Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3157: This Poison Is Great

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Previously on Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability...
After a fierce battle, the two elders of the Saintess Sect were defeated and killed by the Yuchi and Ge families. The leaders of the major clans then organized their guards to continue searching the desert for missing clan members, including the young master of the Yuchi family. Meanwhile, the group of men and children they had rescued discussed their journey towards Little Forest, now feeling more secure with their increased numbers and confident after dealing a blow to the Saintess Sect. Other elders pursuing escapees also met resistance from major clans, suffering heavy losses and retreating towards Little Forest to inform their Sect Master.

Within the confines of the Little Forest, the disciples of the Saintess Sect, though unaware of their gravely injured Elders, were keenly experiencing bodily changes. The first to perceive this shift were those adept in the art of poison.

"We've been poisoned!"

A sudden heaviness afflicted their bodies, and respiration became a struggle—undeniable indicators of an insidious poisoning.

A cluster of female disciples quickly formed a circle, extracting a silver needle to prick into the arm of one among them. Upon withdrawal, however, the needle remained unchanged.

"How can this be? Are we not poisoned?"

The disciple holding the silver needle gazed at the others, bewildered.

"How could the silver needle show no reaction? We are clearly poisoned; I can barely circulate the Original Soul energy within my body properly," another disciple expressed her clear disbelief.

She had just attempted to circulate her Original Soul energy, encountering significant resistance—what else could it possibly be but poisoning?

"Perhaps this poison is so peculiar that even a silver needle cannot detect its presence," a third disciple hypothesized.

At this suggestion, everyone's apprehension intensified. If the silver needle offered no detection, how would they report this critical situation to the Sect Master? Were they expected to report a mere suspicion of poisoning?

"What course of action should we take now?"

Uncertainty clouded the eyes of the gathered women.

What truly was the best approach? Should they inform the Sect Master immediately? The consensus was yes; they were undeniably poisoned.

What if the poison acted swiftly, claiming their lives?

"I will go and report to the Sect Master. You all should try to devise a method to find an antidote," declared one of the female disciples before departing.

Those remaining exchanged helpless glances. What methods could they possibly conceive? They had no medicinal herbs readily available, and those brought from the Sect were secured under lock and key, rendering them inaccessible.

If only an Elder could return at this precise moment, but such a scenario was impossible; the Elders were occupied in pursuit of a target.

They would not return unless they succeeded in apprehending the individual in question.

"First, we must ascertain the nature of this poison."

Since they were incapable of finding any medicine, their only recourse was to attempt identification of the poison. Yet, they overlooked a crucial detail: if even a silver needle failed to detect it, and they were far from the Saintess Sect, what resources did they possess for poison testing?

"This poison is remarkable."

By this time, Little Nuonuo and her companions, concealed by the Stone People, had drawn near to the Little Forest.

The men, meanwhile, remained outside, conversing in hushed groups. They too had grasped the gravity of the situation, but retreating was no longer a feasible option.

Not only were they under the observation of the Saintess Sect disciples, but even if they managed to break free, how could they depart without essential supplies?

Consequently, they were all compelled to remain, awaiting the unfolding events.

"A poison capable of dissolving a person's Original Soul energy without their awareness is truly exceptional. Is there any more available?" Min Yi inquired, his eyes alight with curiosity as he looked towards Qian Yizheng.

Qian Yizheng met his gaze and offered a slight smirk.

Even if he possessed an ample supply, he would not share it lightly, not even with Min Yi standing beside him.

Such a potent poison, if administered to Saintess Sect disciples, served as a means of eliminating evil for the populace. However, its use against righteous individuals would render them culpable.

Sensing Qian Yizheng's unspoken refusal, Min Yi cleared his throat lightly.

If he was unwilling to share, so be it. He was merely expressing curiosity and harbored no genuine expectation of obtaining such a potent substance. Moreover, even if he were to acquire it, he wouldn't necessarily employ it for nefarious purposes; at most, he might administer a small dose to his father back home, who held him in rather low regard.