I am the Holy Poisoner, the Empress advised me to calm down

"Brother, I heard that you are looking for wild medicinal herbs?" Li Shaohua's voice came.

"Yeah." Zhou Qing responded.

"I know a place deep in the Changbai Mountains where there's a herbalist who specializes in collecting wild medicinal herbs. But that place is very remote, and the prices are quite high."

"Give me the contact information."

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Qing said to Liu Ying, "Get ready, let's go to Changbai Mountain."

"Go now?" Liu Ying was a little surprised.

"The sooner the better." Zhou Qing looked at Old Man Liu. "Although his condition has stabilized, we must use the best medicinal herbs to completely cure him."

Mr. Liu nodded: "Then be careful on the road."

That afternoon, Zhou Qing and Liu Ying boarded a plane to Changbai Mountain.

On the plane, Liu Ying couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure that herbal farmer has the herbs you need?"

"Li Shaohua wouldn't lie to me." Zhou Qing closed his eyes and rested, "And I can sense that this trip to Changbai Mountain won't be that simple."

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Qing opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing across them: "That clown Fang Shuwen won't let us go so easily."

Liu Ying's heart tightened: "You mean..."

"If an enemy comes, we will fight him; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth." Zhou Qing said calmly, "If he wants to play, I will play with him to the end."

[Poison Score +20]

[Detecting that the host is ready to respond to the challenge, the poison warrior's points increase]

The plane flew through the clouds and headed towards Changbai Mountain. In Jiangnan City, Fang Shuwen was in a private martial arts gym, talking with a burly foreign man.

"Park Ji-hoon, the target this time is this person." Fang Shuwen handed over a photo.

The photo shows Zhou Qing.

Park Ji-hoon took the photo, his eyes flashing with interest: "It looks very ordinary."

"Don't underestimate him." Fang Shuwen's face was gloomy. "This guy is very evil. I have suffered losses at his hands several times."

"Don't worry." Park Ji-hoon stretched his muscles, making a crackling sound. "In Silla, I have won 18 consecutive games and never lost. A Chinese gigolo is nothing to be afraid of."

"They've gone to Changbai Mountain. You can follow them." Fang Shuwen handed over a bank card. "After the mission is completed, there will be another five million."

Park Ji-hoon took the bank card and showed a cruel smile: "I will make him die miserably."

The Changbai Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, with dense and deep primeval forests.

Led by a local guide, Zhou Qing and Liu Ying headed deep into the mountains along the rugged mountain road.

"Mr. Zhou, Lao Zhao's residence is just ahead." The guide pointed to a valley ahead. "But Lao Zhao has a strange temper and may not be willing to sell you herbs."

There was a simple wooden house in the valley, with various medicinal herbs planted in front of it. An old man in his sixties was drying the herbs in the yard.

"Old Zhao!" the guide shouted.

The old man looked up and saw a stranger. His face immediately darkened. "Are you here to buy medicine again? I've told you countless times that I don't sell my medicine!"

"Don't misunderstand me, old man." Zhou Qing stepped forward, "I'm not an ordinary buyer."

"Not a buyer?" Old Zhao sneered, "Then what are you?"

Zhou Qing walked to the medicinal herbs drying rack and picked up a herb. "This is wild Gastrodia elata, at least fifteen years old. There are insect bites on the roots, indicating that the growing environment is purely natural."

A hint of surprise flashed in Old Zhao's eyes.

Zhou Qing picked up another one and said, "This is Polygonum multiflorum. It's in perfect shape and should be over 20 years old."

"Do you know about medicine?" Old Zhao became interested.

"I know a little bit." Zhou Qing said calmly.

Old Zhao looked Zhou Qing up and down. "You're young, but you have quite a good eye. Tell me, what medicine do you want?"

Zhou Qing took out the prescription: "These herbs must be wild, the older the better."

Old Zhao took the prescription and looked at it carefully. "The ginseng needs to be over thirty years old, the Ganoderma needs to be a hundred years old, and there are these... Whose life are you trying to save?"

"An old man, his body failing."

"I have all these herbs, but they're not cheap," Lao Zhao pondered. "Five million in total."

Liu Ying gasped. Five million for such a small amount of medicinal herbs was simply an exorbitant price.

"Okay." Zhou Qing nodded without hesitation.

Old Zhao was a little surprised: "You don't bargain?"

"Good medicinal herbs are worth the price." Zhou Qing said, "But I have a condition."

"What conditions?"

"I want to choose it myself."

Lao Zhao thought about it and nodded: "Follow me."

He took Zhou Qing to a cave in the mountain behind the wooden house. The cave was cool and humid, and various precious medicinal herbs were stored in different categories.

As soon as Zhou Qing entered the cave, he could smell the rich aroma of medicine. These were all genuine wild herbs, more than ten times more potent than those sold on the market.

"This ginseng is good." Zhou Qing picked up a piece of intact ginseng. "At least forty years old."

"You have a good eye," Old Zhao exclaimed. "I've treasured this ginseng for ten years. It's indeed a 43-year-old wild ginseng."

Zhou Qing also selected several other medicinal herbs, each of which was the best of the best.

While I was choosing, I heard footsteps outside the cave.

"Is Lao Zhao here?" A Chinese voice with a foreign accent came.

Old Zhao frowned: "Who?"

"I'm here to buy medicine." The voice was getting closer.

Zhou Qing's eyes turned cold, and he winked at Liu Ying. Liu Ying understood and quietly retreated deeper into the cave.

The footsteps stopped at the cave entrance, and a burly man appeared in sight. It was Park Ji-hoon, the Silla Kuktai boxing champion.

"What are you doing here?" Park Ji-hoon looked around the cave and his eyes finally fell on Zhou Qing.

"Buy medicinal herbs." Zhou Qing said lightly.

"Buying medicinal herbs?" Park Ji-hoon grinned, "Looks like I've found the right place."

Old Zhao sensed something was amiss: "Sir, what medicine do you want to buy?"

"I'm not buying medicine." Park Ji-hoon flexed his wrists, making a clicking sound. "I'm buying this person's life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Park Ji-hoon suddenly attacked and punched Zhou Qing in the face.

This punch was so fast and fierce, accompanied by a whirring sound, that ordinary people would have no time to react.

But Zhou Qing just slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the punch.

"That's a good response," Park Ji-hoon sneered, "but this is just the beginning."

He threw punches continuously, each one carrying tremendous force. But Zhou Qing was like a feather, floating lightly in the wind, and no punch could touch him.

[Poison Score +30]

[Detecting that the host is facing a battle, the poison warrior's points increase]

Old Zhao and Liu Ying were stunned. This wasn't just buying herbs; it was clearly a duel between martial arts masters.

"Impossible!" Park Ji-hoon grew increasingly frightened as the fight continued. His Muay Thai was unmatched in Silla, but facing this seemingly gentle Chinese man, he couldn't even touch him.

Zhou Qing's expression remained calm, as if he was doing something very easy.

"Your boxing is too crude." Zhou Qing said calmly, "You have great power, but lack technique."