat down cross-legged.

The ancient physicians also saw the medicinal materials she chose.

These materials could only refine one type of poison, the Energy Dissipating Pill.

After taking it, one’s Inner Strength would be sealed for a while.

Meng Qingxue also began to select medicinal materials.

The Great Elder’s brow furrowed, quickly judging from the materials the poison that Meng Qingxue intended to refine.

Vein Severing Pill.

This kind of poison was very dangerous.

Given Ying Zijin’s current strength, it was not easy to deal with.

Both sides needed to refine three pills.

One poison, an antidote for that poison, and an antidote for the opponent’s poison.

The audience watched intensely.

In the middle of it, many people noticed something was wrong.

"Brother Foo, it’s bad!" An Ling slammed Foo Chen’s shoulder, his eyes widening slightly, "Qingxue isn’t refining a Vein Severing Pill, but a Vein Fragmenting Pill."

These two elixirs used the same materials, only the amount of each material differed.

However, the latter was fifty times stronger in toxicity than the former.

Once someone took a Vein Fragmenting Pill, the limbs would ache within a minute.

After three minutes, the pain would spread to the heart and lungs.

Within five minutes, if there was no antidote, the heart veins would be severed.

Of course, the Vein Fragmenting Pill was not absolutely incurable, nor was it considered a high-level poison.

For the older generation of ancient physicians, it was easy to detoxify, as they had studied the domain for a long time and could not be compared with the younger generation.