"No wonder he's Yang the Herbalist! Incredible! The cold poison in the old Pavilion Master's body has been suppressed!"

"It's so miraculous! Even the power of a Great Heavenly Emperor couldn't suppress the cold poison, yet this single herb has such a magical effect!"

"The old Pavilion Master's 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 Moyang's 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! It's the nemesis of extreme cold substances! Even the cold poison of the Millennium Ice Flame can be restrained!" Elder Yang sneered proudly.

"If that's the case, then I have no business here. Farewell." Feng Wuchen smiled indifferently.

"Did I say you could leave?" Elder Yang's 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 don't 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 you're not blind, you should be able to see!" Elder Yang shouted angrily.

"What if it can't 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 don't keep old dogs that are arrogant and hold themselves above others."

"Brat! Who are you calling an old dog?" an elder roared in anger.

"I'll 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 wouldn't 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 can't be suppressed..." Qi Moyang was in extreme pain, his elderly face pale.

"Elder Yang, what's 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 shouldn't be hurt. The Ganoderma is rich in Spiritual Energy; it's 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 shouldn't be getting worse. Why is this happening?"

"Didn't you just say it could completely suppress the cold poison?" Feng Wuchen sneered coldly.

"..." Elder Yang's face was flushed red, feeling as if he had been slapped countless times, stinging with heat.

"Weren't 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 isn't suppressed soon, Grandpa won't make it!" Qi Shaokong also anxiously said.

"If you can't 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 wouldn't 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 don't need such measures; unlike you, I don't boast without ability."

"So audacious!" one elder shouted angrily.

"You barely understand cold poison. It's a form of energy. Even though the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma can restrain it, don't forget it contains rich Spiritual Energy. The cold poison strengthened by devouring the Ganoderma's energy is basic knowledge you all lack. And yet you claim to be renowned herbalists of the Heavenly Realm?" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully.

"Brat! Don't be so cocky! If you can't 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, you've been suppressing the cold poison for the old Pavilion Master for seven days, and the cold poison's outbursts are progressively harder to control. Your approach merely treats the symptoms rather than curing the disease. In essence, it's useless and accelerates the poison's 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, you've not only failed to suppress the cold poison but during each outburst, you've absorbed quite a bit of it, allowing the poison to penetrate you thoroughly—you've all been poisoned," Feng Wuchen said gleefully.

"What? We've been poisoned?" Yang and the others' 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 couldn't 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, it's 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 can't 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 I'd be slandered by three incompetent fools upon coming here, I wouldn't want to set foot here," said Feng Wuchen indifferently.

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