Unrivaled Medicine God Chapter 1: Can This Thing Even Be Eaten?

Cough! Cough! Cough!

A frail young man on an antique sandalwood bed suddenly burst into a fit of intense coughing.

He seemed like he wouldn’t quit until he hacked up his lungs.

His lips carried a purple hue, face deathly pale—a sure sign his days were numbered. Still, his fierce coughing sent the young madam next to him into a panic.

Around thirty years old, the young madam had lost her youthful peak but kept her elegant allure. Right then, her furrowed brows gradually relaxed as she seized the frail youth’s hand.

"Yuan-er! You’re finally awake! You terrified Mother! Ah! Hurry and summon the family head. Yuan-er’s awake now, so treating him comes first. We’ll deal with the Wan Family later!"

The servant dashed off at the young madam’s command.

But the youth ignored everything, consumed only by his coughing.

Suddenly, puhwark! Out came a gush of black blood! It swiftly burned a big hole in the sheets. Obviously packed with deadly poison.

Once that blood was out, the youth appeared fully relieved.

Gazing at the worried young madam, an odd yet familiar sensation surged in his chest.

He tried remembering who she was, but a pounding headache struck.

"Yuan-er, what’s the matter? Is the Intestine Rupturing Grass Poison flaring up again? Quick! Fetch a high-grade Detoxification Pill for Young Master!" the young madam urged, face etched with worry.

Another servant hurried away to obey.

The youth seized the moment to sort through the jumble of memories in his mind, finally recalling the woman before him.

She was his birth mother, Ren Hongling. And he—or rather, this body’s first owner—was Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan hailed from one of Qin State’s premier Alchemy families. Family head Ye Hang, his father, was a low-grade Alchemy Grandmaster—a big shot in Qin State.

Tragically, this tiger of a father sired a dog of a son—a worthless silkpants named Ye Yuan. All he did was stir up trouble daily and ruin innocent girls. He couldn’t even qualify as an Alchemy Apprentice after ages. What a shame that smeared the family name back to grandma’s house!

Yet Ye Hang overlooked it all. He held zero hopes for his boy and let him run wild. He spoiled him rotten too. Whenever Ye Yuan messed up outside, Ye Hang cleaned up his mess.

Still, every father dreams of a capable son. Ultimately, Ye Hang shelled out big to enroll Ye Yuan in Dan Wu Academy, hoping against hope he’d pick up a skill. Who knew this fool would envy some girl, boldly challenge a detox contest, and poison himself dead!

Having reviewed his predecessor’s past, Ye Yuan let out a soft sigh. This body’s original owner was truly unique. Dying like that took some real guts and brains!

Never mind. Who’d have thought I, Qingyun Zi, heir to an Alchemy Emperor, would transmigrate into a silkpants body? But Heaven granted me, Qingyun Zi, a second life, so I’ll avenge Father, myself, and slay that treacherous wolf myself!

At that thought, Ye Yuan’s face hardened, eyes blazing with murder.

Ren Hongling spotted Ye Yuan’s look and figured he hated that Wan Family punk for poisoning him. She hastily soothed, "Son, bide your time for revenge. The Ye Family will make them pay, but your top priority now is recovery. We’ll handle the rest later."

Sensing Ren Hongling’s maternal warmth, Ye Yuan’s heart warmed.

He’d taken this body, so its emotions came with it. No matter Ye Yuan’s scum ways outside, he cherished his doting parents deeply.

"Mother, sorry for making you worry."

Ren Hongling froze at her son’s words. This rascal always wrecked havoc, nearly breaking her heart, yet she’d never heard such sincerity from him. What’s up with him today?

Maybe this brush with death finally snapped him awake?

After a pause, joy flooded Ren Hongling. Tears welling, she said, "As long as you’re okay."

Right then, bam! The door flew open with a kick.

"You little punk, still alive? You gave your old man a real scare!"

A booming voice roared, rattling Ye Yuan’s ears. The words were rough, but joy and care rang clear. No doubt, family head Ye Hang had arrived.

Ye Hang had a rough, burly build. No one would link him to an Alchemy Grandmaster’s prestige. He resembled a wild mountain man more.

At her husband’s remark, Ren Hongling whipped around and shot him a glare. "Yuan-er just cheated death. Can’t you say something kinder?"

Ye Hang brushed it off, eyed the black blood, then relaxed. He chuckled, "See? My son, Ye Hang’s boy, has heaven’s luck. Surviving that? Hahaha! Here, pop this Detoxification Pill quick to clear the leftover poison. You’ll be good after."

Ye Hang pulled out a pill casually, ready to shove it in Ye Yuan’s mouth.

At the sight, Ye Yuan jolted in alarm and recoiled into the bed.

"Can this thing even be eaten?!" Ye Yuan yelped in shock.

Eyes flashing fury, Ye Hang growled, "You brat! Did the poison fry your brain? Forgot who your father is?"

Ren Hongling assumed Ye Yuan doubted the pill and added quickly, "Yuan-er, your father’s an Alchemy Grandmaster. Even the Emperor respects him. And he’s your dad—would he hurt you?"

Ye Yuan’s lips twitched; he said nothing.

He knew full well it was a Detoxification Pill. Just way too low-quality. In his old life, Qingyun Zi’s dad was an Alchemy Emperor. He munched pills like candy growing up. How could he miss spotting a basic Detoxification Pill?

Eating it would curb the body’s toxins somewhat, but too feebly to wipe them out completely.

Regular alchemists couldn’t spot those remnants, and they wouldn’t wreck Ye Yuan’s health much later. Yet they’d lurk inside, weighing down his body over time. They’d even hinder his Martial Path progress.

The Intestine Rupturing Grass meant little to Ye Yuan, nor to Ye Hang really. Problem was, by the time Ye Yuan got home, the poison had run rampant. He was barely breathing, couldn’t swallow a pill. So Ye Hang felt powerless and geared up to clash with the Wan Family.

Before death, Qingyun Zi had reached Alchemy Emperor level, mastering pill theories inside out. His insights dwarfed any Alchemy Grandmaster like Ye Hang.

Eying his son’s face, Ye Hang felt deeply insulted.

"You punk! Daring to question your father’s pill skills!"

Ye Yuan eyed the plain black pill in his father’s grip helplessly. Noting the fire in Ye Hang’s eyes, he spoke up, "Red Abalone Grass overdid it by two parts, Green Snake Gall short by one. Poor control during refining caused it. Worst error: tossing iron sulfate in the Detoxification Pill. It didn’t boost effects—just ruined the formula. Father, struggling with Tier 3 pills? Aim lower."

Ye Hang’s face shifted wildly: rage, then shock, then blank stun.

He’d made that pill himself, knew its flaws. Ye Yuan nailed it like he’d watched, and even then, no one could dissect it so spot-on.

Was this really his son?

Ye Hang couldn’t help doubting. Only after scrutinizing did he accept it was.

"Quit staring. I’m your son, for real." Spotting Ye Hang’s look, Ye Yuan felt sheepish and hurried to explain.

"Hey, brat! You playing dumb to fool folks all along? Nah, doesn’t fit—if you were that sly, why couldn’t you detox the Intestine Rupturing Grass?" Ye Hang sensed something off.

Ye Yuan rolled his eyes, grabbed the Detoxification Pill from Ye Hang’s hand, and gulped it down.