21. Chapter 21: Red Phosphorus Pill 4

Just as Hen Queqian made up her mind to purchase a single Red Phosphorus Pill to test its effectiveness, that detached, mocking voice of the system echoed in her ears once again.

"Based on the system user's physical condition, a one-time purchase of ten Red Phosphorus Pills is required for a cure. Does the user wish to confirm the purchase of ten Red Phosphorus Pills?"

"Can't I just buy one? You have to understand, it’s not easy for me to earn money!"

No matter how pitifully Hen Queqian tried to act, the system’s indifferent voice rejected her request to buy just one. "Apologies. If the user intends to use them personally, ten must be purchased together. Only after the user's meridians and dantian are healed can other quantities be purchased."

"You're ruthless!" Hearing this unyielding demand, Hen Queqian’s expression shifted several times. Ultimately, she could not bring herself to commit and withdrew the system interface.

She began to ponder. Hen Queqian considered herself a good person—thoroughly good. But in this world, being good didn't necessarily guarantee a long life.

Leng Feng had already seen through her ruse. If she were to reveal the Red Phosphorus Pill now, how would he react? Especially given his extreme reaction last time. This planted the seeds of doubt in her heart.

Although she often revealed her true colors to Leng Feng and his master, in their eyes, she remained a frail young woman with no power to truss a chicken.

Beyond the pair, there was also Auntie Lan, who knew everything about her. Auntie Lan’s cultivation was profound; exactly how high, Hen Queqian did not know.

Yet, she could not help but harbor suspicions. Auntie Lan’s cultivation was higher than that of Hen Ruochen, the strongest member of the entire Hen household, yet she was content to remain by her side as a wet nurse. It simply defied logic.

Furthermore, since regaining consciousness, Hen Queqian had frequently noticed that Auntie Lan seemed pleased that her cultivation had been crippled and that she could no longer practice. Even when she mentioned that the elder Wuming had a way to cure her, Auntie Lan’s expression had flickered.

That change was certainly not one of happiness for her sake. "Should I focus on accumulating power first, or should I prioritize restoring my cultivation?"

Tormented by this painful choice, Hen Queqian’s mind became a blur, and she drifted into sleep, caught in a state of hesitation.

When dawn broke the next day, Hen Queqian bound her chest, thickened her eyebrows, and applied makeup to give herself a resolute appearance. Only then did she open her door and step out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Seeing that the sun was already approaching noon, she grabbed a folding fan, gave it a flick, and flashed a gentle smile.

"Green hills and red trees beyond, the pavilion welcomes a handsome soul! Fine poem, truly fine!"

"Pfft... You little rascal, the sun is already high in the sky, and you’ve only just woken up! Look around the Hen estate—is there anyone else as lazy as you? And having just woken up, you spout such nonsensical gibberish!"

Just as Hen Queqian stepped out, Auntie Lan walked over, smiling as she carried breakfast. Hearing Hen Queqian’s narcissistic remarks, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Auntie Lan, you are wrong there! Thoroughly and completely wrong!" Hen Queqian didn't mind the playful scolding. She grinned, snapping open her fan and waving it. "Where in this world could you find another handsome man as dashing as me?"