Good intentions brought him to remove the cold poison for Qi Moyang, yet he was ridiculed and slandered by three arrogant, insolent pharmacists.

If it weren't for Bai Hun and Qi Tianren, Feng Wuchen would have long left.

"You brat! Don't get too happy just yet! Do you really think you can remove the old Pavilion Master's cold poison?" Old Yang gritted his teeth and said angrily, full of defiance.

"How about we make a bet? If I can't completely cure the old Pavilion Master's cold poison, or if even a trace remains, I lose, and you can do whatever you want with me. If you lose, hand over all your precious herbs. Do you dare to bet?" Feng Wuchen retorted.

Seeing Feng Wuchen's confidence, Old Yang frowned and thought, "The old Pavilion Master's cold poison is no ordinary kind, especially being Millennial Ice Flame Cold Poison. The three of us have tried every anti-cold remedy with no effect. It's impossible for this kid to cure the cold poison completely, yet he says even the slightest bit left is his loss. Is he that confident?"

"Bet is bet. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Before Old Yang could speak, one of the old men shouted angrily.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, "Don't you want to reconsider?"

"Old Wang, let's have Old Yang decide." Another pharmacist seemed somewhat intimidated.

"As you said, if there's even a trace of cold poison left, I'll kill you!" Old Yang said darkly.

"Pavilion Master Qi, three elders, you are all Forging Masters, and your soul power can see everything clearly. Bear witness for me," Feng Wuchen responded with a calm smile.

"Yes! Master Feng!" Qi Tianren nodded respectfully.

"Master Feng?" Old Yang furrowed his brows, seemingly just realizing, but didn't think much of it.

Old Yang couldn't possibly link Feng Wuchen to this place, especially as this is the Asura Realm.

Turning slowly, Feng Wuchen smiled and said, "Old Pavilion Master, when removing the cold poison, you might feel a bit uncomfortable. After all, the cold poison in you has accumulated for decades, attacking the heart and occupying your entire body, and you'll need to endure a laugh's worth of pain."

"No pain is worse than the torture of this cold poison. Young man, I'm counting on you." Qi Moyang nodded. The three pharmacists were powerless, and he could only believe in Feng Wuchen.

"Bang!"

With a thought, Wu Fire was triggered, and a wisp of black flame ignited in his palm, dancing like an elf and emanating a chilling aura that penetrated the soul.

"Black flames? He can control such terrifying flames!" Old Yang's eyes bulged.

"The aura of the flame is actually cold! What kind of fire is this?" Old Wang looked bewildered and terrified.

"Such frightening flames! I've never seen black flames before!" Qi Tianren and the three elders all showed shock and curiosity.

Qi Moyang stared in shock at the black flames and asked, "Young man, what kind of flame is this?"

"This is an ancient flame, very domineering, but with the old Pavilion Master's cultivation, you should be able to withstand some of it," Feng Wuchen replied with a gentle smile.

Withstand some of it?

Is Wu Fire really that terrifying?

One must know that Qi Moyang possesses the cultivation of a Second Layer Heavenly Emperor. Though tormented by cold poison, a wisp of black flame shouldn't harm Qi Moyang, right?

Old Yang's trio clearly didn't believe it. Their old faces were full of disdain.

On the other hand, Qi Tianren and the others were unwavering in their belief because they knew Feng Wuchen's identity.

"Ah!"

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of black flame instantly entered Qi Moyang's glabella, and in that instant, Qi Moyang suddenly screamed.

The Wu Fire slowly meandered, frantically devouring the cold poison within Qi Moyang's body.

"Old Pavilion Master, hang in there," Feng Wuchen said.

Qi Moyang was in extreme pain, his pale face twisted dramatically, and his body trembled.

Just watching was terrifying.

Qi Tianren and others were tense, their palms sweaty, all hoping Feng Wuchen could cure the cold poison smoothly.

Soon, white mist began to emanate from the top of Qi Moyang's head.

"The cold poison has been eliminated!" Old Yang suddenly exclaimed, dumbfounded.

"What an amazing flame! It can not only suppress... no! It can remove cold Qi!" Old Wang couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's incredible! As expected of Master Feng! His very first move yielded immediate effects!" Qi Tianren was extremely excited.

"The amount of cold poison left is visibly decreasing!" Qi Shaokong said excitedly with a smile.

Wu Fire slowly wandered around Qi Moyang's limbs and bones, with white mist emitting from his body, the burning devouring pain making Qi Moyang scream continuously.

Old Yang and the others were petrified on the spot, their faces full of shock.

"The cold poison attacking the heart, the last step is the most painful, old Pavilion Master, you must endure it," Feng Wuchen reminded again.

Qi Moyang screamed while nodding repeatedly.

"Ah!"

The intense pain multiplied in an instant, and Qi Moyang's screams grew more and more horrific.

Fortunately, Wu Fire was domineering enough, and within less than three minutes, it had devoured all the cold poison inside Qi Moyang.

Retrieving Wu Fire, the pain disappeared, and Qi Moyang finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Master Feng, has it been completely cured?" Qi Tianren asked.

"Of course, the cold poison inside the old Pavilion Master has completely disappeared!" Feng Wuchen nodded.

"The cold poison has really disappeared! Young man, you are truly an expert!" After checking, Qi Moyang's pale old face was extremely shocked, hardly able to believe it.

"The cold poison... has disappeared..." Old Yang said in a state of shock, like a wooden chicken.

"Thank you, Master Feng! Thank you, Master Feng!" Qi Shaokong and the three elders thanked repeatedly with excitement.

Qi Tianren said respectfully, "Thank you, Master Feng, for saving my father. This kindness is beyond measure. If Master Feng needs anything in the future, feel free to ask. Morning Light Pavilion will not refuse!"

"Pavilion Master Qi, you're exaggerating. The old Pavilion Master, being Chairman Bai's friend, makes him one of our own; no need for formalities," Feng Wuchen replied with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Master Feng, for your life-saving grace!" Qi Moyang immediately dropped to one knee to thank him.

"Old Pavilion Master, there's no need for such a great courtesy," Feng Wuchen hurriedly helped Qi Moyang up.

"Father, the guest I invited is actually the renowned Master Feng, Divine Grade Artifact Refiner and Divine Grade Alchemist of the Heavenly Realm, and also the Hall Master of Dragon God Palace," Qi Tianren quickly said.

"You... you are that Master Feng?" Qi Moyang was so shocked that he trembled and immediately knelt down again: "I was unaware of Master Feng's identity, I hope Master Feng forgives me."

Qi Moyang knelt in such terror because he not only knew Feng Wuchen as Master Feng but also as the Young Master of the Dragon God Clan.

"Old Pavilion Master, please rise quickly," Feng Wuchen said with a gentle smile.

"Master... Master Feng..." The three of Old Yang were completely panicked, immediately kneeling down in terror on the spot.

Looking at Old Yang's trio, Feng Wuchen chuckled, "Pavilion Master Qi and others can attest you lost."

"Yes, yes! This storage ring contains all our herbs, please, Master Feng, accept it!" Old Yang said, presenting the storage ring with trembling hands.

Feng Wuchen's next words plunged them into complete despair.

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