The Evil Lord's Wife Has Spirit Blood-Chapter 199

When Cold Flame landed in front of the gate of the Sloan family’s residence, the butler was already there, his head tilted up to see the people atop the huge bird’s back.

To make things seem like they were part of a sect, Kieran and Anastasia got off first and respectfully stepped to the side, waiting for Michelle, disguised as Michael Grayson, to get down.

The moment she did, they bowed their heads a bit.

Michelle’s long silver hair was tied into a high ponytail so as not to get into her face. "Where is the patient?" she asked, her voice cold, arrogant, and haughty.

The butler instantly understood the young man in front of him was not to be messed with, even though he was clearly the youngest of the group. "Please follow me. I’ll take you to our young lady."

Michelle waved her hand, and Cold Flame instantly disappeared into her contract space. Kieran and Ivona then walked behind her silently as she followed the butler.

The butler was expecting Michelle to ask him about the young lady, but she just followed him silently, seemingly lost in her thoughts.

Only when the butler opened the door of the young lady’s room did Michelle snap out of it and look around a bit. "Well, that’s a nasty poison..." she said lazily, perfectly portraying an arrogant young lord from a big clan. "Since when is she like this?" she asked, walking over to the bed.

"Today marks the fourth day..." the butler quickly answered.

Ivona was already in the room, and when she saw Michelle, in accordance with her role, she bowed her head slightly.

"Junior Brother, it seems to be a poison going for both the nervous system and something else, probably blood clotting," she spoke quickly.

Michelle nodded lazily and grabbed the young lady by her wrist.

Not letting the young lady flick her hand away, she took her pulse, ignoring how rough she looked.

In reality, she had no need to take the young lady’s pulse. She already knew the situation beforehand since the young lady was poisoned by something she had concocted. Still, she wanted to check how the poison was progressing.

And it satisfied her greatly. Just like she wanted, the poison was unable to kill the girl at the moment, but with a slight bit more tampering, it would turn into a fatal weapon of destruction.

At the moment, it was just a poison that brought torment to one’s body and mind.

It worked in two ways. The first one was that it made the victim’s nervous system hypersensitive, so even a light touch was painful. The second way was that it made the victim’s body extremely vulnerable to pressure, so anything could form bruises.

And bruises were painful, so combined with the hypersensitivity of the nervous system, it turned into a torture mechanism capable of driving anyone wild.

"Can you treat her?" the butler asked worriedly. Many Healers, Pill Makers, and Poison Masters had come over the last three days, but they couldn’t treat the poison.

"Yes!" Michelle nodded. "But it will take time. And I need some time to brew the antidote."

The butler quickly arranged rooms for Michelle and the rest, making sure no one disturbed them. Then, he went to talk to Michelle again.

"Young Lord, what ingredients should we get you?" He wanted to send servants to gather the ingredients right away.

Michelle handed him a paper. "I have everything needed for today’s batch, so you don’t have to hurry too much," she added as the butler was about to run off.

He quickly thanked her and ran off.

Walking into her room, a smile spread across Michelle’s lips as she took out her cauldron, ready to finally brew the antidote.

After about two hours, the pill that Michelle made cracked and its shape twisted up a bit. It was because Michelle wasn’t patient enough to cool it down slowly and just let her ice fire blaze over it for a second.

Still, Michelle didn’t care. She didn’t make the pill for its appearance but for its efficiency.

Putting the single pill in a bottle, she proceeded to make some more.

When noon came, she stepped out of the room, walking toward the young lady’s room. There, she raised a brow when she saw two new people there.

One was the Sloan family head, the Spirit Saint, and the other was probably his wife, the young lady’s mother.

Keeping up her arrogant front, Michelle didn’t spare them a second glance and walked straight to the half-conscious girl. She helped her sit up and gave her a pill. "It won’t cure you completely, but you should be feeling better in a few minutes," she stated lazily after the girl swallowed it.

"That’s enough for me..." In the last three days, the young lady had been through hell, so even her attitude had changed. She even looked somehow noble and refined when she was suffering.

"Young Master, how is my daughter?" The young lady’s mother grabbed Michelle by her sleeve, shaking her as she asked. The nervousness on her face was something no one could overlook.

But Michelle showed no emotion on her face. "I can’t treat her within a month!" she said decisively before walking out of the room. "I’ll come back in the evening for further treatment." Her voice lingered as she disappeared behind a corner.

In her room, Michelle had nothing to do, so she just kept brewing more antidote, and when she ran out of ingredients, she started making completely random poisons. There was nothing else she could do. All the work was left for Kieran and Anastasia to do.

The two sneaked out of their rooms and started hiding pouches everywhere around the residence. Michelle had already told them what was inside the pouches, so they were careful with them, making sure not to tear them or come in contact with the contents.

In the upcoming month, Michelle kept going to the young lady’s room two times a day to give her the antidote and massage her head and neck for better recovery. Of course, when she had free time, she moved around in shadows to gather some information about the Soul Seeking Pendants.

She had already made a bond with her artifact, the Whispering Serpent, a ring she could use to manipulate those of lower cultivation than herself, so she manipulated all the servants to tell her what they knew and then made them forget she ever asked them about it.

Ivona cultivated in her room nearly the whole time, and Kieran and Anastasia kept hiding and taking back the pouches. And when they weren’t doing that, they were cultivating too.

After the month, the young lady was back on her feet, lively and healthy. The Sloan family head was very satisfied and prepared to give Michelle and her group a big reward. But before that, he decided to hold a banquet with all the experts residing in the residence. There were quite a number of them.

From the start, Michelle and the rest were expecting something like that, and it perfectly played into their hands, so they agreed to attend the banquet. And every single one of them hid a black pouch in their sleeves.

The banquet was lavish. Dancers, singers, performers. Good wine and food.

People were in a good mood, their guards down.

A perfect opportunity for Michelle and the rest to strike.

When she nodded at them, all of them pulled open the pouches in their sleeves, and one more scent mixed into the scents of the banquet. A sweet scent that soothed one’s mind.

But maybe it soothed their minds way too much, because one by one, the low-level people started fainting. Falling everywhere.

The Overlords and stronger made their spirit energy course around their bodies faster to keep themselves awake, not knowing it would bring their doom.

Michelle and the rest remained fine. It was a poison made by Michelle, so naturally, she gave her friends the antidote beforehand.

Seeing that Michelle and the rest were fine, the Sloan family head approached them. "Young Lord, I know this is rude of me, but could you please check what is going on with my family and close friends?" he asked with a bow of his head.

Since the four children were unaffected even though they were weak, he was guessing their clan was so skilled in poisons that their disciples had immunity to many of them. And that just increased his trust in Michelle and the rest.

Michelle glanced at the family head before giving a nod, beckoning Anastasia.

Anastasia quickly walked over to someone who had fainted and took his pulse.

Everything was already thought out from the start, so Anastasia knew what to say. "Something they ate is clashing with his spirit energy, causing the loss of consciousness."

Partially, her words were true. Michelle’s poison worked that way. But it didn’t get into one’s system through food. It needed to be inhaled.

But that was something the members of the Sloan family would never know.

"Is there a way to treat it?" the family head was worried. All the experts were in the hall, and even though they were unaffected at the moment, if they started fainting later, it would be a problem.

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