Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Dream-like Man Slayer Fragrance, a Warning

Night fell, and a slight chill filled the air.

The climate in the mountains was a bit colder than in Tan City.

Yang Chan was a little surprised to find Han Bingyu had been waiting outside his courtyard for hours.

According to Han Bingyu, she had arrived in the afternoon and, not finding him, had decided to wait in the courtyard.

As a Pharmacist’s Assistant, Han Bingyu had just returned from Tan City and essentially had no assignments for the next few days.

Since Yang Chan didn’t need to take on any tasks, he had told Han Bingyu to take a few days to rest and not report to the Pharmacy.

When he went to the Pharmacy, it wasn’t to treat anyone. At most, he would just report on the condition of the injured disciples, so he didn’t require any assistance.

“You’re here for the Lantian Jade Refining Pills, right? Here’s a bottle. Take it back with you.”

After letting Han Bingyu inside, Yang Chan pointed to a Medicine Bottle on a nearby table. He had originally planned to have her come over tomorrow, but since she was here now, it saved him some trouble.

“This list contains the medicinal herbs I need this time. There’s no rush. Just try to collect all of them.”

Yang Chan then took out another list, on which were written the various medicines he needed.

He had inquired at the Cyan Yuan Sect’s Medicine Hall and learned these herbs were temporarily in short supply. It would take some time for them to be delivered, so this was a perfect opportunity to have the Han Family send them over.

“Yes, Pharmacist Yang.”

Han Bingyu nodded quickly but didn’t leave with the medicine.

“Is there anything else?”

Seeing that Han Bingyu didn’t leave immediately after taking the medicine, Yang Chan asked, a little puzzled.

Normally, Han Bingyu would take the Elixirs and leave immediately after receiving the Lantian Jade Refining Pills.

“Pharmacist Yang, the Patriarch in Brocade City sent a letter for me to deliver to you.”

Han Bingyu then produced the letter. Her original purpose for coming was to deliver it; she hadn’t expected Yang Chan to let her in and immediately give her the Lantian Jade Refining Pills.

And when Yang Chan spoke, she naturally listened first.

“The Han Family Patriarch? Hand it over.”

Yang Chan’s brow furrowed slightly. Although they were partners, there was basically no communication between them aside from through their intermediary, Han Bingyu.

He wondered why the Patriarch would send him a letter.

He took the envelope from Han Bingyu and opened it to find a red invitation card, which surprised him.

He took out the letter placed beside the invitation. After reading it, Yang Chan understood instantly. The Han Family’s eldest son, Han Liang’an, was getting married. That was why the Han Family Patriarch, Han Taihua, had sent him an invitation—it was a courtesy to a business partner, after all.

Of course, it could also be a test to see if Yang Chan was willing to deepen their cooperation.

“The Han Family’s eldest son is getting married? I won’t be attending in person. Consider this bottle of Lantian Jade Refining Pills a wedding gift.”

Yang Chan took a bottle of Elixirs from his robes, then placed it inside a wooden box, making it look quite presentable.

He then quickly wrote a congratulatory note and placed it on top.

Although this was just a ploy for a monetary gift, targeting the silver coins in his purse, he decided to send something decent to keep up appearances, considering the Han Family was still a viable partner.

But as for expecting him to go down the mountain to Brocade City for the wedding—they could forget it. He had just returned to the Cyan Yuan Sect and had no desire to leave again. It was much better to stay on the mountain.

“Yes, Pharmacist Yang.”

Han Bingyu accepted the gift box Yang Chan had quickly prepared, unsurprised by his decision. In the time she had spent with him, she had discovered that Yang Chan disliked going out, much preferring to stay on the mountain to study books on pharmacology and focus on his Cultivation.

He avoided all other miscellaneous matters whenever possible.

“If you wish to go down the mountain for the wedding, just let me know beforehand. I’ll grant you leave.”

Yang Chan added.

A Pharmacist’s Assistant generally had to stay with their Pharmacist, so they needed to report any personal matters in advance. Yang Chan was naturally aware of this, which was why he made a point of telling her.

He didn’t want to leave the mountain, but he wouldn’t stop Han Bingyu from doing so.

“I understand, Pharmacist Yang.”

Han Bingyu nodded and then left.

After she was gone, Yang Chan noticed a faint fragrance lingering in the room. He had already confirmed it was non-toxic, so he paid it no mind.

…

’Pharmacist Yang is really a tough nut to crack,’ Han Bingyu sighed after leaving Yang Chan’s courtyard. ’I even prepared the Dream-like powder, and it still had no effect. It seems he’s truly uninterested in matters between men and women!’

In her time with Yang Chan, she had come to see more and more of his excellent qualities. Compared to ordinary disciples and Pharmacists, he was far more self-disciplined and principled—a good man. If she could rise in status through him, she wouldn’t have to worry about being cast aside.

After returning to the Cyan Yuan Sect, free from the constant sense of crisis, other ideas began to take root in her mind—or rather, a previously extinguished ambition was rekindled.

Therefore, before coming to Yang Chan’s courtyard, she had made extensive preparations. She had even bought the “Dream-like” powder—also known as “Man Slayer”—a fragrant powder designed to arouse a man’s most natural desires.

While inside his room, aside from delivering the invitation, she had been watching for any change in him. The result, however, was unexpected. Yang Chan showed no reaction at all. He remained perfectly calm, seemingly unaffected.

This left her feeling very dejected.

It was as if Yang Chan had no interest in her whatsoever.

And yet, here in the Cyan Yuan Sect, countless men tried to curry favor with her, though she rarely paid them any mind.

…

Yang Chan opened the window to let the air circulate. Although the fragrance wasn’t poisonous, he didn’t want any unknown substance lingering in his room.

A case in point was the Qianji Yin he possessed—a seemingly non-toxic substance that could turn into a deadly poison at a critical moment, a poison that had even felled an Inner Master from the No-Life Evil Cult.

With their fate serving as a cautionary tale, it was always better to be extra careful.

’My Qi and Blood is stirring a bit,’ Yang Chan thought. ’Don’t tell me this scent can actually stimulate male hormones? I really shouldn’t be breathing in unknown substances. I have to keep the room ventilated at all times. Otherwise, if someone tried to use poison smoke in here, I’d fall for it.’

Looking around the room, Yang Chan felt he had grown complacent since returning to the Cyan Yuan Sect.

Back in Tan City, his room had not only been rigged with various traps but also equipped with multiple ventilation systems.

Even when he slept, the air he breathed was piped in from an underground passage to prevent him from being knocked out by poison or knockout gas.

Here in the Cyan Yuan Sect, however, his room had no such setups.

Although the Cyan Yuan Sect was relatively safe, he still had to consider other possibilities. If someone tried to harm him, he could easily fall into their trap.

This incident was a warning to him.

’First, I’ll practice the Tiger Demon Bone-Refining Fist to calm my Qi and Blood Power.’

With this plan in mind, Yang Chan began practicing the Fist Technique in his room, and the aura around him gradually stabilized.

Practicing Martial Arts consumed Qi and Blood Power, but it also left one feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Just like Yang Chan now. He was covered in sweat, but his mind felt much clearer—though that was mostly thanks to his afternoon nap.

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