Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1880: Chapter 1880: Tears Are About to Stink Out

He was very doubtful, “Was I not poisoned at all, and only felt like I was after smelling that?”

But looking at everyone beside him, all pale-faced and trembling from the stench, he barely convinced himself that he hadn’t been poisoned but was merely affected by the smell.

“It may stink, but it’s much better than being poisoned.”

Another disciple grimaced and said.

Although he had never seen what the Third Elder looked like after being poisoned, he had heard faint rumours; they said it was unbearably painful, to the point of rolling on the ground in agony.

Considering who the Third Elder was, a man of iron will and bones, reduced to such a state by pain, showed just how vicious the poison was.

Now, just by enduring this foul odor, they could prevent poisoning—it was indeed a blessing in disguise.

At the very least, they were not going to die.

On the other hand, if it weren’t for so many disciples and all those eyes watching, Liao Xun would have also loved to cover his nose with his sleeve; the smell was just too horrible.

What kind of antidote was that woman refining that it smelled several times worse than the lowest-grade poison produced by their Poison Valley’s juniors?

“What is this thing? Are they toying with us?”

His face turned red as he asked in a lowered voice to the Second Elder beside him.

“Young Valley Master, bear with it a little longer, maybe it will get better soon,” the Second Elder patiently persuaded.

In truth, he also felt like vomiting from the smell, which was indescribably unpleasant. He didn’t even know if the Valley Master was truly certain that this was the antidote for the poison.

If it wasn’t, he would have to march up to Medical Valley to confront the King-Grade Alchemist.

Liao Xun listened to the Second Elder’s words, clenched his teeth, and remained silent.

He had to endure it, no matter what. He couldn’t just not take the antidote, could he?

Compared to being poisoned, he could bear this stench; at least it wouldn’t make him, the Young Valley Master, seem like someone who lacked the spirit to endure hardship.

“Hu!”

He exhaled a heavy breath, almost like the stench could bring tears to his eyes.

What kind of woman was capable of concocting such a disgusting antidote—it truly made him feel murderous.

The bonfire had burned for less than two It would be dawn, and the disciples’ faces could no longer be described as just unsightly.

Finally, when there was no smoke left from the fire, the foul odor dissipated, but perhaps it was psychological—despite the absence of the smell, everyone still seemed to detect that fishy stink in the air.

Following an order from Liao Valley Master, the disciples who couldn’t stand it anymore sat down on the ground, heads hanging low.

“Great Elder, has the poison in your body been cured?”

Liao Valley Master descended from above and asked the Great Elder, who was the most poisoned after the Third Elder.

The Great Elder carefully checked his own body and to his delight, found the poison really had been cured, and he felt no issues anymore. He then walked over to where the Third Elder was half-lying on a chair.

Reaching out, he took the Third Elder’s arm to check his pulse.

“Valley Master, the poison inside the Third Elder has also been cured.” After a while, he finally relaxed and looked up at Liao Valley Master, saying.

Seeing that deep poisons like the Third Elder’s had been cured demonstrated the antidote’s impressive effectiveness.

“That’s good, that’s very good.”

Liao Valley Master was so overcome with joy that he almost cried with relief. He didn’t have to worry anymore.