Leng Yurou said.
An Ning didn't waste any time and directly explained the prescription of Nuomi Pills and its uses to the two of them.
"I would like to ask you two, have you seen similar prescriptions that can resist corpse poison in your sect's classics?"
Feng Suling is a straight-tempered person, and frowned after hearing this, "Glutinous rice and mugwort? Isn't this what country people use during the Dragon Boat Festival? Something to ward off evil?
This thing is an anti-mortem? Your Majesty, are you kidding me? "
Her reaction was exactly as An Ning expected.
A peaceful heart, a little more settled.
However, Leng Yurou, who was on the side, showed a thoughtful expression.
She did not immediately agree with Feng Suling, but closed her eyes, as if searching for something in her mind.
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at An Ning, and said something that shocked both An Ning and Feng Suling.
"Your Majesty, this method is indeed useful."
"What?" Feng Jiuling was the first to call out, "Sister Leng, are you right? Just those two things? Anti-corpse poison?"
An Ning's heart sank suddenly.
How?
The recipe given by An Qing is actually real?
Leng Yurou explained to An Ning:
"Our Kunlun Sect has a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, which contains many miscellaneous notes and unique books handed down from ancient times." I have seen similar records. "
"The book says that in ancient times, there was an ancestor of the corpse demon who caused harm to the world. He was so poisonous and domineering that he would die if he touched it, and he would turn into a walking corpse. At that time, there were great sages from the human race who had compassion on the people and imitated the world. The principle of yin and yang created a pill to restrain corpse poison. "
"The main medicines are glutinous rice, which contains the power of the Yang, and mugwort, which can expel foul qi."
Leng Yurou looked at An Ning and said with certainty: "It is recorded in the book that this pill is called Zhengyang Pill. When a mortal takes it, the yang energy can protect the body for twelve hours, and evil spirits will not invade.
It can indeed defend against corpse poison. "
An Ning had imagined countless possibilities, but never thought that this seemingly ridiculous prescription was actually true!
Furthermore, people who are still in Kunlun Sect also know about it?
How is this possible?
Could it be that I really wronged that woman?
Could she really be helping brother Ye Cheng wholeheartedly?
A huge question mark rose in An Ning's mind.
Her long-held belief was shaken for the first time.
Feng Suling was also dumbfounded.
She scratched her head, still in disbelief, "Sister Leng, did the book say how effective this thing is? Is it reliable?"
Leng Yurou shook her head: "The records in the ancient books are very brief. It only said that it had miraculous effects, but it did not explain in detail how much corpse poison it could resist."
She looked at An Ning's lost look, thought for a while, and added.
I'm afraid, the effect is not good. "
Having said this, Feng Suling also reacted, "Yes, the poisonous corpses under Yuan Lie can obey his orders and not attack his subordinates. It is obvious that they are not ordinary poisonous corpses. This Zhengyang Pill may not be able to stop their corpse poison."
What they said makes sense.
But to An Ning, it is no longer important.
The most critical point has been confirmed.
That prescription is true.
An Qing didn't lie.
This fact, like a big mountain, weighed heavily on An Ning's heart, making her almost breathless.
She thanked the two of them and left Leng Yurou's mansion in despair.
An Ning was walking on the bustling streets of Phoenix City, looking at the people coming and going around her, feeling at a loss.
She always thought that she was sober and someone who had seen through the truth.
As for brother Ye Cheng, he was deceived and stubborn.
But now, reality seems to have slapped her in the face.
The evidence she was proud of, the flaws she used to accuse the other party, in the end proved the other party's innocence.
What should she tell Ye Cheng?
Is that prescription real? Did I wrongly blame An Qing?
Isn’t that equivalent to admitting that one is blinded by hatred and is still narrow-minded and unreasonable?
An Ning felt an unprecedented powerlessness and frustration.
Where did that monster come from?
Why are you so powerful?
Could that monster really be An Qing?
This idea only existed in An Ning's mind for a moment, and then she killed it with a firmer will.
She raised her head suddenly, and the brief confusion in her eyes had been replaced by a cold determination.
This An Qing is definitely not true!
Even if the prescription is true, what does it mean?
Can't it be that An Qing is defrauding brother Ye Cheng's trust?
Thinking of this, An Ning suddenly became enlightened.
Then, she walked quickly towards An Xin's mansion.
When An Xin heard that the ancient books of the Kunlun Sect confirmed that the prescription actually existed, her reaction, like An Ning's, was one of shock.
"The real recipe is actually real?"
"Yes, Second Princess."
An Xin wondered, "That's strange... Why does that monster want to help us? What does it want?"
Like An Ning, she never believed that the monster had any good intentions.
An Ning looked at her and said what she had just thought about on the road.
"Second sister, I suspect that the prescription itself is part of her trap."
"Part of the trap?" An Xin stopped and looked at her, "How do you say this?"
"Think about it." An Ning's thinking was clearer than ever before, "Miss Feng said that the prescription is likely to only be effective on the lowest level of poisonous zombies."
"What will happen if we really believe it, devote all our national resources to produce these glutinous rice balls, and then equip them for our army?"
An Xin's eyes suddenly lit up, and she instantly understood what An Ning meant!
"I understand!" An Xin's voice was filled with a hint of horror, "Our soldiers will think they have amulets and will relax their vigilance!"
"That's right!" An Ning nodded heavily, "They will think that they are invulnerable to weapons and corpse poison, and then they will rush towards the zombie tide without fear of death!"
"In the beginning, the pills will indeed be effective when facing the lowest level cannon fodder poisonous corpses, which will make them more confident in the power of the pills and more fearless!"
"But what will happen once they go deep behind enemy lines and encounter a higher-level, more powerful poisonous zombie?"
An Xin's face has turned pale.
She could already imagine that scene.
Dayan's soldiers shouted slogans and rushed towards a powerful poison corpse soldier.
The swords in their hands were slashing hard, but they found that the "talisman" they were proud of was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the rich corpse aura of the Corpse King!
Then, there was a massacre on the ground!
Even they will face the massacre of their own people!
Furthermore, the main force Ye Cheng will use this time is the human race's army of immortal cultivators.
They are very capable, but once they are infected by corpse poison, the consequences will be unimaginable!
"What a vicious strategy!" Thinking of this, An Xin couldn't help but take a breath.
"This is a conspiracy!" An Ning said.
"The devil gave us a real but fatally flawed prescription. He will use our own hands to send our proud army of immortal cultivators into a carefully arranged slaughterhouse!"
"It is accurate, we will verify the prescription. It is also accurate, even if the prescription is only effective for the lowest level of poisonous zombies, Brother Ye Cheng will definitely produce it in large quantities!"
"Because in Brother Ye Cheng's view, this elixir can indeed help us reduce casualties. And this is enough!"
An Xin was completely silent.
She had to admit that An Ning's analysis of Ye Cheng was spot on.
Yecheng is such a person.
As long as there is a slight possibility to reduce the casualties of his own people, even if the possibility is slim, he will do it without hesitation.
This is both his greatest strength and his most fatal weakness.
The monster hiding in An Qing's skin has obviously seen this weakness clearly.
"Then what should we do now?" An Xin's voice contained a deep sense of powerlessness.
For An Xin, the most painful thing in the world is knowing the enemy's plot, but can only watch his teammates jump into his trap!
An Ning sighed, and then said firmly, "We have another way."
What method? An Xin asked.
"Use Brother Yecheng's love for me to force him to make a choice."
"What? Sister, are you serious?"