363: This is truly impossible to explain.

"Holy crap!!!"

Shi Wanshan was struck by lightning, his entire body frozen in place, his rough face instantly turning the color of pig liver!

An indescribable emotion, a mix of intense pain, rage, frustration, and disbelief, erupted like a volcano in his chest!

"My storage ring!!! My entire life savings!!! Which accursed bastard did this?! Ah—?!"

He let out a heart-wrenching roar, the sound waves shaking the entire dilapidated Immortal Cave, causing dust to fall!

All the treasures he had painstakingly accumulated for over a hundred years, his substantial wealth obtained through shamelessly—no, through legitimately collecting resources on Zizhu Peak, and all the Opportunities he had just acquired in the Emperors Tomb, were all gone!

"Don't let me find out who it was!!! I'm not done with you!!! I'll flay you alive! I'll tear you to pieces!!!"

Shi Wanshan trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged male lion whose cubs had been stolen. He paced in circles, wishing he could devour the attacker alive!

In his fury, his gaze swept across the ground, and he suddenly froze.

He saw a few items scattered on the ground not far away.

"Hmm?"

Shi Wanshan's violent rage paused.

He walked forward suspiciously, squatted down, and carefully picked up these items, each one a valuable life-saving treasure!

"This?"

He touched these treasures, which still carried his aura, his face full of confusion.

"They robbed me, but deliberately left me a few life-saving items? This scoundrel, does he still have some conscience?"

But the next second, he suddenly jolted, as if struck by a bolt of lightning on his crown, his entire body stiffening!

This plot, this method, why did it feel so damn familiar?!

Rob you of everything, but leave you with some life-saving items so you don't die!

"You son of a bitch!!!"

Shi Wanshan suddenly realized, his old face instantly becoming incredibly expressive, a mix of anger, embarrassment, absurdity, and an extreme sense of frustration, like "the hunter becoming the hunted," intertwined!

"Isn't this the wicked thing I did when I robbed Wang Xiaopang?!"

"An acquaintance! It's definitely an acquaintance! Which accursed bastard actually used my method against Wang Xiaopang to deal with me?!"

He was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood! This was an utter disgrace!

What misfortune for the sect!

What misfortune for the sect!

"Don't let me find out who it is, or else..."

Shi Wanshan gritted his teeth.

He gasped for breath, his gaze involuntarily falling on the Purple Robe Saint embedded in the ground beside him.

"Damn it, I've lost big time!"

"This old fellow looked like he was stripped clean too, but what if there's still something left? I have nothing now, even a mosquito's leg is meat!"

Holding onto a sliver of hope, Shi Wanshan grumbled as he walked over to the Purple Robe Saint and began to search him.

His clothes had long been stripped off. Shi Wanshan somewhat unwillingly pried open the other party's tightly clenched hand, then felt behind his ears, and even wanted to pry open his mouth to check!

Just then!

"Hmm?"

From beneath him, an extremely faint groan, filled with pain, was heard.

Shi Wanshan's movements suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head.

He saw the Purple Robe Saint, who had been in a deep coma and on his last breath, his eyelids tremble violently a few times, then slowly and with difficulty, open a slit!

A pair of pupils, somewhat unfocused due to severe injuries and weakness, but still retaining fear and bewilderment, happened to meet Shi Wanshan's eyes, which were close by and filled with exploratory desire and unwillingness!

Four eyes met!

The air, at this moment, seemed to solidify.

Shi Wanshan remained in his bent-over, reaching-out posture, trying to pry open the other party's mouth, frozen in place.

The Purple Robe Saint's unfocused gaze was first bewildered, then it focused, seeing Shi Wanshan's face and his actions of "groping" him... A look of extreme horror, humiliation, and disbelief slowly appeared on the Purple Robe Saint's pale face.

Shi Wanshan: "..."

Purple Robe Saint: "..."

Inside the Immortal Cave, there was a deathly silence.

Shi Wanshan's mind had only one thought:

"Holy crap! Now it really can't be explained!!!"

The Purple Robe Saint's unfocused eyes, upon meeting Shi Wanshan's "exploring" large hands and his face so close, finally turned into a tremble mixed with towering rage and extreme weakness.

"You... you...!"

The Purple Robe Saint's lips trembled, wanting to say something, but due to severe injuries and exasperation, he only managed to utter a few broken syllables.

He looked at his only remaining personal clothing, then at the burly man in front of him holding his mouth, and finally his gaze fell on the other party's disheveled attire... A reasonable but even more humiliating and desperate guess instantly formed.

This damn guy is a robber with special fetishes!

Stealing my things isn't enough, he wants to insult this Saint too?!

What an utter disgrace!

It's simply an unprecedented, unparalleled disgrace!!

"Pfft—!"

The Purple Robe Saint was already severely injured, and now, with anger rushing to his heart, he spat out another mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments. His aura became even weaker, but the venom and killing intent in his eyes became almost tangible.

Shi Wanshan suddenly snapped back to his senses, retracting his hand as if electrocuted, stepping back two paces, his face also showing extreme embarrassment!

"Wait! Fellow Daoist! Brother! Listen to me! This is a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Shi Wanshan gesticulated frantically, trying to explain, "I'm not, I didn't, what's that!"

I'm a victim too! I just woke up!

I just wanted to see if you still had any, uh, no, I was just curious, bah! That's not it either!"

The more he spoke, the more confused he became, and the more he tried to explain, the worse it sounded.

Looking at the Purple Robe Saint's eyes, which seemed to want to devour him alive, Shi Wanshan knew that this grudge was sealed, and it was sealed in an incredibly frustrating and bizarre way.

The Purple Robe Saint's eyes were cold and venomous, completely disbelieving.

His injuries were too severe, he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He could only "slowly torture" Shi Wanshan with his gaze, as if wanting to slice him into a thousand pieces.

Shi Wanshan felt his scalp tingle from the stare, knowing that if he stayed any longer, once this old fellow recovered even a little breath, even if he only had half a life left, he would probably fight him to the death.

Although he wasn't afraid, this misunderstanding was too damn disgusting! Even winning would leave him stained!

"Alright, alright, alright! I'm leaving! I'm leaving right away!" Shi Wanshan made a decisive choice and decided to make a quick escape.

Finally, he glanced at the Purple Robe Saint, who was left with only his underwear and whose eyes could eat people, and after much deliberation, he managed to blurt out:

"Well, Fellow Daoist, take care! This place is not suitable for staying long, you should also find a way to heal your injuries quickly! We'll meet again, uh, or maybe not!"

With that, Shi Wanshan dared not linger, fearing that the old fellow might suddenly have a burst of vitality and jump up to perish with him. He flashed away like a startled rabbit, darting out of the dilapidated Immortal Cave and disappearing into the depths of the Emperors Tomb's intricate passages in a blink of an eye.

Inside the Immortal Cave, only the Purple Robe Saint remained, lying on the ground, feeling the intense pain in his body, the complete loss of his wealth, and the unspeakable humiliation from just now... "Ah—!!!!"

A roar filled with endless venom, hatred, shame, and weakness, like the wail of an injured beast, faintly but shrilly echoed in the empty Immortal Cave.

"Thief! This Saint will never rest until you are dead—!!!"