"I didn't even get to taste it before it dissolved."

The fat guy smacked his lips, looking a bit puzzled.

Qin Yang smiled slightly; the Primordial Spirit Pill was meant to dissolve instantly, allowing cultivators to swallow dozens without needing to chew.

"Huh? Why do I suddenly feel a bit sticky?"

After pausing for a moment, the fat guy asked in confusion, then glanced down to see a layer of black grease seeping from under his skin on his chubby white hands.

It wasn't just his hands; his exposed arms and face also had this black stuff, and he felt it all over his body.

"Wow, this weight loss effect is amazing; it's so quick to expel impurities, and it's coming out from under the skin."

The fat guy's eyes widened in astonishment.

On the side, Pei Tong and Lu Dongshan were also shocked; the pill's effect was so swift, it was almost miraculous.

"It smells awful."

The fat guy sniffed with his nose, frowned, and then his face quickly lit up with joy.

"Haha, but losing weight and expelling body impurities is a good thing, I feel full of energy now."

He clenched his fist and said with a smile.

"Haha, quickly go take a shower, don't get it all over your clothes."

Qin Yang chuckled lightly, nodded, and said.

"Third brother, do you have more of these pills?"

Seeing this, Pei Tong and Lu Dongshan looked envious and asked.

Qin Yang smiled and gave each of them a Primordial Spirit Pill; it could improve physique, making it easy for the fat guy and others to endure army training without issues.

At this moment, on the field, all the army training teams had been dismissed, including Lin Dongling's team, and some girls were walking over.

"Dong Ling and the others are coming, I need to dash."

The fat guy said to Qin Yang, then dashed off with surprising agility, blending into the crowd of students in uniforms.

Pei Tong and Lu Dongshan also swallowed their Primordial Spirit Pills and dashed off as well; it wouldn't be good if the girls saw them looking dirty.

"Is it just you? Where are the other three?"

Yang Shirui blinked her beautiful eyes and asked when she saw only Qin Yang.

"They went back first."

Qin Yang said with a smile, glancing at the four girls, all in uniform with ponytails, their hair gently waving, presenting a unique charm.

"Oh, those three ran fast. Let's go, the four beauties will accompany you for dinner."

Yang Shirui nodded and said.

Then, Qin Yang and the group left the field, heading toward the cafeteria.

Once in the cafeteria, they got their meals and sat together to eat. Qin Yang got boxed meals for the three guys to take back later.

As they were eating, in the distance, three people were sitting at a table for four, watching Qin Yang and the others.

This trio was Qiu Yiming, Luo Chuilang, and Lv Chao.

"Hm, that kid sure is lucky with the ladies."

Luo Chuilang said with a sullen face and a cold snort.

"Haha, he won't be smug for long. Today, he dared to look at me like that, he doesn't even know how he'll die."

Qiu Yiming glanced in Qin Yang's direction and chuckled lightly.

"Young Master Qiu, how do we deal with him?"

Seeing Qiu Yiming speak, Luo Chuilang's eyes lit up, and he hastily asked.

"I saw in the army training schedule that there's a singing contest in the afternoon, right?"

Qiu Yiming's eyes flashed with light, tapping his finger lightly on the table as he asked.

"Yes, Young Master Qiu, there's always a singing contest after army training in the afternoon."

Luo Chuilang nodded; it was the same last year when they participated.

Singing contests were common in army training, serving as a relaxing entertainment, where two teams competed over who could sing louder and overpower the other.

Besides, student performances during the singing contests were big attractions.

"Haha, doesn't he like to show off? During the afternoon's singing contest, I'll make him lose face in front of everyone, so much that he won't dare to walk with his head up ever again."

Qiu Yiming chuckled lightly.

"Make him never dare to walk with his head up again?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Chuilang and Lv Chao's eyes lit up, as if just the thought was enough to satisfy their grudges.

"How does Young Master Qiu plan to do this?"

Lv Chao impatiently asked from the side.

Qiu Yiming glanced at Lv Chao without speaking, flipping his fingers.

At some point, a short needle appeared between his fingers, extremely slender and fire-red, looking as if soaked in poison, with a hint of eeriness.

"Young Master Qiu, what is this...?"

Luo Chuilang asked in confusion.

"This needle is a kind of hidden weapon from my sect, called a Finger Needle, fired with Inner Power between two fingers. Even a powerful Celestial Tier master has difficulty dodging it in close combat with me."

Qiu Yiming replied with a cold smile.

"Young Master Qiu, is this coated with poison?"

Luo Chuilang asked.

"Of course, our sect's hidden weapons rarely lack poison."

Qiu Yiming nodded, his voice tinged with pride.

"The poison on this needle is called Heart-Burning Poison, a vicious poison causing the victim to suffer and sob, constantly slapping their face, chest, and tearing at their clothes, only slightly relieving the burning sensation in their heart."

Qiu Yiming's lips curled in a cold smile as he spoke calmly.

"Crying and slapping themselves?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Chuilang and Lv Chao exchanged a glance, seeing a flash of excitement and even fervor in each other's eyes.

In the grilled fish shop and police station, they had been slapped by that kid, and the swelling on their faces hadn't subsided completely yet today.

They dreamed of slapping that kid, making him slap himself; it wasn't as satisfying as doing it themselves, but it wasn't bad.

"Haha, of course, this is just the initial effect of the Heart-Burning Poison, lasting about a quarter of an hour. Each day for the next seven days, it will flare up, growing more severe. After seven days, life or death depends on if he can endure the heart-burning agony."

Qiu Yiming gave a faint smile, then with a flick of his finger, the short needle vanished.

"Young Master Qiu, I can't wait to see that kid's ugly performance in public."

Luo Chuilang said excitedly, just the thought already bringing him a sense of satisfaction and vengeance.

"Haha, this afternoon, just stand on the viewing platform and enjoy the show."

Qiu Yiming laughed lightly.

Since he was twelve, at the demand of his father, he had spent six years in tough training under a renowned master in Da Ba Mountain, rarely leaving, only coming out now due to a bottleneck in advancing to Celestial Tier, to travel the world.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he encountered a kid who could be his opponent. Perfect, he could have some fun with him. Qiu Yiming only targeted those who fancied themselves highly skilled, as it made things more interesting.

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