Chapter 950: Pride Comes Before A Fall

"Have you guys noticed something else?"

The murmurs continued.

"The island master's changes only started recently. It was never like this before."

"Yeah, and before, the island master rarely showed up, including during many of the previous poison trials. She never came."

"Exactly. It's only recently that she's started acting strange."

"Hmph!"

Not far away, Zhang Zhishan sneered.

Why did Night Owl's changes only start recently?

Because Zhang Zhishan had only recently arrived on the island!

For some reason, hearing the island's poison masters gossiping like this gave Zhang Zhishan a strange sense of satisfaction.

And if they're already this shocked now, tsk tsk, there will be even more jaw-dropping moments in the future.

Especially when he imagined Night Owl, sweet and adorable, leaning into his arms, the two of them appearing together in front of these people. The feeling, the gazes of the crowd...

Zhang Zhishan narrowed his eyes, feeling as if he was about to float away.

*Slap.*

Suddenly, a slap landed on his face.

He opened his eyes, ready to explode in anger, only to find his father glaring at him with a dark expression.

"You little brat, what are you daydreaming about? Don't tell me you have ideas about the island master?"

"I'm warning you, you little bastard, don't even think about it. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

Zhang Chong knew his playboy son all too well.

This had always been a thorn in his side. He had spent too much time on poison techniques and not enough time disciplining his son.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhishan immediately became anxious.

"Hmph, father, what are you talking about? Do you really have such a low opinion of your son?"

"And it's not that I have ideas about her, it's that she has ideas about me, okay? Hmph..."

Zhang Zhishan's flawless, jade-like face turned red with anger.

But all he got in return was Zhang Chong's disdainful look.

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Look at your pathetic self, acting all girly, and... tsk tsk... hmph... okay?"

After giving him a couple of disdainful glances, Zhang Chong simply ignored him.

"Hmph!"

"Fine, fine, since you look down on me so much, just wait and see." Zhang Zhishan clenched his fists. "When Night Owl becomes your daughter-in-law, you'll regret it."

The commotion outside was completely unknown to Yi Feng and Fu Nantian, who were still inside the space.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground as usual.

"This poison is even more potent than I expected."

Fu Nantian, sensing the poison in the space, couldn't help but praise it.

At this point, even with his strength, he couldn't completely ignore the effects of the poison.

Just then, Yi Feng stood up.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Fu Nantian asked.

"Just taking a walk."

Yi Feng got up and said.

Fu Nantian didn't say anything, assuming that Yi Feng was having trouble staying still due to the effects of the poison.

After all, this feeling was like being an ant on a hot pan. As the temperature rose, the ant would naturally struggle and move around.

He figured Yi Feng was having a hard time resisting the poison.

Since the space was only about a hundred zhang (around 300 meters) in size, any movement would be within his spiritual perception, so he wasn't worried about Yi Feng causing any problems. He let Yi Feng do as he pleased.

But Yi Feng was just fine.

His legs were just numb, and he wanted to stretch them.

Also, the poison didn't seem to be affecting him, so he wanted to find the vent where the poison was being released.

After all, there had to be an opening where the poison was coming in, right?

He planned to sit right on top of that vent to expose himself to a higher concentration of the poison.

The space was about a hundred zhang in diameter, which was roughly 300 meters. It wasn't small, so it would take Yi Feng some time to search.

After looking around for a while, he couldn't find the vent.

But he did find a spot where the poison mist was denser than before, so he sat down there.

Meanwhile, Fu Nantian was in trouble.

As he sat cross-legged, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Not good."

"That guy found my avatar and destroyed it."

Fu Nantian's face turned pale as a sheet. The backlash from his avatar being destroyed had severely injured him.

He quickly began meditating to suppress the backlash.

But the next moment.

His expression changed drastically.

While circulating his energy, a wisp of black gas mixed in.

This made him feel uneasy.

The backlash had already weakened him, and now, like adding insult to injury, the poison mist in the space, which shouldn't have been a major threat, had seeped into his body.

Although it was just a wisp.

If he didn't expel it, it could have a significant impact on him.

His expression became extremely serious.

Although his avatar had been destroyed and an enemy was approaching, that wasn't the most urgent matter at the moment. Expelling the poison that had entered his body was far more important.

A faint glow began to rise around him.

His spiritual energy circulated through his body, cycle after cycle, as time passed minute by minute.

"Pfft."

Fu Nantian spat out another mouthful of blood.

His face and lips had turned a dark black.

The poison that had entered his body had gone from a wisp to something he could no longer control.

"Damn it, those poison-making bastards from Heavenly Poison Island must have taken some kind of stimulant to come up with such a potent poison!"

"Am I really going to capsize in a ditch?"

Fu Nantian, his face now dark black, spat out another mouthful of blood. His expression was bitter, but in his heart, he couldn't help but curse.

If the poison was only lethal to Unity Realm cultivators, even with the backlash from his avatar's destruction, it wouldn't have brought him to such a sorry state.

But the damn poison was clearly more than just lethal to Unity Realm cultivators. Even a fully healthy Dao Realm expert would probably die here, or worse.

After all, no matter what, he was a Saint! Even a severely injured Saint was still a Saint!

For a poison to affect a Saint, you can imagine how potent it was.

Because of this, the poison became the final straw that broke Fu Nantian's back.

Finally, Fu Nantian's internal energy circulation failed. His entire body turned black, his breathing became labored, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

"Kid, I've capsized in a ditch myself, so forget about saving you. This poison will probably take you out too."

Fu Nantian looked in Yi Feng's direction, his face full of bitterness. "So, you're on your own."

Gradually, he grew weaker and more disoriented.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey, old man, how did you end up like this?"

"I'm still fine, and you're already about to die?"

"Really? Are you that weak? Are you sure you're not a fake Unity Realm cultivator?"

The voice belonged to Yi Feng.

Hearing Yi Feng's words, Fu Nantian, who was already at his limit, spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time.

It was purely out of anger.

If he hadn't been too poisoned to speak, he would have jumped up and shouted: I'm a Saint!

Of course, anger aside.

He was also deeply puzzled and shocked. Why was this kid completely unaffected?

Wasn't he a Unity Realm cultivator?

What was going on?

Logically, even a Dao Realm expert couldn't withstand this poison, so how was this kid holding up?

The next moment, he felt Yi Feng forcibly prying open his mouth.

Then, a clump of herbs was stuffed into his mouth by Yi Feng.

What the hell?

Fu Nantian was stunned.

Herbs?

Is this kid trying to save me?

No way.

Fu Nantian's heart was filled with complex emotions. Originally, he had planned to save Yi Feng so that the kid would be grateful and become his disciple.

But now, it was Yi Feng who was saving him?

And.

He's stuffing herbs into my mouth, which means he's seen my face?

So he knows who I am?

Damn it, damn it.

Where am I supposed to put my face now?

How am I supposed to take him as a disciple?

What made Fu Nantian feel the most despair was that the herbs seemed to be working?

After the herbs entered his body, within moments, he felt like a dry riverbed being flooded with fresh water. His condition improved slightly.

Holy crap.

It really works?

The thought that he might actually be saved by Yi Feng made Fu Nantian feel like he wanted to die of embarrassment.

He even wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

No.

Just let me die!

Fu Nantian roared inwardly, a true case of pride coming before a fall.