The deflated cultivator refused to give up and vowed to turn the tables.

Su Zinong was so amused he almost died laughing. Young Master Mo had actually put itching medicine in his bathwater, making him itchy all over and constantly scratching.

He certainly didn't really intend to put the medicine in his bathwater. He had thought the bathwater was for Su Zinong and wanted to play a trick on him, so he secretly put the medicine in. He only realized that the bathwater was for him when he brought it in.

He was already in a bind, and could only silently pray that he had bought counterfeit medicine.

However, the drug dealer was unusually honest, and the medicine he bought was genuine and incredibly potent. Now, Young Master Mo wished Su Zinong would knock him unconscious; it felt as if 9,643 ants were crawling all over his body.

“He had malicious intentions, so he deserves to suffer the consequences!” Su Zinong said with a smile.

Before dawn, Su Zinong ignored Young Master Mo and went back to bed to sleep for another hour.

When I woke up, I found that Young Master Mo was still scratching his whole body.

Unable to bear it any longer, Su Zinong asked, "Don't you have your own antidote?"

"No. The drug dealer said it would cost twenty taels of silver if there was an antidote, and ten taels if there wasn't. Why would I want the antidote? It's meant for someone I hate anyway," Young Master Mo said irritably.

"Good, good, good, your choice is right." Su Zinong praised insincerely. He originally wanted to ask Young Master Mo to fetch water for him to wash his face, but seeing that he was unwilling, he ran to the kitchen to fetch hot water and returned to the room. He took off the human skin mask and washed his face comfortably.

Wearing this mask for a whole day and night must have been really uncomfortable.

Upon seeing this, Young Master Mo felt as if his pressure points had been struck, rendering him unable to move.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Wow, you're so handsome, why would you wear a mask?" Young Master Mo was extremely curious and puzzled.

"What's the use of being handsome? Can it feed you? Can it save your life? Try being chased for thousands of miles. Forget about the mask, you'd be heartbroken to the point of wanting to be disfigured." Su Zinong said calmly, letting his face feel comfortable for a quarter of an hour before putting the mask back on.

"You trust me that much?" Young Master Mo said. "You don't even know who I am or what my name is, yet you removed your human skin mask in front of me while being chased. Hmph, I recognize you. I saw you when the top ten young cultivators were being selected. You are Su Zinong!"

“I don’t trust you. But what good will it do you if I’m being chased? Doesn’t your cold poison depend on me? I’ve been wearing a mask for a whole day and night and it’s killing me.” Su Zinong coaxed softly, “Don’t tell anyone, or I won’t treat you if your poison flares up.”

"Am I afraid of death? Humph, I'll go and tell the whole world!" With that, he ran out of the room and shouted towards the inn, "Come on, look! There's someone wearing a human skin mask here! Su Zinong is here!" He was probably itching to death.

Su Zinong rushed out and covered Mo Gongzi's mouth from behind, saying, "What are you doing? Let's talk this out."

Young Master Mo's eyes darted around, and he pulled Su Zinong's hand away, saying, "I won't say anything, but today it's your turn to be me. Apologize to me first, and then you go drive the carriage."

"Why should I apologize to you?" Su Zinong asked, puzzled.

"Just apologize when I tell you to, stop nagging, or I'll yell at you!" Young Master Mo threatened.

"Oh, no, no, no... I'll apologize then. I'm sorry, Young Master Mo. I'm sorry, I did something wrong to you. Please forgive me, you are a magnanimous person..." Su Zinong said with a helpless and confused expression.

Su Zinong sat in the coachman's seat, the dust kicked up by the carriage in front of him choking him and making him cough repeatedly, so he had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

From inside the back carriage, they could hear Young Master Mo speaking: "Brother coachman, my friend loves driving. His childhood dream has been to become an outstanding and great coachman..."

Su Zinong turned around and glared at him fiercely, thinking that he had no original ideas and was just parroting others' wisdom.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

"Hey you up ahead, I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water!" Young Master Mo called out, gesturing forward.

After a while, Su Zinong brought over a glass of water, his hands trembling with anger.

"Brother driver, you don't know how wonderful my friend is. Ever since he was born, his grand ambition has been to serve people water and do chores." Young Master Mo smiled, took the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death!" Su Zinong glared angrily.

"Ordinary poisons can't harm me. I've only been poisoned by Minor Soft Stone Powder. I was accidentally hit, but I didn't die. I'm still alive and well now, aren't I?" Young Master Mo smiled brightly, like the rising sun after the dark clouds of spring have dispersed.

Su Zinong was so angry that he stomped his feet on the ground.

The carriage had been traveling for less than a quarter of an hour when Young Master Mo called out from the back carriage, "Oh dear, the rice these days is getting worse and worse and doesn't fill me up at all. I'm hungry, please get me some food!"

Su Zinong brought over two lunch boxes containing rice, vegetables, and soup. He turned his head away, not wanting to look at Young Master Mo.

"You're really capable. I just mentioned it, and you've already prepared a meal for me. Brother coachman, you're hungry, so eat first. Go and get me a different meal, replacing the beef with pork and the shrimp with fish," Young Master Mo said casually.

"Pork can't compare to beef!" Su Zinong said indignantly.

“Pork is certainly not as delicious as beef,” Young Master Mo said with a smile, “but I love watching you walk back and forth; that’s when I have an appetite.”

That evening, the two settled in an inn in a small town, this time booking two rooms.

“I’m much more generous than you,” said Young Master Mo. “Go and fetch me a basin of water to wash my feet.”

Su Zinong looked helpless and obediently went to find a wooden basin and filled it with a large plate of hot water.

"Ah...so comfortable..." Young Master Mo said, squinting and stretching his waist in enjoyment.

After soaking for fifteen minutes, Young Master Mo called out again, "Go, bring me a big tub of bathwater."

"Why soak your feet when you're going to take a bath!" Su Zinong muttered.

"We must be hygienic!" Young Master Mo had even higher standards for cleanliness.

Su Zinong reluctantly left his room and went to the inn's kitchen to fetch hot water.

It took three trips and three large buckets to fill the bathtub. When the last bucket was emptied, Su Zinong didn't seem angry at all. He smiled and said, "Please enjoy your bath, young master." Then he sat down on the stool in the room.

"What are you doing sitting in my room? Get out!" Young Master Mo shouted.

"We're all men, why are you avoiding me? I can just turn around," Su Zinong said impatiently.

"No, no!" Young Master Mo picked up a broom and swept Su Zinong out of the house.

A click was heard behind him as Young Master Mo locked the door from inside the house. A moment later, the sound of Xi Su taking off his clothes was heard, followed by the tinkling of water.

Su Zinong stood at the door for a while, then, feeling bored, he left the inn and jumped onto the roof.

The moon is still beautiful tonight.

Two or three quarters of an hour later, Su Zinong jumped down from the roof and entered the inn.

The door was already open, and Su Zinong walked in. He saw that Young Master Mo was steaming and had a rosy complexion, so he knew that he had already taken a bath, but at this moment he was scratching his whole body.

"What are you doing again?" Su Zinong covered his mouth and laughed.

"It itches, it itches so much, my whole body itches," Young Master Mo said as he scratched and rubbed the itch.

While scratching, he suddenly glared at Su Zinong with eyes blazing with fury and demanded, "You're the one who put the itching medicine in, aren't you? You're such a wicked person! I was itchy all night last night, and it only got a little better this afternoon, and now it's back again!"

Su Zinong forced back his laughter, almost causing him internal injury, and said slowly, "Oh, you put some itching ointment in your shower yesterday. I thought it was just a habit of yours, so I specially put some in for you today. Was the amount enough? Are you used to it...?"