Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

On August 16th, Xi Qiao brought Feng Sheng down the mountain.

King Huan had a manor ten miles away from Wangyuan Mountain.

Everyone in this manor practices martial arts. It's unclear whether this place was originally King Huan's training ground for his troops or whether they were temporarily transferred here after the plan was finalized.

As soon as Xi Qiao stepped off the carriage, a subtle yet ruthless internal force shot straight at his face.

She looked up at the black-clad, gray-haired, white-faced, beardless man standing atop the tree, then with a flick of her sleeve, effortlessly neutralized the attack.

Behind Xi Qiao, Feng Sheng, who was carrying the medicine cauldron, took advantage of his height and did not miss the scene. He immediately frowned and looked at Yao Shan, who was driving the carriage for them, and Huan Wang's confidant who was standing at the door to welcome them.

"Your family's welcoming ceremony is truly unique."

Their weird and sarcastic manner is truly something else.

Yao Shan and Huan Wang's confidants looked bitter; they couldn't control a grandmaster either!

A middle-aged man, a close confidant of King Huan, quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying:

"We apologize for disturbing you two Taoist priests. It was our inappropriate behavior. Please forgive us. We will give you an explanation later."

Based on what he just did, calling it a show of force wouldn't be an exaggeration. The Taoist priest only uttered a sarcastic remark, which already shows great composure.

Feng Sheng snorted coldly and glared fiercely at the person who was flying over.

The man landed three zhang away from Xi Qiao, his arrogance completely gone, and bowed humbly, saying:

"I am Hai Delu. I was rude just now. Please forgive me, Daoist Master."

The person in front of him seemed to be an ordinary person, and he was so surprised that he decided to test him.

Xi Qiao nodded indifferently. Despite his current earnest words and humble attitude, the internal energy he cultivated was extremely ruthless, and his temperament must be just like that.

It's not that Xi Qiao judges people by their internal strength, but that's just how martial arts are—the techniques influence one's temperament, and one's mindset manifests in one's moves.

Feng Sheng, sensing her reluctance to speak further, addressed Huan Wang's personal letter:

"Lead the way. The auspicious time for alchemy is rare; it would be a pity to miss it."

what?

Does alchemy also involve considerations of auspicious and inauspicious omens?

The three people, not quite understanding, quickly escorted the two into the manor and headed straight for the quiet room that had been prepared.

Feng Sheng placed the Divine Fire Cauldron in the quiet room, and after carefully examining the medicinal materials for alchemy, he pulled Yao Shan away from the quiet room.

Inside, Xi Qiao handed Hai Delu a hollow, thick, long silver needle:

"The heart is the master of the five internal organs, and the dangers of dissecting the heart to extract blood should not be elaborated upon again."

"Although you are doing this voluntarily, as masters like you and me, if I were to strike and injure your heart, it would trigger your protective inner energy, causing it to circulate on its own to protect you. This would cause your blood and qi to surge, increasing bleeding and worsening your injuries, putting you in an even more dangerous situation."

"Therefore, for safety's sake, please have your own blood drawn. Only three drops of heart blood are needed for alchemy; you can draw blood from the edge of your heart."

Since he said he wanted the heart's blood, then he had to use the heart's blood. Whether it would cause serious injury or leave any aftereffects was not something Xi Qiao should consider.

King Huan must have offered this person an irresistible incentive to persuade him.

It's nothing more than an equal exchange between the two sides.

She, the middleman, only wanted to earn a drop of blood and some rare, high-quality medicinal herbs.

"I understand now, thank you for your guidance, Daoist Master."

With one hand, Hai Delu pulled open his clothes, and with the other hand, he held up a silver needle and pierced it into his heart.

After a muffled groan, a smear of blood slowly gushed out from the hollow of the silver needle, and a drop of dark red blood slowly gathered, dripping from the needle tip when enough was collected.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Xi Qiao sent a drop of blood flying back into her palm, hovering five centimeters above her hand.

Ignoring the pain in his heart, Hedlu stared in shock at the drop of blood she was holding aloft.

Master Yu did not use any internal energy just now. How did he do it?

Xi Qiao naturally wouldn't answer his questions. After taking the blood, he gave him a box of ointment and then asked him to leave.

[Ding~ Binding successful, host Hai Delu.]

[Status: Imperial Attendant, Imperial Envoy]

[Martial Arts: Heavenly Gang Child Skill, Bone-Melting Palm, Empty Fist]

[Achievements: Top-tier martial artist, defying innate talent, living grandmaster]

Zhaoxuan Envoy, a sixth-rank eunuch official.

However, this official rank seemed insignificant compared to the previous royal honoree.

How could someone who was supported by the royal family serve a prince while the emperor was still alive?

Is it because of a debt of gratitude?

Or perhaps there's something they want?

Various thoughts flashed through Xi Qiao's mind, only to quickly disappear without a trace.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with her.

The lights on the lottery screen went out, revealing six prizes:

Portable Spirit Field

Mutant anaconda venom glands

Annotations on Battle Formations

魂幡

Suppressing evil bell

Awakening Potion

Xi Qiao was slightly shocked; this wave seemed pretty good!

Needless to say, the portable spiritual field was directly integrated into the medicine garden by the Xuan Guang Bi, measuring five meters in length and width, and more than eight times the size of the medicine garden.

Perhaps Xuan Guangbi was deeply aware of Miao Miao's domineering nature, or perhaps it was out of support for its owner's love of planting, it deliberately placed a transparent barrier between the two to ensure that the plant planted on the other side would not be ruined by Miao Miao in the future.

Xi Qiao chuckled softly, but her smile froze when she saw the mutated anaconda's venom glands.

Seriously? This mutated anaconda is crazy! It finally managed to evolve in the apocalypse, and it's turned its venom into an aphrodisiac!

Suddenly, Xi Qiao felt that it wasn't unjust for this mutated anaconda to be killed. It might very well have been caused by this venom. If the venom had evolved to be lethal upon contact with blood, it wouldn't have been so easily killed...

No, wait!

Anacondas are non-venomous!

If she remembered correctly, anacondas hunt using their powerful strangulation ability, right? They're completely non-venomous.

This so-called evolution seems different from what she understands. Shouldn't we take another step forward based on our existing strengths?

Xi Qiao glanced suspiciously at the annotations on the system screen. These weren't mentioned, but when he saw the word "mutation," he seemed to understand something.

Creating something from nothing is a mutation, isn't it?

Looking at it this way, the name "mutant anaconda" is actually quite fitting.

Xi Qiao absentmindedly tossed the transparent sealed box containing the poison glands into his spatial storage, and then carefully flipped through "Annotations on Formations".

The system's prize pool is quite generous, with plenty of items related to the three essential elements of cultivation: pills, talismans, and formations.

After carefully reading it, Xi Qiao regretfully placed it on the bookshelf in his space. Although the array formations were powerful, this book did not record any array formations.

It's just a book explaining the basics of formations.