Chapter 20: 20

Hi, I am He Lin.

About a few flowers in the field reacted to the poison and had already withered. After all, they were simply ordinary varieties of plants. Even if they were sheathed and planted within the formation arrays, withstanding the erosion of powerful poisons was still an impalpable task. Although An Xian initially intended to sell these flowers after transferring them to pots to make room for cultivating third-generation seeds, they had at least several years to live. Therefore, this vile act was like an insult, for the wrath in her heart was self-evident. 

An Xian crouched down and snapped a withered flower from its stem. She placed it beneath her nose and sniffed it carefully.

She did not know what kind of poison it was, but publicly selling it on the market was impossible. It could only be concocted privately as Diyun’m was mixed in. Diyun’m was a very special type of medicinal herb. The differences in environment, temperatures, and distinct processing methods would bear an utterly contrasting result, influencing the refined drug’s grade level. It may be tricky to see the difference in other medications, in contrast to the clear-cut characteristics of Diyun’m. Nonetheless, the company or the pharmacist who developed such a herb should be highly exceptional.

In the wake of the unrelenting growth of Huahua World’s popularity, without a doubt, it would garner envy and exclusion from its peers. The men who sneaked through her flower field in the dead of night to poison the flowers were unlikely to be irrelevant passersby who were too idle to seek death themselves. So long as the source of Diyun’m could be tracked down, rooting out the assassins would be child’s play. 

An Xian cleaned up all the withered flowers. She intended not to give up as long as treatment was possible. Thus, she did not even go after the guys who poisoned her field immediately.

By the time everything was processed, morning had already arrived. 

An Xian returned to the room, washed and rinsed for a bit, then boarded StarNetwork and checked the surveillance from last night. The poisoners were all wearing gas masks and showed no prominent marking trait. She had already expected such. An Xian was not disappointed and began to search for relevant pharmacies on the internet. She screened out the 30 most suspicious shops and purchased a medicine with Diyun’m mixed in. 

It was one thing to find the boss, but also necessary to consider the flower field’s protection. The idea of setting up a defensive formation had crossed her mind before, but erecting one would require a bulk of spiritual stones and could conceivably injure passers-by, so she renounced it.

There were two most feasible methods. One was to find a pet to look after the home, and the other was to cultivate some aggressive plants with primary spiritual intelligence.

An Xian decided to paint with two brushes¹. 

The drugs she had ordered were delivered to her house in sequence the next day. An Xian identified them one by one until he found the suspected target, an online store called “Chuan Shi Pharmacy.”

‘Handed Down Pharmacy? Isn’t this the pharmacy where Zongyun Pill is sold? ‘A netizen named “Xiedinghongren” recently tested the efficacy of Zongyn Pill but fainted miserably during the live broadcast. An Xian had a sneaking suspicion that the store was unworthy of its name and shoddy even at the time.

They were, after all, a century-old family business². No matter what the scale once showed, prestige, and business scope, they could not be compared to the current Huahua World. Was it necessary for them to employ such deplorable tactics against a small business that had just started?

An Xian ferreted available information about Handed Down Pharmacy on the Internet and soon found a name she knew well—Wan Shihong.

Most pharmacists working under Handed Down Pharmacy had signed a cooperation agreement with Wan Shihong. The involved parties collaboratively developed new drugs and established hierarchical sales for buyers of different social standings. 

Considering the only person who had come into contact with the suborned idle people was the manager of Wan Shihong named “Daqi Zaocheng,” coupled with the existence of Diyin’m, the identity of the suspect was rather apparent. 

An Xian mused for a while. Then, she hung up an “out of business” sign for Huahua World before plunging headfirst into her refining room.

On that late night, Chai Zimin staggered out of the hotel with a woman in his arms. 

“President Chai, please be seated. I will take you home,” the woman low-key grunted as she helped Chai Zimin into the back seat. 

“Baby, can’t wait. But don’t worry, I’ll definitely fill you in later.” Chai Zimin flashed a smile and squeezed her bosom. 

“I hate it.” The woman directed his hand away and giggled as she sat beside him. 

The maglev car activated and sailed straight to Chai Zimin’s residence. 

The couple in the car was too preoccupied to notice anything at all. Onboard the car’s roof was a transparent figure sitting with legs crossed. With the extended exposure of various lights, like a typical specter, it flickered and glistened with the night wind. 

Ten minutes later, the maglev car halted in front of a residential area. The woman assisted Chai Zimin in getting out of the car and toward the nearby relatively large building. The transparent figure leaped lithely from the car roof and followed them silently on that cue.

“Mister Chai, please wait a moment. I’ll bathe first,” the woman said as she propped Chai Zimin on the bed and turned away when the man yanked her back and passionately tangled her with his limbs.

An Xian stood by the bed, censoring all unspeakable scenes and sounds, and took a porcelain bottle from her storage ring, which she poured into the air.

To teach this guy a lesson, she particularly refined an Invisible Pill and a bottle of Forgetfulness Powder.

Neither of the drugs mentioned affected powerful enhancers, but the drunk Chai Zimin in front of her eyes was clearly no master. Furthermore, because of his alcohol-impaired state, the effect of the Forgetfulness Powder had a much easier time playing its part.

As its name implied, Forgetfulness Powder was a drug capable of directly affecting the memory lobe, causing people to forget things. The more you attempt to remember, the faster the memory fades away. It usually elicited similar effects on an ordinary person, but the instantaneous memory could only last up to the last 5 minutes before the medicine went into effect. 

The way to relieve the drug’s effect was pretty straightforward and was operational as long as the counteractive memory potion was formulated. Only the grade of the Remembering Potion must surpass the Forgetfulness Powder. The latter was a 4-star mid-grade. To date, it was the only pharmaceutical with the highest quality, excluding the specialized medicines personally tailored for His Excellency H. Not to mention, its main ingredient was the kind of flowers destroyed by this man. 

Having completed all of this, An Xian withdrew from the room quietly as she had entered before. 

The following morning, Chai Zimin awoke with a light head and noticed a woman lying beside him. His expression resembled that of a trance.

The woman then opened her eyes and hooked an arm around Chai Zimin’s neck. “Good morning, Mister Chai.”

Chai Zimin: “Good…morning.”

The woman breathed charmingly in his ear, “Chai-zong, how was my performance last night?”

Chai Zimin: “En…”

“Then, don’t forget what you promised me.”

Chai Zimin stared at her for a while. He asked, “What did I…promise you?”

The woman thought he was kidding her and pushed his chest in an angry pretense. “I don’t like it. Stop teasing me.”

You are reading story The Woman who Became the “Male” God at novel35.com

“So,” Chai Zimin’s lips mumble wordlessly for a moment. “Who are you again?”

The woman who realized she had been whored for nothing: “…”

An Xian returned home and busied herself with tidying up the flower field. It was time for the newly cultivated seeds to be planted. 

At a distance away, an inconspicuous maglev car whizzed in and steadily rolled to a stop just in front of An Xian’s house. Promptly, a tall man stepped out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and gazed straight at the bustling figure in the middle of the flower field. 

It was He Lin who arrived. 

He ambled along the footpath while the cool breeze brushed past him, carrying the delicate scent of flowers that delighted his sense of smell. The scene before him was small yet vast; the colors tinting the surroundings were beautiful, like a poetic and picturesque painting, easing the beleaguered heart of the man and soothing his spirit. 

Hearing the noise behind her, the figure within the ocean of flowers turned around and noticed the man strolling by.

“He Lin?” An Xian called out his name with uncertainty.

“Hello, I’m He Lin. And also His Excellency H.” He Lin stretched out a hand to her. 

‘He Lin is His Excellency H?’

For a split second, surprise flashed in An Xian’s eyes. She naturally reached out and received him, only to smear the man’s hand with mud. 

“Sorry.” An Xian wanted to withdraw her hand, but He Lin gripped it tightly. 

“How come it is closed?” Naturally, he had questions for the Huahua World, which was out of business for two days for no specified reason. Moreover, he could not contact An Xian. Thus he decided to come and see her in person. 

“Need to address something temporarily.” An Xian didn’t explain further, leading him to her own small, storied house. 

Once they reached the receiving pavilion, An Xian asked him to sit down. Then, she headed to the kitchen to brew a cup of flower tea.

Flowers adorned the garden lavishly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows; the aroma from the flower tea tickled the nose, and the person before him had an easy-going nature. Although their first official meeting was unexpectedly mundane, it still puts people at ease. 

He Lin sat in a wicker chair with a serene expression, his deep gaze permanently settled on An Xian.

This young man was indeed stunning. But “his” genuineness and unrestrained nature truly stood out about this person. “His” eyes were unambiguously clear—they didn’t tremble or hide when he looked at people. Most notably, they did not feel intimidated when confronted with He Lin’s. 

An Xian held a cup of tea in her hands, her legs naturally overlapping. She was about to take a sip of her tea when an epiphany struck her. “I see!” she exclaimed. ” Your mental power level is not A at all, but S! No wonder the medicine I formulated for you was ineffective.”

He Lin: “…….”

An Xian gave him a scathing look. “How could you possibly have lied about your condition? What if I prescribed the wrong medication? ”

He Lin, reprimanded for the first time by the young man, said, “Sorry, my identity… is somewhat sensitive.”

‘“Somewhat” sensitive? You’re so modest.’

“Forget it.” An Xian shrugged. “I understand your troubles. But if I desire to retrieve the free medicine from you, you should still pay what you must pay.”

He Lin gave her a helpless look. 

“Since you’re already here, I’ll help you later—” At this point, they suddenly heard a shrill whistle coming from outside the door as if reminding the people inside to pay attention. 

An Xian heeded He Lin with inquiring eyes, and the latter lowered his gaze. He coldly said, “It’s not my people.”

An Xian nodded and stood up. “You stay here for a while. I’ll go and see.”

Three unknown men were blocked in front of the courtyard outside the storied building by He Rin’s bodyguards. They appeared to be having an argument about something. When they saw An Xian emerge, they yelled, “Roy, Mister Roy! We’ve come to discuss the contract with you!”

‘Contract?’ An Xian realized they were referring to Wan Shihong’s contract, but Chai Zimin probably had no recollection of it anymore. Yet these people still dared to come for the contract. Was there such a massive lack of communication between them and their boss?

An Xian leaned against the door frame and said dully, “What contract? I don’t plan to sign any contract.”

“Wan Shihong Pharmaceutical Company, surely you must have heard of it. Our manager is extremely optimistic about your potential and is willing to invest a lot of money to invite you to join our company,” the man added in a shout.

When He Lin heard this on the other side of the pavilion, his eyes sank several degrees. What exactly is Wan Shihong doing by daring to seize his person?

Not waiting for An Xian’s reply, the person said, “Roy, we heard you’ve been out of the business for two days. I assumed you had recently encountered some difficulties. We, Wan Shihong, are willing to assist you in resolving the problem as long as you join our company.”

It turned out that the poisoning was intended to force her to the end of the rope.

An Xian stared at them coldly, her mouth still unspeaking.

“Only an exceptional talent, Roy, can match actions to the time. Within the medicine industry, no power cannot be muddled down.” This sentence obviously carried a warning.

He Lin rose sharply and strode to the door.

Footnotes:
[1] painted with two brushes – choosing both options
[2] Chuan Shi – handed down or inherited

You can find story with these keywords: The Woman who Became the “Male” God, Read The Woman who Became the “Male” God, The Woman who Became the “Male” God novel, The Woman who Became the “Male” God book, The Woman who Became the “Male” God story, The Woman who Became the “Male” God full, The Woman who Became the “Male” God Latest Chapter