405: Now you should believe me, right?

"Fellow disciples, please remain calm."

Li Muran said gently, then looked at the two of them.

"Fellow Daoists, seeing you so severely injured, I truly cannot bear it."

With a flick of his finger, two Medicinal Pills emitting rich vitality and majestic medicinal power flew accurately into their slightly open mouths.

The Medicinal Pills melted upon entry, turning into two warm currents that instantly swept through their limbs and bones!

The two felt their severe internal injuries healing at a visible speed!

Their depleted saintly power was also rapidly recovering! The grade of these Medicinal Pills was terrifyingly high!

"This is the Vitality Pill I refined personally; it is best for healing and replenishing Qi."

Li Muran explained with a smile, his gaze incredibly sincere.

"You two, please hurry and circulate your power to dissolve the medicinal effects. You must recover as quickly as possible."

He paused and added a sentence, his tone still gentle, yet it made them feel chilled to the bone:

"Make sure you don't die just like that; we haven't had our fill of fighting yet."

Upon hearing this, the two instantly froze in place, unable to swallow or spit out the pills.

Eat the enemy's pills to recover quickly, only to continue being beaten?

What humiliation! What a mockery!

Just as they were choked speechless by this extreme humiliation, Shi Wanshan had already strode over to the Grey-Robed Saint King.

Without ceremony, he squatted down and began rummaging through the tattered grey robes of the Grey-Robed Saint King Mu Sen (gave him a name) with his large, fan-like hands, his movements as practiced as if he were skinning his own prey.

"Hmm, this old geezer's savings are quite substantial."

While rummaging, Shi Wanshan muttered to himself, soon pulling out several Storage Rings, jade pendants, and a few oddly styled bottles and jars.

He opened one small black bottle emitting a faint fishy smell and sniffed it.

"Pah! This is the stuff, shadowless soul-chasing powder? It made me run for several days and nights!"

Cursing, he casually opened another small bottle kept with it, sensing an aura from the same source as the shadowless soul-chasing powder.

It should be the antidote. He carefully sealed the bottle and put it into his own Storage Ring.

The Grey-Robed Saint King's Face was now ashen.

He had been cautious all his life, painstakingly building his wealth and fighting for his life to reach the Middle Stage Saint King cultivation and status.

This wasn't just wealth; it was the foundation of his survival, the symbol of his dignity, and the cornerstone of all his ambitions!

And now, right before his eyes.

The people he had viewed as prey had snatched everything away!

His eyes stared fixedly at the pile of treasures, with only one thought in his mind.

"My Storage Rings, my Inner Armor, my life savings!"

"Taking this job was a total loss!"

Shi Wanshan paid no attention to the Grey-Robed Saint's gaze, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He turned to look at the Purple Robe Saint Li Mo (gave him a name), who had just recovered slightly and was staring at him with a resentful and fearful gaze.

Shi Wanshan grinned, shaking a Shimmering Inner Armor he had just stripped from Mu Sen, his voice booming like a bell:

"Hey, kid, look closely!"

He pointed at Mu Sen, who was stripped down to his undergarments on the ground, then pointed at the handful of treasures in his hand, shouting at Li Mo:

"I'll tell you one last time, listen up!"

"Back in the Emperors Tomb, I didn't steal your things, and I certainly didn't strip your clothes! That was a damn misunderstanding!"

He continued with a tone of undisguised mockery and delight:

"See that? This is what being stripped bare looks like! Now, you should believe me, right?

Just for this trivial matter, you chased me for tens of thousands of miles and even invited a Saint King to his death. Don't you think you're incredibly stupid? Huh?!"

Li Mo trembled at his roar, but the resentment and bitterness of being repeatedly humiliated suddenly broke through his reason, and he shouted:

"Then you tell me! When I woke up back then, why were you lying on top of me?! And your hand was even—!"

"Shut up!!"

Shi Wanshan's expression changed abruptly, his roar like a thunderclap, instantly cutting off Li Mo's words!

He lunged forward and, under the shocked gazes of everyone, used his large hand—still stained with the Grey-Robed Saint King's blood—to firmly cover Li Mo's mouth!

"Mmph! Mmph mmph!!!"

Li Mo was smothered until his eyes rolled back, and the rest of his words turned into muffled whimpers.

At this moment, the entire scene fell into a strange silence for a second.

Every gaze shifted simultaneously from Li Mo to Shi Wanshan.

Those eyes were filled with inquiry, suspicion, realization, and a blazing fire of gossip.

Even the habitually cold Ye Guying glanced over slightly.

"In his arms?"

"What about his hand?"

"Senior Brother Shi, what's the situation here?"

In the crowd, someone whispered, which immediately acted like a lit fuse.

"Oh—!!!"

A long-drawn-out, realization-filled cheer erupted from the crowd.

Shi Wanshan, who was usually fearless and had a Face as thick as a city wall, now saw his old Face turn bright red at a visible speed under dozens of knowing gazes, even his neck flushed!

He suddenly let go of Li Mo and even wiped his hand on his clothes in disgust.

"What are you looking at! What are you all looking at!"

Shi Wanshan flared up in embarrassment, glaring at those around him with eyes as large as copper bells, but his voice lacked the confidence he had just now.

"The Formations in that Emperors Tomb were wicked, full of illusions. I... I was also hit! When I woke up, it was like that. Who knows what happened!"

He eventually didn't mention that he had also been stripped bare—too embarrassing!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He kicked a nearby rock to pieces and pointed at the two on the ground, forcibly changing the subject, his voice rising again.

"In short! I was framed! Whoever mentions it again, I'll have a bone to pick with them!"

He glared around menacingly; meeting his murderous gaze, everyone gave him Face by holding back their laughter and nodding, but the mockery in their eyes couldn't be hidden.

Seeing this, Shi Wanshan wailed in his heart: It's over! My lifelong reputation is completely ruined today by these two unlucky bastards!

His thoughts raced; he knew that threats alone wouldn't stop the gossip, he had to pay a price!

His gaze swept over the pile of treasures stripped from the Grey-Robed Saint King, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Ahem!" He coughed heavily, forcing a heroic and nonchalant appearance.

Pointing at the pile of treasures, he waved his hand and boomed, attempting to drown out the previous embarrassment with more noise:

"I'm happy today! All these things count as spoils of war!"

As he spoke, he nudged the pile of treasures with his foot, specifically kicking several top-tier Storage Rings.

Gritting his teeth, he roared in a tone that suggested he was doing them a favor:

"Share and share alike! We'll split it equally! Once you take the stuff, bury that trivial matter in your stomachs! If anyone dares to gossip outside..."

He clenched his fists, which were as large as clay pots, the joints popping—the threat was self-evident.

"Good!"

"Senior Brother Shi is righteous!"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, our lips are sealed!"

"What happened just now? Oh, we were just sparring!"

The crowd instantly erupted in cheers ten times more enthusiastic and a hundred times more sincere than before!

Gossip and embarrassment were nothing but floating clouds in the Face of actual Saint King-level treasures!

Just as the joy of the harvest reached its peak, the Feiyun Peak Master Ji Yanqiu spoke with a smile, his voice clearly rising above the crowd's cheers:

"Senior Brother Shi is righteous, and Senior Brother Li is benevolent; you are both role models for our generation. However..."

He changed the subject, his gaze returning to the pair in the center who had just experienced the double blow of being saved and losing their wealth, his Face wearing an expression of "I'm thinking entirely of you."

He proposed sincerely: "The two Fellow Daoists have suffered. We are many; swarming you would indeed be a bit unsporting.

Fellow Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, I think we should do this: let's take turns, ten people in a group, one group at a time.

This way, everyone can stretch their limbs, and it also gives these two guests a chance to catch their breath and show off their skills!"

The second makeup chapter is finally finished; paying off the debt really makes me feel relieved!

Next, I will temporarily resume the normal update frequency of three chapters a day. I'll think carefully about the subsequent plot!

If you have any good ideas, feel free to leave a message or discuss them in the group. I will read them all seriously!

Thank you all for your enthusiasm and support!