Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Yunnan chuckled and gently poked his chest with her finger, a very tender gesture.

"I'm being serious with you, but you're playing dumb with me... You can say whatever you want, just remember—keep it a secret, don't even tell your closest friends and family."

Her fingers paused for a moment on his chest, then withdrew.

Fu, who was seeing Yunnan laugh out loud for the first time, was stunned for a second, then dropped his feigned ignorance and coughed twice.

"What exactly is the purpose of this seal?"

"I don't know either."

Yunnan shook his head. "All I know is that if all nine Heavenly Seals are collected, one can reach the heavens! The fact that Qingming Jushi was able to obtain this seal shows that he was a prominent figure back then, but even he couldn't protect it and could only pass away in the secret realm in the end. This shows how deep the water behind this seal is."

She paused, then looked up into Fu Qing's eyes.

"General Fu, promise me one thing—if one day you can no longer hold it, hand over the seal to me, and I will keep it for you as the Princess of Kang. Although Kang is not as powerful as Jing, it will at least give you another way out."

Fu Qing was moved and said, "Okay."

Yunnan nodded, stepped back to regain her princess-like composure, and curtsied to Fu Qing.

"Take care, General."

Fu Qing returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying, "Take care, Your Highness."

...

As the Kangguo caravan set off, Yunnan Zhi lifted the curtain to take one last look at Fu Qing.

Those eyes held extremely complex emotions: gratitude, a touch of inexplicable longing, and a hint of regret that she herself couldn't quite put her finger on.

She lowered the carriage curtain, sat back in the carriage, and held the landscape painting in her arms.

The landscape in the painting is still flowing slowly, and the humans and demons inside are still living, cultivating, and fighting.

The Jingguo caravan was also assembled. Fu Qing mounted his horse, and An Sheng followed behind him carrying a silver spear.

Yu Fu tied the Xuan Tian Stone Tablet to the horse's back and climbed up himself. The horse snorted under the weight of the stone tablet, but fortunately, their horses were all demonic creatures and could carry tens of thousands of catties without any problem.

Su Wen sat in the carriage, her medicine box on her lap, a half-read pharmacopoeia in her hand. She glanced at Fu Qing through the window.

"snort..."

...

On the way back to the capital, Suwen handed a pill to Fu Qing.

This pill was smaller than usual, lighter in color, and coated with a layer of pale yellow licorice powder. When you brought it close, you could smell a faint sweet fragrance.

"The newly prepared suppressant medicine uses the Blood Spirit Mushroom and Ice Crystal Snow Lotus that were gathered in the secret realm. It should be able to delay the spread of the Gu poison for a while longer. Let's give it a try."

Without hesitation, Fu Qing took the pill and threw it into his mouth. A few breaths later, his expression changed drastically. This time, the taste was more intense than any previous generation, so bitter that the veins on his forehead bulged.

He gulped down several mouthfuls of water, but the bitter taste stubbornly clung to the back of his tongue, no matter how much he rinsed it off.

He frowned deeply. "Bitter! Extremely bitter! Ten times more bitter than Polygonatum! What did you add this time?"

Suwen looked at him expressionlessly. "Bitterness is good. This medicine contains a bitter herb called 'Gentiana'. The bitterness can stimulate the contraction of the meridians and slow down the spread of the Gu poison in the meridians. It has fewer side effects than the previous generation."

She jotted down a few notes in her notebook, then closed it. "The next generation will adjust the dosage of bitter herbs to try and reduce the bitterness to an acceptable level."

"Okay, fine."

Su Xue, who was standing next to them, glanced at the two of them and chuckled to herself—she had seen Su Wen add three times the dosage of Coptis chinensis powder to the pills last night.

Bitter gall grass is indeed bitter, but the amount of bitter gall grass in that pill is at most 10%, and the remaining 20% ​​is all polygonatum.

Suwen was standing right next to her while she was preparing the medicine, and couldn't help but ask, "Junior Sister, why are you putting in so much Coptis chinensis? Isn't Bitter Gallbladder enough?"

Without even looking up, Su Wen replied, "He's thick-skinned; he won't die of bitterness!"

Seeing Fu Qing's pained expression, she covered her mouth and laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking.

Fu Qing noticed Su Xue was snickering. "What are you laughing at, Dr. Su?"

"It's nothing."

Su Xue quickly suppressed her smile, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but curl upwards.

"General Fu, the medicine my junior sister prepares is all targeted to the symptoms, so you can take it without worry. It is a bit bitter, but the effect is definitely good. I watched her prepare it, and every ingredient was placed in a particularly good way."

Su Wen glanced at Su Xue, who immediately lowered her head and pretended to organize her medicine pouch.

Fu Qing noticed something odd about the two of them, but didn't think much of it.

...

It was already evening when Fu Qing returned to Jingjing. He pushed open the courtyard gate and saw that most of the dates on the date tree had turned red, and many had fallen to the ground unpicked.

Song Yawei was squatting under the jujube tree picking jujubes, with her bamboo basket at her feet. When she heard the gate open, she looked up and the jujubes in her hand fell to the ground and rolled twice.

She stood up and stood there, wiping her hands with her apron.

Song Nini poked her head out of the kitchen, spatula still raised in mid-air. She paused for a moment when she saw Fu Qing, then put the spatula down on the stove and ran over.

"Brother-in-law!"

Fu Qing kicked Song Nini up and laughed, "Did you miss me!"

Song Nini nodded vigorously and kissed him on the cheek.

The daughter was clinging to the edge of the cradle, trying to climb out. Her little feet were kicking the cradle so hard it was creaking. When she saw Fu Qing come in, she pouted and stretched out her little hands to him, mumbling "Daddy, hug me."

His son, however, sat quietly in the corner of the cradle, holding a cloth tiger in his hand. His dark eyes turned and stared at him for a while before he lowered his head to continue studying the cloth tiger's ears.

Fu Qing bent down and picked up his daughter. The little girl hugged his neck and wouldn't let go, rubbing her face against his and getting his face covered in drool.

Song Yawei walked up to him and touched the new scar on his face. The scar was left by the Monkey King's claws and had already scabbed over, but the new skin was still light pink, which was different from the surrounding skin color.

"You've lost weight again."

Fu Qing grinned, cupped her face, and kissed her. "You get a lot of exercise, so you're naturally thin."

Song Nini circled around him, making sure he wasn't missing any limbs, and then touched the new scar on his shoulder.

"Didn't Sister Suwen sew it up properly? It's left a scar."

She wrinkled her nose and added, "But so what if it leaves a scar? You're not short of scars anyway. Daughter, don't rub your dad's face; he has a scar on his face!"

Fu Qing put his daughter back in the cradle, but the little girl was unhappy and pouted as if she was about to cry, so he had to pick her up again.

His son glanced at his elderly father, showing no interest whatsoever.

...

That evening, after the two children had been put to sleep, Fu Qing pulled his two wives into the inner room.

Song Yawei blushed slightly and hesitated before speaking.

"The children are all asleep, and it's hard to soothe them if they're woken up."

Fu Qing put his arm around her waist and pulled her back, chuckling softly, "If you call softly, you won't wake her up."

Song Nini, however, didn't seem to care at all. She deliberately shrank back under the covers from the other side, peeking out half her head and giving a sly smile.

"Sis, if you're worried about disturbing the baby, just bite the pillow."

Song Yawei's face turned red instantly. She reached out to pinch Song Nini's waist. Song Nini giggled in the quilt, dodging and making a fuss.

Fu Qing was in a great mood and reached out to hug both of them, one on each side.