400: Shi Wanshan in a sorry state

It turned out that Shi Wanshan had left the Emperors Tomb, felt his empty pockets, and his face was flushed with shame and anger.

He felt that returning looking so utterly defeated would make him lose face completely.

Gritting his teeth, he turned around and plunged into a small Secret Realm he had marked on the way, thinking he should at least find some “mosquito legs” to save face upon returning.

After scouring the Secret Realm thoroughly, he finally gained some meager harvest, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the Secret Realm, he ran headfirst into the Purple Robe Saint.

The Purple Robe Saint grew angrier the more he thought about the incident afterward, and when he left the Emperors Tomb, he happened to notice Shi Wanshan walking in this direction.

So, he invited a friend in the Saint King Realm, promising him the Saint King Battle Armor as compensation for his assistance after recovering the treasures.

“A misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!”

Shi Wanshan reacted quickly, instantly putting on an expression mixed with helplessness, grievance, and self-perceived sincerity, shouting loudly at the Purple Robe Saint.

“Fellow Daoist! Brother, I'm a victim too! I was also ambushed and stripped bare! Why won't you believe me!”

He complained inwardly as he spoke.

Even he thought his words sounded like a desperate excuse, yet the truth was indeed this frustrating!

Hearing this, the Purple Robe Saint trembled with rage, his face turning from pale to purple, his finger pointing at Shi Wanshan shaking, and his voice so shrill it almost cracked.

“Nonsense! Stop trying to deceive me with your cunning words! That day in the Immortal Cave, there was only you and me! If not for a shameless wretch like you, who else could it have been?!”

Remembering the miserable state he woke up in, and Shi Wanshan's exploring gaze at the time, old and new hatred surged into his heart, and he turned to the Gray-Robed Old Man beside him and said:

“This is the villain from that day! I ask Fellow Daoist to take action and help me execute this thief!”

The Gray-Robed Old Man gave Shi Wanshan a cold glance, his gaze utterly indifferent, as if looking at an ant.

He spoke flatly, his voice hoarse and low:

“A mere Saint. Commit suicide, and you may keep your corpse intact.”

Before his words finished, a majestic Saint King Pressure, vast as the heavens, roared down like an invisible mountain, crushing towards Shi Wanshan!

The surrounding space instantly solidified, and Law Chains faintly appeared, intending to completely restrain Shi Wanshan!

Shi Wanshan's face darkened, knowing that explanations were useless, as the other party neither believed him nor cared to listen!

“Damn it! Do you really think your grandpa is afraid of you?!”

He roared in anger, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward, the formidable cultivation of his Late Stage Saint Realm erupting with a boom.

He unleashed a punch; the Fist Seal was ancient and heavy, yet contained terrifying immense power capable of cracking the earth and shaking mountains, meeting the oppressive Saint King Domain head-on without any flourish!

“Boom—!!!”

The Fist Seal and the Domain fiercely collided, producing a deafening, terrifying roar!

Shi Wanshan's body shook, but he forcefully withstood the blow without retreating half a step!

A hint of genuine surprise flashed in the Gray-Robed Old Man's eyes: “Hm? You can actually withstand a blow from this old man? No wonder you're so arrogant!”

“Old geezer, you've got some skill! Come again!”

Shi Wanshan's Battle Intent surged, and he threw another punch; the Fist Wind tore through the sky as he actively attacked the Gray-Robed Old Man.

The Gray-Robed Old Man snorted coldly and pointed out several incredibly condensed gray Finger Rays in mid-air.

“Boom boom boom!”

Shi Wanshan used either his fist or his palm, exchanging blows with the Gray-Robed Old Man, fighting to a standstill!

For a moment, Fist Seals, Palm Winds, and gray Finger Rays continuously collided and annihilated each other in the air, with continuous Qi explosions, creating an extremely fierce scene.

The Purple Robe Saint watched with trepidation, never expecting Shi Wanshan to be so fierce that he could directly contend with an Old Ancestor in the Middle Stage Saint King Realm!

However, Shi Wanshan, mid-fight, was acutely aware: “I don't have any suitable treasures in my hand right now. If I keep dragging this out, I'm definitely going to lose!”

His mind raced, and he instantly made a decision.

He clashed hard again, using the force to float back a hundred zhang, stabilized his figure, dusted off his clothes, and gave the Gray-Robed Old Man and the Purple Robe Saint a defiant grin.

“Haha! Old geezer, your fist is quite hard! But your grandpa didn't bring a suitable weapon today, so this fight isn't satisfying! I'm not playing with you anymore, farewell!”

Before his voice faded, a flash of Bloody Light enveloped him, and he transformed into a heaven-shaking long rainbow. His speed skyrocketed, instantly tearing through the Void Realm and fleeing in the direction away from the Azure Profound Sect!

His decisiveness and speed caused the Gray-Robed Old Man to be slightly stunned.

The Purple Robe Saint was greatly alarmed: “He's escaping!”

The Gray-Robed Old Man looked at the direction Shi Wanshan disappeared, and instead of anger, a strange smile appeared on his face. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertip enveloped by a wisp of almost invisible light gray Qi.

“Escape? He won't get away.”

The old man's voice was hoarse, carrying the composure of someone in control of everything.

“During the exchange just now, this old man took the opportunity to inject the shadowless soul-chasing powder into his Qi and blood.

This powder was acquired by this old man from the Netherworld Hall at great cost. It is invisible and odorless, specialized in clinging to Qi and blood. No matter what Concealment Secret Technique he uses, as long as his Qi and blood remain, he will be like a bright lamp in the dark night, impossible to shake off.”

He closed his eyes and sensed carefully for a moment, then pointed in the direction Shi Wanshan had fled, stating with certainty: “He's over there. Chase him!”

Shi Wanshan originally thought he had escaped, but he didn't realize that the poison planted by the Grey-Robed Saint King during their fight was like a maggot clinging to bone, specifically targeting Qi and blood. No matter how many Secret Techniques he used, he couldn't dispel it; instead, it became more deeply entrenched.

“What the hell is this thing?!”

“Damn you! You Old Schemer, you're truly impossible to guard against! Resorting to poison when you can't win, how utterly treacherous?!”

He cursed furiously, veins popping out on his forehead.

No wonder that old guy allowed him to leave; it turned out he had already laid a trap! This tactic was simply despicable and shameless!

He tried several Poison Expulsion Secret Techniques, but that wisp of cold Qi stubbornly remained deep within his Qi and blood.

Shi Wanshan's heart gradually sank. Did he have to return to the Sect to resolve this?

Within the Azure Profound Sect, the Sect Master and the Old Ancestors were all in the Saint King Realm, not to mention Changge was presiding there; a mere Saint King Realm opponent could certainly be dealt with easily.

“No! I absolutely cannot just sneak back to the Sect like this, looking like a failure!”

He could almost imagine the scene: him fleeing back to the Azure Profound Sect, utterly disheveled and poisoned, only to be seen by the Sect Head Senior Brother and the other Peak Masters, those old fellows!

Just thinking about their scrutinizing, mocking gazes made his face burn!

Furthermore, he didn't want to lead a powerful enemy back to the Sect, which is why he had been hiding outside, ending up in this extremely frustrating predicament where he could neither advance nor retreat.

Damn it! When has Shi Wanshan ever suffered such humiliation!

“So that's what happened.”

A look of understanding flashed in Gu Changge's eyes, followed by a nearly imperceptible smile deep within his profound gaze.

This Senior Brother Shi, who was usually rough yet shrewd, had truly suffered a series of hidden losses this time.

Seeing this, the light projection above the stone table slowly dissipated.

The worry hadn't completely faded from Xuan Yangzi's face, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably first.

“Ah, Junior Brother Shi, this time truly...”

Xuan Yangzi tried hard to keep a straight face, but thinking of Shi Wanshan's miserable appearance in the projection—extremely frustrated, unable to explain himself, wanting to fight but lacking weapons, and finally falling victim to a dirty trick—he found it both irritating and hilarious.

“shadowless soul-chasing powder.” Gu Changge unconsciously stroked the egg with his finger, as if recalling some insignificant trivial matter.

The name sounds familiar. If he recalled correctly, Ling Canglan seemed to have mentioned this item to him once when he was giving guidance, and he had casually helped optimize it.

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Shi was the first to try it out. It seems the effect is quite good.

Thinking of this, Gu Changge's gaze was calm as he looked towards the distant Void Realm again, his mind stirring slightly.

A piece of information instantly traversed endless space, accurately sinking into the depths of Shi Wanshan's Sea of Consciousness, who was currently speeding through the Desolate Mountain Range.