C88 Master Is Above!

"Alright, Old Man Qian, you're the boss. Just drop your illusion trick, and I'll give you a hundred bucks. I need to get back to the city," said Yuvyuv.

"Wait, Ye Erya, you... you know this is an illusion?" Elder Qian stared at Yuvyuv, surprised.

"Please, it's no big deal. You just bury some old coins in the yard, tie a few red strings in the corners, and throw in some random stuff to fool people. It's nothing special," Yuvyuv scoffed.

Truthfully, she was frustrated. In her past life, she had tried to learn these tricks but could never quite master them. Whenever Elder Qian taught her a mechanism, she'd end up trapping herself instead of others.

Yes, the art was meant to trap others, but somehow, Yuvyuv always ended up being the one caught. It was embarrassing, and she couldn't bring herself to admit it.

Yuvyuv suspected Elder Qian was holding back, worried that her skills in toxicology might surpass his, so he wasn't teaching her properly. As the saying goes, "Teach your apprentice everything, and you'll starve the master."

The more Yuvyuv thought about it, the more it seemed plausible. After all, Elder Qian had a history of swindling her father out of a hundred bucks.

Elder Qian, on the other hand, was delighted. He thought he had found a promising student to learn their family's secret arts. Little did he know, Yuvyuv was silently cursing him.

If Elder Qian heard her thoughts, he'd probably be so angry he'd blow his top.

And so, Yuvyuv found herself stuck in the backyard, held back by Elder Qian for a hundred bucks. He had her clean up the herb garden that Little White and Little Black had messed up, as a way to work off the debt.

Yuvyuv was resentful, but Elder Qian's mechanisms were too advanced for her to break. So, she grudgingly tidied up the garden, all the while muttering curses at the "greedy old man."

Oh, Old Man Qian still hasn't forgotten about those thousand coins.

On the first night, during dinner, Old Man Qian suddenly smiled warmly and suggested to Ye Yuvyuv that he could teach her some fun and interesting things.

Ye Yuvyuv was initially taken aback, then her eyelid twitched. She knew it—ever since she pointed out Old Man Qian's sleight of hand, he had been planning something.

In her past life, the reason Old Man Qian taught her was partly because of her father, Ye Mingyuan. After her father passed away and the Ye family fell from grace, she truly became alone. The trauma left her with an uncontrollable thirst for blood.

If untreated, it would destroy her.

Ye Yuvyuv recalled that Old Man Qian only came down from Jade Forest Mountain after her condition worsened, invited by Huo Lingxiao to a secret research base at the military hospital.

Now she wondered if part of the reason Old Man Qian agreed was to treat her.

Ye Yuvyuv looked up at Old Man Qian, feeling a bit choked up. Before he could say anything, she blurted out, "Old Man Qian, you want to take me as your apprentice, don't you?"

Old Man Qian was momentarily stunned.

He did have that intention, but he couldn't say it outright. He had concerns. He couldn't openly take this talented girl as his apprentice, or it might bring unnecessary trouble if certain people found out.

That was his worry.

He wanted to mentor this gifted girl but was troubled by the risks.

Old Man Qian was caught in his dilemma, unsure of how to respond to Ye Yuvyuv.

Suddenly, Ye Yuvyuv pulled out her chair and stood up. Her face was serious, her gaze steady and earnest. She walked over to Old Man Qian and declared, "Old Man Qian, I've decided. I want you to be my teacher."

With that, she swiftly poured a cup of tea, and to Old Man Qian's astonishment, she knelt down slowly, saying clearly, "Master, please accept this tea from your apprentice!"

"Elder!" The old man was taken aback.

He looked at the young girl kneeling before him, her eyes clear and earnest, but his hands trembled, hesitant to accept.

"Master, please have some tea!" Yuvyuv insisted, her expression intensely sincere. "By accepting this cup, you become my master for life. A master is like a father, teaching skills that a disciple will never forget. I will honor and serve you as I would my own father."

"Child!" The old man's eyes reddened instantly. He looked at the girl's clear eyes and, with trembling hands, carefully took the tea. "From this day forward, I am your master. But there's one thing you must remember."

"What is it, Master?" Yuvyuv had already guessed what he was about to say.

"Besides the two of us, no one else can know about our master-disciple relationship." The old man looked at Yuvyuv with utmost seriousness, seeking her promise.

Yuvyuv felt a pang in her heart. As she expected, her master wanted to protect her from any harm, just like in her past life. She nodded firmly, "Yes, Master."

Seeing the old man finally relax and smile, Yuvyuv made a vow in her heart, "Master, rest assured, one day I will find and eliminate those who destroyed the Tang Sect, avenging you and the sect."

The old man was overjoyed to have taken on a disciple. But his joy was short-lived.

He looked at his garden, where many precious herbs had been uprooted. The old man was hopping mad, "That little rascal! My precious garden, and she treats it like a weed patch..."

While the old man fumed, Yuvyuv, along with Little White and Little Black, hid in a room, quickly working on something.

All of Elder Qian's prized herbs were right here. After an hour, Yuvyuv looked at her handiwork with a satisfied grin. "Fresh itching powder, one of a kind, no duplicates."

Yes, she had used her master's precious herbs to make itching powder. She had crafted it in her past life, and its effects were quite peculiar—anyone who came into contact with it would wish they hadn't.

Oh, I forgot to mention, there's no antidote for this itching powder. As I said, she only knew how to make poisons, not cure them. That's why she earned the title of "Twisted Poison Queen" in her past life.

As for this newly crafted itching powder, Yuvyuv had a purpose for it. Her lips curled into a cold smile. "If someone is foolish enough to mess with me, it would be disappointing not to return the favor."

Yuvyuv carefully packed the special itching powder into a porcelain bottle she had swiped from Elder Qian. She was meticulous in her handling. This wasn't the kind of powder you could find at a local pharmacy, easily neutralized by any doctor. Once it touched your skin, you'd be in for a world of discomfort.

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