Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The underground stone hall of Qingce Manor was deathly silent.

Only the faint smell of sulfur emanating from the coal pile in the corner, mixed with the sound of water dripping from the depths of the distant mine, sounded particularly clear and jarring in the open space.

FAMAS's proposed collaboration was like a stone thrown into a deep well, failing to create the expected ripples.

After listening, Zhiyi did not respond immediately. He remained silent, his gaze first falling heavily on Famas's face, as if trying to penetrate the boy's skin and examine the truth beneath. Then, his gaze slowly fell and focused on the untouched teacup in his hand.

The azure tea reflected his own blurred yet taut outline.

Time flowed silently in the oppressive stillness.

Famas paid no heed to the deathly silence. He lowered his head with interest, his fingertips slowly and deliberately stroking the edge of the fine porcelain teacup, his movements as meticulous as if he were playing with a rare antique or examining an interesting trophy.

A moment later, Famas raised his head again, tilted his head, and looked at Zhiyi, who was sitting as still as a stone statue, with a curious gaze.

Inside the stone hall, only the faint sound of water droplets falling in the distance serves as a reminder of the passage of time.

The time it takes for a cup of tea to go from scalding hot to completely ice-cold slips by silently and suffocatingly.

At this moment, Famas finally spoke, breaking the deathly silence. His voice was not loud, but it carried an all-knowing languor:

"What are you waiting for, Zhiyi?"

The boy's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold, emotionless arc. He leaned forward slightly, as if he could pierce through all of Zhiyi's pretenses.

"Let me guess..."

Famas deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze suddenly shifting to the cup of tea in Zhiyi's hand, which showed no signs of diminishing, his tone abruptly turning sinister:

"You're not waiting for the poison from the 'demon remnants' mixed in your tea to take effect, are you?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the entire stone hall suddenly froze.

Famas's words seemed to freeze this space and time, and the solidified air in the stone hall suddenly gained weight, pressing heavily on Zhiyi's shoulders.

Zhiyi suddenly looked up, her gaze seemingly drawn by an invisible thread, abruptly meeting Famas's deep, dark eyes.

There was no anger, no astonishment, only a penetrating understanding.

The moment their eyes met, Zhiyi's tense nerves relaxed.

He suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh that carried a strange weariness, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, or a kind of cold relief. All the carefully constructed warmth, humility, and innocence fell away like peeling paint.

"You did indeed find it; the tea I carefully prepared for you."

Zhiyi's voice was unusually calm, like a frozen deep pool, without a single ripple of pretense.

The scheme had been completely exposed, disguised as a clumsy joke. Zhiyi simply laid everything out on the cold stone table, as if revealing his last trump card.

"It seems you truly are no ordinary Genshin Impact..."

Zhiyi's gaze locked onto Famas's face again, no longer probing, but with an almost cruel confirmation.

"Instead, they are a reclusive immortal clan of Liyue." Even now, Zhiyi's understanding still stubbornly confines Famas to the reclusive immortal clan of Liyue.

He could not imagine, much less comprehend, that the seemingly youthful being before him was a demon god who had traversed the ancient dust and sands to reach the present day and walk the continent of Teyvat.

As Famas pointed out, in order to thoroughly verify the authenticity of the other party's "immortal" identity, Zhiyi chose the most direct and fatal method.

That is, without any scruples, they added a deadly poison extracted from the remnants of the demon god to Famas's scalding hot tea, using it as the final touchstone.

The origin of this poison was also a matter of chance.

Initially, when Zhiyi received the bottle of potent poison for winter from Yusupov, the superior of the Fools, he was planning how to convert it into a slow-acting poison.

Uncle Tian's death could not have been a sudden, thunderous demise, but rather a slow, natural decline, like autumn leaves falling.

To this end, Zhiyi secretly collected a large number of Liyue medical books. He repeatedly flipped through the yellowed pages in the dim light. Zhiyi even went to Bubulu more than once, under the guise of seeking knowledge, to indirectly inquire about the hidden principles of drug interactions and slow-release dosage from the physician named Baishu.

Naturally, Zhiyi's exploration delved into the ancient legends and secret medical texts of the Chenyu Valley Medicine Lord lineage to which Baizhu belongs.

But would Bai Shu really impart the essence of his sect to a Liyue student who is studying abroad?

Driven by a thirst for knowledge and harboring ulterior motives, Zhiyi had no choice but to venture alone into the mountains and waters of Chenyu Valley to search for any remaining relics and oral traditions, paving the way for his future plans.

It was in this land of spiritual charm that fate brought him to Jiang Li.

This woman, who claims to be a descendant of the Shenyu Valley medical lineage, is working day and night to care for her ailing husband, Jialiang, and her young child, A'e.

With impeccable manners and timely assistance, Zhiyi quietly won Jiang Li's trust, like a gentle spring rain nourishing the earth, and established a seemingly deep friendship.

At the same time, Zhiyi also glimpsed many secrets and taboos of the Shenyu Valley medical lineage that were unknown to outsiders. Through this, he also discovered the root cause of Jialiang's weakness, which was the residual poison left behind after Jialiang was eroded by the remnants of the demon god in his early years.

Zhiyi's most crucial discovery was that the prescription Jiang Li used to suppress the residual poison in her husband's body was actually made from a potent poison refined from the remnants of a demon god, and its principle was to fight poison with poison.

Once, when Jiang Li went out to collect rare medicinal herbs, the residual poison in Jia Liang's body suddenly erupted violently.

Seeing the critical situation, Zhiyi did not hesitate for a moment and took it upon himself to pour the entire dose of medicine that Jiang Li had prepared for the next day into Jialiang's mouth.

When Jiang Li returned and saw that her husband had miraculously recovered, she naturally expressed her deepest gratitude to Zhiyi, her benefactor, and was moved to tears.

It was this seemingly life-saving act that allowed Zhiyi to personally verify the terrifying duality of this drug.

This medicine is a life-saving antidote for Jia Liang, but a deadly poison that kills any other living being in the world. Jiang Li further illustrates its danger with examples, casually mentioning Xiao, the Great Sage Who Subdues Demons and Guards Dihua Island, who suffers from the bone-corroding pain of the remnants of demons.

Jiang Li solemnly instructed Zhiyi that the process of refining and using this medicine must not be known in the slightest by her fellow disciple, the physician Bai Shu of Bu Bu Lu.

Zhiyi outwardly agreed respectfully, as if he treasured this trust, but secretly he secretly stole several bottles of this poison containing terrifying power, carefully hiding them away as a hidden and deadly pawn in a dangerous future situation.

He never expected to encounter Famas in the port, nor did he expect that this poison of demonic remnants would come in handy so quickly.

More importantly, even immortals couldn't ignore this poison, yet Famas drank several cups of it without any ill effects. (End of Chapter)