Poison Cloud Mountain, the foremost poison sect in the world.
The Old Poison Immortal has eleven disciples, all masters of poison who strike terror into the martial world.
Only me, ranked twelfth, am an odd one out.
No, to be precise, I am the only person on Poison Cloud Mountain who specializes in detoxification.
My name is Yuanzhi. I am an orphan my master picked up, and the youngest disciple who gives my senior brothers the biggest headache.
The new poisons they spend months developing? I can taste a drop and come up with the antidote.
The venomous insects they raise for three years? One look from me is enough to get them pregnant.
Furious, they storm off to complain to our master.
My master says, “There’s nothing I can do. He can even neutralize my poison.”
Later, I left the mountain.
People in the martial world say, “A little monster has emerged from Poison Cloud Mountain.”
I say, “I’m no monster. I just detoxify people.”
They say, “You’re from the poison sect. What gives you the right to cure poison?”
I say, “Because my name is Yuanzhi.”
Yuanzhi is a medicinal herb. It calms the mind, opens the senses, and cures every poison under heaven.
They say, “You’re too arrogant.”
I say, “That’s not arrogance.
That’s being at the very top.”
At the very top, I roam the world at ease.
No, I've been thinking about it for two days. How come it's over?