Chapter 940: Night Owl

A ship sailed across the calm sea.

It wasn’t large, and in fact, it looked rather shabby. However, it flew a red flag, the highest-ranking flag. This was likely the only ship in the Heavenly Domain, apart from those of the Qin family of Heaven and Earth Island, that could fly such a flag.

This was the ship heading to Poison Heaven Island.

Onboard, there weren’t many people. Aside from the elderly leader and his young attendant, there were some crew members and guards from Poison Heaven Island. Of course, there were also the two most important volunteers.

On the deck, a few people sipped fragrant tea, their moods exceptionally good.

"Ah, after so much effort, I’m finally going to die," Yi Feng thought, enjoying the sea breeze with a relaxed expression. How refreshing!

"Ah, my precious disciple is almost within reach," the old man under the bamboo hat thought, rubbing his hands together with a smile, his legs shaking with excitement.

"Ah, I thought this trip would be fruitless, but I managed to recruit two such strong heroes," the elder from Poison Heaven Island thought, stroking his beard with a satisfied grin.

The three of them had different thoughts.

"Would you two heroes like to play a game of chess?" the elder from Poison Heaven Island asked after a while, taking out a chessboard, worried that the two might get bored.

Hearing this, the old man under the bamboo hat’s eyes lit up, his gaze fixed on Yi Feng. He hadn’t forgotten his loss to this young man on Wind Moon Island.

"No," Yi Feng refused outright. In his current joyful state, he had no interest in chess. Besides, after being trained by the system, he was invincible at chess. Playing against anyone felt like facing a beginner-level AI—utterly devoid of fun.

"No way," the old man under the bamboo hat nearly lost his temper.

Seeing Yi Feng’s puzzled look, the old man quickly explained, "I mean, wouldn’t it be boring if you don’t play chess?" With that, he placed a chess piece on the board, forcing Yi Feng into the game.

"Fine, fine," Yi Feng reluctantly agreed, shaking his head.

Soon, the chessboard was filled with black and white pieces, the two sides locked in a fierce battle.

"Hmph, kid, I only lost to you last time because I was distracted by our conversation. This time, I’ll show you the true skill of your future master," the old man under the bamboo hat thought, his competitive spirit flaring. He didn’t want to leave any black marks in front of his precious disciple.

If the disciple was so outstanding, the master had to be just as impressive. He had already fallen short in terms of ideological awareness, and he couldn’t allow himself to fall short in other areas. After all, to truly win over such a talented disciple, he had to surpass him in every way, earning his admiration and respect. Only then would the disciple willingly accept him as his master.

The old man’s mind raced with plans as he lifted a chess piece, contemplating how to completely outmaneuver his precious disciple. But then he realized, to his dismay, that he was already completely surrounded by Yi Feng’s pieces. By the time he noticed, there was no way out.

"You lose," Yi Feng said with a faint smile.

"This... this can’t be," the old man muttered, his face filled with disbelief as his plans crumbled.

"Again! Let’s play another round," the old man insisted, unwilling to accept defeat. Losing to someone else was one thing, but losing to his future disciple? Absolutely not.

"Fine, fine," Yi Feng sighed in resignation.

Since he was bored anyway, and the game had already started, he might as well continue to dominate for a while.

This round went as expected. The old man under the bamboo hat was completely outmaneuvered by Yi Feng, lasting even less time than in the previous game. Yet, he remained stubborn, refusing to give up and continuing to challenge Yi Feng.

They played five more games. Each subsequent game ended faster than the last, with the old man lasting shorter and shorter against Yi Feng. At first, Yi Feng had held back a little, giving the old man some room and saving face. But seeing the old man’s refusal to accept defeat, Yi Feng stopped holding back and swiftly ended each game.

By the end of these games, the old man’s confidence was shattered. Under his bamboo hat, he was drenched in sweat. He had to admit that he was no match for Yi Feng in chess.

"It’s fine, it’s just chess. It doesn’t affect my ability to take him as a disciple," the old man consoled himself. "Besides, I’m not teaching him chess. As long as I surpass him in other areas, it’s fine. Who says a master has to be better than his disciple in every way?"

With this self-reassurance, the old man felt a bit better.

As they enjoyed their leisurely time, the ship approached Poison Heaven Island. Even from a distance, the air was filled with a pungent medicinal smell. Neither the sky nor the surrounding waters showed any signs of life.

Poison Heaven Island truly lived up to its name.

Upon landing, it was just as expected—the entire island was barren, with jagged rocks and not a trace of greenery. Without prior knowledge, one might think they had stepped into a forbidden land.

Finally arriving at his destined place of death, Yi Feng was filled with excitement. In contrast, the old man under the bamboo hat remained indifferent, unimpressed by the surroundings.

"Heroes, I’ve already informed Night Owl of your arrival. I’ll take you to meet her now," the elder said politely, leading the way.

However, upon hearing the name "Night Owl," the old man under the bamboo hat paused for a moment.

Yi Feng noticed this and couldn’t help but ask, "Old Man Fu, is this Night Owl someone significant?"

Through their conversations on the ship, Yi Feng had learned that the old man’s name was Fu Nantian. From under the bamboo hat, Fu Nantian replied, "A terrifying woman. Known as the Poison Mistress of Yunxing, she’s only a Semi-Saint, but even Saints are reluctant to provoke her. Her mastery of poison is so profound that even a Saint could easily fall victim to her tricks. Poison Heaven Island is under her control. In any case, when you meet her, stay away. She’s covered in poison, and one wrong move could cost you your life."

Fu Nantian warned Yi Feng carefully. Although he was confident he could protect Yi Feng from any real danger, being poisoned by this woman would still be a troublesome affair.

"Is that so..." Yi Feng stroked his chin, quietly filing away this information.

Finally, they arrived at a black hall.

At the head of the hall sat a black-haired woman in a relaxed posture. Her tall figure resembled a water snake, her stunning physique on full display. She wore black, form-fitting armor that accentuated her long legs. Her features were delicate, with a well-defined face, though her skin wasn’t pale. Her eyeliner and lips had a dark, almost blackish hue. In Yi Feng’s terms, she looked like someone from a dark, gothic style, exactly as he had imagined, though much younger.

At the moment, she was gently stroking a poisonous lizard, her alluring gaze fixed with interest on Yi Feng and Fu Nantian as they entered.