How Great, Righteous, and Glorious

"They're here."

Fu Nanshan warned, his expression turning serious.

Though he was confident that these poisons wouldn't affect him too severely, if they truly entered his system, he would undoubtedly suffer quite a bit.

Yi Feng's eyes also lit up.

As the toxic mist completely enveloped his surroundings, he even took a few deep breaths.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the poison to take effect.

In fact, worried that it might be too slow, he even forcibly circulated his qi to speed things up.

"Oh."

"My stomach does feel a bit sore now."

Yi Feng felt the sensation in his abdomen, his face full of anticipation.

But he didn’t realize this was merely his imagination...

Beside him, Fu Nanshan nodded approvingly as he observed Yi Feng meditating calmly.

It seemed this kid was seriously resisting the poison.

He wondered just how long Yi Feng could hold out.

But for now, it didn’t look like anything would happen anytime soon.

With that thought, Fu Nanshan simply closed his eyes and began cultivating.

After all,

his recent training had reached a critical stage.

He might as well make the most of his time.

Time passed bit by bit.

Growing impatient at the lack of noticeable symptoms, Yi Feng felt irritated.

But seeing that Fu Nanshan hadn’t been affected either, he figured the poison must take a while to work. So, he decided to wait patiently.

Outside, the people of the Poison Sky Island were also tense.

"I wonder what the results will be."

"Yeah, will the poison mist we developed even pose a lethal threat to a Unity Realm cultivator?"

Everyone was on edge.

If they were asked to concoct a poison that could kill a specific Unity Realm expert, they could probably manage it.

But turning an entire space into a death trap for any Unity Realm cultivator inside? That was an entirely different level of difficulty.

If they succeeded this time, it would mark a milestone in their progress.

Time flew by, and several more hours passed.

While cultivating, Fu Nanshan occasionally checked on Yi Feng.

So, no matter how slight Yi Feng’s movements were, they didn’t escape his notice.

He hadn’t expected Yi Feng to last this long.

Just as he began to suspect that the Poison Sky Island’s mist wasn’t potent enough to threaten a Unity Realm cultivator, Yi Feng finally groaned in pain.

"I—I can’t take it anymore... I’m done."

With that, he collapsed.

"Oh?"

"Finally gave in, huh?"

Seeing this, Fu Nanshan quickly stood up and examined Yi Feng’s condition.

"Hmm?"

"His orifices are all normal?"

Frowning as he observed Yi Feng, Fu Nanshan muttered, "Could the poison be targeting his internal organs?"

"If it’s attacking his organs, we can’t delay too long—waiting would only cause severe aftereffects."

While analyzing the situation, Fu Nanshan quickly checked Yi Feng’s pulse.

"Eh?"

"Why is his pulse so steady too?"

Fu Nanshan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What in the world is going on?"

However,

just as he was racking his brain for answers, a sound suddenly echoed through the silent space.

"Snore... snore."

At first, the sound was rhythmic.

But the next moment, it made Fu Nanshan’s hair stand on end.

Because the noise wasn’t coming from anywhere else—it was Yi Feng, lightly snoring.

"Damn it, I thought you were dying!"

"Turns out you were just sleeping!"

"Making me analyze and worry for nothing!"

Furious, Fu Nanshan grabbed Yi Feng and shook him. "You idiot! Are you out of your mind? You actually fell asleep in a poison-filled space?"

"Stop it... let me sleep."

"I stayed up all night, and now I’ve been awake for hours... I can’t take it anymore. Just let me rest a bit longer."

Yi Feng didn’t even bother opening his eyes, mumbling drowsily. In the face of overwhelming exhaustion, everything else was forgotten.

Time passed—who knew how long—

When Yi Feng finally woke up, he found himself surrounded by people.

The first faces he saw were those of the Poison Sky Island’s poison masters.

They all looked grim, their expressions filled with disappointment.

"Seems like our poison mist failed..."

"Does it really have no significant effect on Unity Realm cultivators...?"

Bitter frustration was written all over their faces—all their recent efforts had been wasted.

"No kidding it didn’t work!"

Fu Nanshan’s irritated voice chimed in from the side. "This kid slept soundly in your poison mist for half a day. What kind of effect were you expecting?"

As Yi Feng regained his senses, he too felt a pang of regret and frustration.

Not only had he failed to die, but he’d also dozed off.

"So annoying... how could it fail?"

Clenching his fists, Yi Feng smashed a skull beneath him into pieces.

The poison masters, still wallowing in their misery, were taken aback by Yi Feng’s reaction.

Logically, surviving should be a cause for celebration.

So why was this guy even more upset than they were?

Watching Yi Feng grow increasingly agitated—pulverizing several more skulls in frustration—the poison masters hurriedly tried to console him.

"Brother Yi, there’s no need for this."

"Yes, Brother Yi, please don’t take it so hard."

"Failure is part of life. We learn from each setback, and success will come in time."

They all chimed in with words of comfort.

Yet, deep down, they found the situation bizarre.

Shouldn’t they be the ones being comforted?

Why were they the ones reassuring Yi Feng instead?

"You just don’t understand." An elder sighed admiringly. "Brother Yi is devoted to the greater good, willing to sacrifice himself for the cause. He values the success of this experiment more than his own life."

Hearing this explanation,

the others nodded in agreement.

Of course.

Otherwise, why would Brother Yi be so heartbroken?

Such selflessness was rare and truly worthy of admiration.

Unable to hold back their respect, they all bowed deeply to Yi Feng.

Though the experiment had failed, knowing that a righteous and noble soul like Yi Feng was unharmed made the setback easier to bear.

"No!"

"What was the agreement before we started?"

"You promised you wouldn’t stop until I was dead!"

Yi Feng stood up, pointing accusingly at the poison masters. "Don’t go back on your word now! If you can’t even poison me to death, how can you call yourselves the greatest poison masters in the Cloud Star? Where’s your skill? Show me what you’re really capable of!"

"Here’s my demand."

"Three days!"

"In three days, you’d better arrange another poison test for me."

"If you still can’t kill me, every last one of you should quit and go raise pigs!"

"Uh..."

Yi Feng’s words sent shockwaves through the crowd, leaving the poison masters exchanging bewildered glances.

Then,

their faces flushed red with shame, wishing they could vanish into the ground.

Because Yi Feng’s tirade had thoroughly humbled them.

Yes.

They called themselves the greatest poison masters in the Cloud Star, arrogantly believing themselves to be humanity’s future saviors.

If they couldn’t even develop a poisonous mist capable of killing a Dao Fusion realm expert, they might as well go home and raise pigs.

In that moment,

the frustration of their earlier failure was replaced by a blazing resurgence of determination.

It was beyond their imagination just how noble Young Master Yi truly was.

He had even requested—no, demanded—that they arrange another poison trial for him within three days.

Such greatness.

Such radiant virtue!

If Young Master Yi could speak so lightly of sacrificing his own life for the future of humanity, how could they, the poison masters of Quan Yun Star with all their resources and privileges, dare to slack off?

If they failed to deliver results for him, how could they ever face him again?

“We thank Young Master Yi for his relentless motivation.”

“We will immediately resume our research.”

“Within three days, we swear to give him an answer worthy of his expectations.”

With fiery resolve, the poison masters departed, fists clenched and spirits high.