“Oh my, you’re quite young, only thirty-seven. I wonder who that seductive old woman you’re talking about is? Don’t tell me, I’m only in my early twenties,” Dongfang Mian said, pointing at the alluring woman who had threatened her with a poisonous snake earlier. “I know, you must be talking about her.”

“But she’s sexy enough but not old enough. Hey, why don’t you two just get together? She’s sexy enough and you’re old enough,” Dongfang Mian said happily, clapping her hands.

"You're courting death! I'm a Saint-level Poison Master! Cherish the last moments of your life!" Guiyue roared, pulling out a porcelain bottle as if to test her poison skills against Dongfang Mian.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried for Dongfang Mian. Competing with a Saint-level Poison Master in a poison contest was a matter of life and death. But then they thought that if they really poisoned Dongfang Mian to death, it wouldn't be a big deal. In fact, they felt quite relieved.

Dongfang Mian smiled and said, "Want to start the challenge? Sure, wait a minute, I need to put on my badge."

Guiyue curled her lip in disdain, and polished the Saint-level Poison Master badge that she had long ago pinned to her chest even brighter.

When she looked up again, she was stunned. She saw Dongfang Mian take an even more dazzling badge from Aju's hand, casually blow away the dust, and then pin it to her chest.

"Emperor-level Poison Master!" Screams erupted from the crowd like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

Dongfang Mian waved her hand, "Calm down, everyone calm down. Your behavior is putting a lot of pressure on the Guiyue Saint-level Poison Master."

Guiyue's inner thoughts: I have no pressure, I just want to die.

"What's the point of comparing them? How could a Saint-level Poison Master possibly compare to an Emperor-level Poison Master?" the onlookers chimed in with their opinions.

Dongfang Mian stared at Guiyue, whose face was full of despair, and said, "Come on, I'll take care of you. You can choose any of the three old poison master competitions."

Poison master competitions, like alchemy and weapon crafting, have their own unique competition methods, also known as the three traditional methods: poison techniques, poisons, and poisons, or poison testing.

Seeing that Dongfang Mian was unwilling to let it go, Guiyue could only despairingly weigh the three competition methods. She was extremely depressed. She had originally planned to use the Shi family to make a name for herself, but she never expected that she would lose her life before she could even make a name for herself.

"I choose to be the one to test the poison," Guiyue finally managed to squeeze out after a long pause.

Dongfang Mian was also slightly taken aback, thinking that Guiyue would say something nice to beg for mercy, so she would just let her go.

Unexpectedly, this Guiyue was quite tough, which made Dongfang Mian worried. To be honest, apart from the god-level poison attribute skill paralysis, she knew nothing about poison, let alone poisonous creatures, which were disgusting to look at. As for poisons... she didn't know any high-level ones at all.

“Okay,” Dongfang Mian said calmly.

The poison masters couldn't help but get excited. Could it be that they were fortunate enough to see an Emperor-level poison today?

The competition began, and Guiyue first took out a bottle of Saint-level poison and handed it to Dongfang Mian. Dongfang Mian took it and drank it all in one gulp without changing his expression. Everyone was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped. It was the first time they had ever seen Saint-level poison tested like this. How was this any different from drinking water?

Guiyue was also stunned, and felt a pang of heartache. That was a Saint-level poison, every drop of which was extremely precious. And now, not a single drop was left for her.

But she quickly laughed at herself, thinking that she was about to die anyway, so what did she care about a Saint-level poison?

“Your turn,” Guiyue said.

"Here you go," Dongfang Mian casually handed over a small porcelain bottle.

The small porcelain bottle, gleaming with a faint green light, gave off an ominous feeling.