"Apothecaries?"

Seeing the three elderly men, Feng Wuchen was slightly surprised.

"Lord Feng, my father's cold poison is extremely difficult to suppress. These three apothecaries have been helping to control it," Qi Tianren quickly explained.

Feng Wuchen nodded slightly.

The thousand-year ice flame originates from the deepest part of Xuanbing Valley, and its cold poison is indeed formidable.

Back then, in Xuanbing Valley, that terrifying cold could make countless cultivators dread it.

However, these three apothecaries are truly extraordinary; they can indeed suppress the cold poison.

The profession of apothecary is different from that of alchemist; apothecaries craft medicinal treatments, not elixirs.

But one aspect is similar to alchemists: they have a deep understanding of the properties of herbs. It's just that the herbs needed by apothecaries are not alchemical ingredients.

"Suppress the cold poison just with medicine?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked in shock. Although she wasn't an apothecary or alchemist, she could tell the three elders were clearly using medicine to help suppress the cold poison.

"What are you doing here? Can't you see we're suppressing the cold poison? If anything happens to the old Pavilion Master, can you take responsibility?" one of the elders suddenly yelled angrily, glaring harshly at Feng Wuchen and his group.

"Master Qi, did you disregard what I just said?" another elder snarled with a deep voice.

"If you don't want to die, get out immediately! Or else the cold poison will take your lives; don't blame me for not warning you!" the third elder quickly shouted.

Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, not expecting the apothecaries to show such animosity.

Qi Tianren and Qi Shaokong nearby were terrified.

The three stubborn old men had no idea whom they were offending.

Qi Tianren was also at a loss for words, although he wished he could throw the three apothecaries out. However, since they were indeed helping the old Pavilion Master suppress the cold poison, Qi Tianren couldn't just abandon them.

If word got out, wouldn't the Morning Light Pavilion become a laughingstock?

"Master Yang, please don't misunderstand. Lord Feng is someone I invited to treat my father's cold poison," Qi Tianren quickly said, glancing at Feng Wuchen's expression, fearing he might offend him.

"Treat the old Pavilion Master's cold poison?" Elder Yang was stunned, then furiously shouted, "Qi Tianren! Are you doubting our medical skills? We're diligently suppressing the cold poison, and you invite a young brat to treat him? You're insulting us!"

Seeing Elder Yang's outrage, Qi Tianren became increasingly anxious, hurriedly explaining, "No, no! Elder Yang misunderstood, this Feng..."

"Absolutely outrageous!" another elder interrupted, angrily saying, "Qi Tianren! You're playing with the old Pavilion Master's life, this is the cold poison of thousand-year ice flame. Not even a Celestial Immortal Grade alchemist can handle it. You casually invite a youngster to treat him, it's sheer stupidity!"

"This… Lord Feng…" Qi Tianren looked helplessly towards Feng Wuchen, deeply ashamed.

A Divine Grade Alchemist, the transcendent status of the Dragon God's heir, is not someone easily invited.

Qi Tianren enlisted Bai Hun's help to invite Feng Wuchen.

But here, the prideful three apothecaries were being so rude and insulting Feng Wuchen.

If not for these three apothecaries having helped the old Pavilion Master, Qi Tianren would not be so courteous.

Seeing Qi Tianren's predicament, Feng Wuchen understood and did not blame him in his heart.

"What are you standing around for? The old Pavilion Master's cold poison cannot be delayed even for a moment, get out now!" Elder Yang yelled angrily.

"Brother Feng, they're being too much!" Ling Xiaoxiao listened, furious, wishing she could tear the three elders' mouths apart.

Qi Shaokong's face was turning dark with embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Qi Tianren and the three elders desperately wanted to shred the apothecaries, but they couldn't do so. The apothecaries were guests they invited; casting them out would certainly tarnish the Morning Light Pavilion's reputation.

"Tianren, who exactly is this young man you invited? The cold poison from the thousand-year ice flame is formidable; don't take risks, it's harmful to others," Qi Moyang weakly and painfully spoke up.

"Father, this is..." Qi Tianren attempted to introduce, but was interrupted by Elder Yang again.

"A fraud! The old Pavilion Master's cold poison cannot be delayed. Get out quickly!" Elder Yang yelled, seeing Feng Wuchen as nothing but a nuisance, incapable of treating the cold poison.

"Elder Yang, don't speak nonsense!" Qi Tianren was in such worry he almost cried.

"Absolutely unforgivable!" Ling Xiaoxiao could no longer bear it, ready to act, but was stopped by Feng Wuchen.

"Have you finished speaking?" Feng Wuchen asked calmly.

"What? You don't want to leave?" an elder scolded, his eyes glaring like a serpent at Feng Wuchen.

"Slap!"

"Gush!"

Before the elder could finish his sentence, Feng Wuchen struck him hard across the face, sending him flying several meters, crashing into the window, spurting blood.

"You brat! How dare you harm a person! You're tired of living!" Elder Yang roared in total fury, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Ignoring Elder Yang's intimidating aura, Feng Wuchen replied calmly, "I was invited by Pavilion Master Qi to treat the old Pavilion Master's cold poison. I don't know you, and since you insulted me, hitting him is justified."

"You're here to suppress the old Pavilion Master's cold poison, just do your job. Whether the poison affects us has nothing to do with you."

"I reckon you're unable to suppress the cold poison, so you want to place the blame on me, saying that our intrusion caused you to miss the best opportunity to suppress the cold poison."

Upon hearing this, Qi Tianren and the others' faces changed dramatically.

The faces of the three apothecaries flushed red, clearly shaken by Feng Wuchen's accurate words, exposing their unease.

"Rubbish! We three are renowned apothecaries in the Heavenly Realm. How could we fail to suppress the cold poison? Who are you to talk with such an attitude to me!" Elder Yang shouted angrily.

Feng Wuchen shrugged, saying, "If you can suppress the cold poison, just go ahead. I see you're deliberately wasting time."

"You! You brat! Open your eyes wide and see! Once I've treated the old Pavilion Master's cold poison, I'll tear you limb from limb!" Elder Yang shouted, then took out an herb.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma!" Feng Wuchen was shocked, thinking, "This old man actually has such a treasure! Perfect for countering extreme cold!"

Elder Yang channeled celestial power, directing the potency of the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma into the old Pavilion Master's body.

The effect was indeed excellent; Qi Moyang's rampaging cold poison was immediately suppressed.

"Whew!" Qi Moyang took a long breath, joyfully saying, "The cold poison is suppressed; Elder Yang, what a miraculous herb!"

"Brat! How about now? Do you see the might of an old man?" Elder Yang sneered smugly.

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