Elder Liu looked down on Tang San from above, his voice booming like great bronze bells, shaking Tang San's eardrums until blood poured from them.
"We cultivators of the Great Thousand World draw the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth into our bodies from the Spirit Movement Realm onward, cleansing our marrow and remaking our flesh!"
"By the time we reach my Heaven Fusion Realm, every inch of flesh and every meridian has been tempered countless times by the laws of heaven and earth."
"What flows through our blood is supreme Spiritual Energy!"
"Your so-called deadly poison is nothing more than a corrosive liquid made by forcibly mixing a few ordinary herbs together."
"It doesn't possess even a trace of the Great Dao's laws of destruction, yet you dream of poisoning Spiritual Energy cultivators?"
Elder Liu kicked Tang San to the ground, his face filled with disgust.
"Trying to poison a True Dragon with mortal arsenic, yet calling yourself a grandmaster of poisons."
"A fool who doesn't even understand the laws of heaven and earth or the nature of Spiritual Energy dares run wild in a guild of the Endless Fire Domain?"
"Guards, throw this herbal-tea-selling lunatic into the stinking ditch outside the city!"
"Don't let him dirty the examination hall's floor!"
Two guards strode forward, each grabbing one of Tang San's legs. Like dragging a dead dog, they hauled him all the way out of the hall amid the undisguised mockery of every Alchemy Master present.
Tang San's face scraped across the rough floor, leaving a long smear of blood.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was still muttering neurotically.
"I am the Tang Sect's sect master. That was Yama's Invitation..."
"It wasn't herbal tea. It wasn't herbal tea."
His toxicology was useless.
His pride was shattered.