The Qi Blood Martial Arts World.
Anxi Prefecture.
Near Wann City, there was a dilapidated temple.
Old trees leaned against its walls, vines climbed its structure, Buddha statues were broken, and stone bricks lay scattered. The ruined temple had long been forgotten.
In a side hall, roofed with only a little thatch, a woman with a large red birthmark on her face was busy brewing medicine with her head down.
"Young Master."
She looked up and asked in surprise,
"Should these two herbs be added as well?"
"Chuanwu is highly toxic and acrid-hot. Gansui is usually used externally or raw, and it clashes with the licorice root you just added."
"Add them." Leaning against the wall, the pale-faced Zhu Ju, dressed in tattered clothes, spoke slowly.
"My condition is special. I need a potent, aggressive medicine."
"You don't need to worry about whether the decoction is poisonous. Even if it kills me, I will not blame you in the slightest."
