"No wonder heâs Yang the Herbalist! Incredible! The cold poison in the old Pavilion Masterâs body has been suppressed!"
"Itâs so miraculous! Even the power of a Great Heavenly Emperor couldnât suppress the cold poison, yet this single herb has such a magical effect!"
"The old Pavilion Masterâs complexion has improved a lot!"
The higher-ups of the Morning Light Pavilion were exceedingly delighted, singing praises for Elder Yang.
Elder Yang and his two companions wore faces full of smug satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying the flattery.
Qi Tianren, Qi Shaokong, and the three great elders, however, were not at ease.
Yang and his companions had been suppressing Qi Moyangâs cold poison for some time, and similar situations had occurred before where the cold poison was suppressed but would soon surge again.
Moreover, each subsequent outburst of cold poison became even more terrifying.
"Brat! This is the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma! Itâs the nemesis of extreme cold substances! Even the cold poison of the Millennium Ice Flame can be restrained!" Elder Yang sneered proudly.
"If thatâs the case, then I have no business here. Farewell." Feng Wuchen smiled indifferently.
"Did I say you could leave?" Elder Yangâs face hardened as he spoke fiercely, his chilling murderous intent locked onto Feng Wuchen.
"Brat! You think you can slap me and then just walk away? If I donât cripple you today, how could I still stand my ground in the Heavenly Realm?" The elder squinted his old eyes, appearing menacing.
Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly, asking, "Are you sure the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma can completely suppress the cold poison?"
"Hmph! Surely! If youâre not blind, you should be able to see!" Elder Yang shouted angrily.
"What if it canât suppress it?" Feng Wuchen asked again.
"If it fails to suppress, then I will be yours to command!" Elder Yang replied gloomily and angrily, obviously confident in himself.
Feng Wuchen shrugged, saying, "I donât keep old dogs that are arrogant and hold themselves above others."
"Brat! Who are you calling an old dog?" an elder roared in anger.
"Iâll kill you!" the elder who had been slapped shouted in rage, channeling his power, about to smite Feng Wuchen with a palm.
Though the three elders were herbalists, their cultivation had reached the Tiandi Realm; otherwise, they wouldnât dare be so arrogant and domineering in front of Qi Tianren.
"Pssh!"
But at that moment, a sound of blood spurting suddenly broke through, and Qi Moyang was seen spitting blood, with a terrifying aura of cold poison erupting madly.
"Father!"
"Grandpa!"
"Old Pavilion Master!"
Qi Tianren and others were shocked, while the three herbalists were startled, completely at a loss.
"Grandpa, how are you?" Qi Shaokong asked in panic.
"The... the cold poison canât be suppressed..." Qi Moyang was in extreme pain, his elderly face pale.
"Elder Yang, whatâs going on? Why is my father spitting blood?" Qi Tianren asked in panic.
"This... this is impossible. The Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma is suppressing the cold poison; he shouldnât be hurt. The Ganoderma is rich in Spiritual Energy; itâs only beneficial to the old Pavilion Master," Elder Yang was anxiously pacing, not knowing how this happened.
Another elder, full of panic, said, "The Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma should absolutely be able to eradicate the cold poison; it shouldnât be getting worse. Why is this happening?"
"Didnât you just say it could completely suppress the cold poison?" Feng Wuchen sneered coldly.
"..." Elder Yangâs face was flushed red, feeling as if he had been slapped countless times, stinging with heat.
"Werenât you all so mighty? How come you made the old Pavilion Master spit blood and now are out of options?" Feng Wuchen smiled innocently.
"..." The three herbalists were speechless.
"Lord Feng, please take a look at my father," Qi Tianren anxiously pleaded, almost in tears.
"Yes, Lord Feng, if the cold poison isnât suppressed soon, Grandpa wonât make it!" Qi Shaokong also anxiously said.
"If you canât do it, then get out of the way. Your incompetence has already led the old Pavilion Master to have the cold poison reach his heart. If you delay any longer, even a deity wouldnât be able to save him," Feng Wuchen said coldly.
"Cold poison reaching the heart?" Qi Tianren, Qi Shaokong, and others were all startled and trembled.
"You!" Elder Yang was furious, his old face twitching violently, and said with a grim voice, "I want to see how you suppress the cold poison!"
"Suppress?" Feng Wuchen scoffed, "Only arrogant and conceited trash like you three need to suppress it. I donât need such measures; unlike you, I donât boast without ability."
"So audacious!" one elder shouted angrily.
"You barely understand cold poison. Itâs a form of energy. Even though the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma can restrain it, donât forget it contains rich Spiritual Energy. The cold poison strengthened by devouring the Ganodermaâs energy is basic knowledge you all lack. And yet you claim to be renowned herbalists of the Heavenly Realm?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.
"Brat! Donât be so cocky! If you canât remove the cold poison, I will make you wish for death!" an elder gritted his teeth and said angrily.
Feng Wuchen chuckled coldly again, "If my predictions are correct, youâve been suppressing the cold poison for the old Pavilion Master for seven days, and the cold poisonâs outbursts are progressively harder to control. Your approach merely treats the symptoms rather than curing the disease. In essence, itâs useless and accelerates the poisonâs outbursts."
"..." Hearing this, Yang and his companions were stunned, shocked on the spot.
It was clear Feng Wuchen had hit the nail on the head.
"Exactly right! Lord Feng is truly a divine being!" an elder exclaimed excitedly.
"Moreover, youâve not only failed to suppress the cold poison but during each outburst, youâve absorbed quite a bit of it, allowing the poison to penetrate you thoroughlyâyouâve all been poisoned," Feng Wuchen said gleefully.
"What? Weâve been poisoned?" Yang and the othersâ expressions changed drastically, cold sweat pouring down as they became extremely anxious.
Knowing well how terrifying the cold poison was, they had suffered greatly over the past seven days.
In their panic, Yang and the others quickly checked themselves.
"Cold poison!" One glance and they were startled out of their wits.
"Elder Yang, you really have fire poison!" Qi Tianren was shocked beyond words.
"You couldnât cure him and let yourself get poisoned instead; what renowned herbalists of the Heavenly Realm you are indeed," Feng Wuchen mocked mercilessly.
"Brother Feng, did you notice it from the start?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked in a low voice.
Feng Wuchen nodded slightly and whispered, "Though they can suppress the cold poison, itâs only temporary. They can never truly cure it. Cold poison is as terrifying as fire poison: the higher the cultivation, the more frightening it becomes. They canât hope to cure it."
"Fire poison is indeed terrifying; it seems Brother Feng must personally handle it," Ling Xiaoxiao said with a low smile.
"Open your eyes and watch closely; this is how you eradicate cold poison!" Feng Wuchen sneered, walking step by step towards the old Pavilion Master.
"Young man, sorry to trouble you," Qi Moyang nodded weakly to Feng Wuchen.
"Honestly, if I knew Iâd be slandered by three incompetent fools upon coming here, I wouldnât want to set foot here," said Feng Wuchen indifferently.