Chapter 1597 — Struggles of the Heart: I Don't Even Like Him, and the One He Loves Is Tang Zhi? But... Do I Really Not Like Him?
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"Sister Yaoyao, what's wrong with you?" Shen Yushu asked, tilting her head at Gu Mengyao's strangely contorted expression.
"Nothing... nothing at all..." Gu Mengyao shook her head, banishing the unrealistic thought from her mind.
"Then... shall I go help?" Shen Yushu asked, barely able to contain herself.
"Don't go make a scene! Wei Zhao said he has a way to handle it!" For reasons she couldn't quite explain, Gu Mengyao found herself extremely reluctant to let Shen Yushu walk over there.
On Wei Zhao's end, he had swiftly driven silver needles into the acupoints all over his body — yet he could hear every single word of the conversation between Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu perfectly clearly! Wei Zhao let out a bitter smile, forced to do his best to suppress those improper thoughts.
As for Yaoyao and Xiao Shu, Wei Zhao naturally held affection for them as well. Was he made of wood or stone, to feel no emotion at all? After all, having lived together for so long, a unique kind of emotional bond had long since formed among them. Although Tang Zhi had more or less tacitly accepted the presence of the eldest young lady and Xiao Shu, Wei Zhao found their true feelings utterly inscrutable.
The eldest young lady's affections were ambiguous — neither entirely true nor entirely false. Beneath Shen Yushu's sprightly ebullience, it was always impossible to tell what was genuine and what wasn't. Moreover, Wei Zhao already had Tang Zhi, and he already had Feng Xiaoxiao. If something truly happened with the eldest young lady or Xiao Shu here and now, Wei Zhao would never be able to face himself.
Even if he were to act on it, Wei Zhao would consult Tang Zhi's wishes first — that was the bare minimum of respect. He could not simply run amok just because Tang Zhi indulged and tacitly permitted things.
But Wei Zhao soon discovered that the silver needle detoxification method seemed to have no effect on him. The temperature inside his body was still climbing! The drug's effects had clearly taken hold, and Wei Zhao felt no reversal whatsoever. The desire surging within him grew ever stronger, contorting his expression into something fierce and terrifying.
Still, Wei Zhao managed to cling to what little rationality remained. He sat cross-legged on the ground and urgently asked Jiao Yazi, "Elder Jiao, what should I do now?"
"Hmm... this looks rather serious. Try using your true qi to dissolve the desire," Jiao Yazi said after a moment's thought. "Your energy is universal in nature. See if you can convert it into a force to neutralize the drug's potency within your body."
"Alright!" Wei Zhao nodded, entered the jade pendant space, and activated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Technique, using the energy within the jade pendant space to fight against and dissolve the aphrodisiac's poison in his body. To Wei Zhao's pleasant surprise, it actually seemed to be having some effect!
But the aphrodisiac's potency proved extraordinarily tyrannical — for every fraction he refined away, an enormous amount of energy had to be drawn into his body. Still, that was better than having no method at all, and time was something Wei Zhao had in abundance.
In a private room elsewhere within the resort, Zhong Yongliang and Gao Xiaofu were drenched in sweat, panting heavily from sheer exhaustion.
"Brother Liang, this isn't working either — my hands are about to snap off!" Gao Xiaofu groaned, his face twisted into a bitter grimace. "Paozi's drug is way too overpowered!"
"Tell me about it! My arms feel like they're going to break too — but we've got to push through! Think about Wei Zhao's side of things; we need to get over there as fast as we can. If we're too late, it'll all have been for nothing!" Zhong Yongliang said. "Let's sing a song — pick up the pace!"
"Sing? Sure! What song?" Gao Xiaofu asked.
"Sing with me! One, two, three — ready... Go! Calabash Brothers... Calabash Brothers..." Zhong Yongliang belted out at the top of his lungs.