Chapter 66: Laxative

"Eat it," Qin Ming said, handing over the Medicinal Pill.

Looking at the irregular, multi-colored Medicinal Pill, Ji Wu gulped.

He also handed over his own Medicinal Pill.

The Medicinal Pill he had refined looked like a true Medicinal Pill—black with two patterns on it.

It was nothing like the Medicinal Pill Qin Ming had refined, which was large and flat.

"Alright, let's take them together!"

Qin Ming pinched the green snake poison pill between his fingers and placed it in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Ji Wu, suppressing his disgust, also placed the Medicinal Pill Qin Ming had refined into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his mouth, a foul, rancid odor assailed his senses, like food that had been left out for far too long.

A sour, putrid stench, mixed with what smelled like feces.

"Ugh!" Ji Wu retched, quickly stifling the urge and desperately forcing the Medicinal Pill down.

If he spat it out, he would lose.

Ji Wu absolutely could not let Qin Ming's scheme succeed. Even if it meant swallowing until his face turned blue, he forced that Medicinal Pill down.

"Alright, you have both taken the other's Medicinal Pill. You may begin refining the antidotes now."

Seeing both parties had swallowed the pills, the judge announced.

"Mm-hmm," Qin Ming nodded, moved to a large cushion, and began to doze off.

He didn't need to refine an antidote at all. He might as well catch some sleep instead of wasting the effort.

Meanwhile, Ji Wu didn't know what to do. Although the Medicinal Pill Qin Ming refined was disgusting, he didn't feel any poison at all.

Since there was no poison, how could he refine an antidote?

He wasn't as foolishly bold as Qin Ming either; he didn't dare sleep. This concerned his life and death—how could he possibly sleep?

Thus, on the stage, Ji Wu stood alone, at a loss.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming had fallen asleep. Soon, snoring sounds came from Qin Ming's mouth.

The judge standing on the platform was also at a loss. He had never presided over such an absurd competition.

In other contests, wasn't everyone racing against time? But this contest… one person stood there bewildered, and the other was even more outrageous—actually falling asleep.

"Gurgle…" Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound erupted on the stage.

The crowd fell silent, their eyes fixed intently on the source of the sound—Ji Wu's stomach.

Ji Wu was now in an intense internal struggle, his face ashen.

"Despicable! Utterly despicable! What Qin Ming refined wasn't a poison pill at all, but a laxative! This…"

He had never learned how to counteract a laxative. This wasn't poison. The detoxification pill formulas he had prepared were utterly useless.

What should he do now? With so many people watching below, if he had diarrhea right here, the humiliation would be unimaginable.

By now, the audience below had also realized that the Medicinal Pill Qin Ming refined was taking effect.

At the very least, judging by Ji Wu's complexion, he was definitely not feeling well.

"What's wrong with Ji Wu? That pill Qin Ming made didn't look like a poison pill. Why is his face so pale?

And even if it were a poison pill, shouldn't he be refining the antidote right now? What good is squatting there holding his stomach?"

The Chen Family Head's expression was grim. He couldn't understand what Ji Wu was doing.

Why wasn't he following the usual script? Weren't plenty of antidote formulas prepared for him?

"Is this Ji Wu of yours even reliable?"

City Lord Qian also wore an unpleasant expression. This bet concerned his future prospects; it absolutely could not be messed up.