The Guilty Shi Wanshan

Gu Changge looked at Xuanyangzi and the several patriarchs with varying expressions in front of him. Sweeping his divine sense, he saw that the First Patriarch was quietly following Xiao Ruobai and the others to secretly protect them, while the Third Patriarch was already squatting outside the mountain gate of the Glazed Sacred Land, counting the passing disciples and preparing to "bully" the juniors.

He smiled inwardly. His fingertips flicked twice imperceptibly, and two chaotic marks containing supreme Dao principles broke through the void, silently sinking into the depths of the two patriarchs' life souls. Even in the Saint King Realm, they noticed absolutely nothing.

"Never mind," Gu Changge withdrew his divine sense and smiled calmly at Xuanyangzi.

"Since the two patriarchs are in high spirits, let them go and play, as long as they don't go out of line."

He especially hid an extra wisp of lingering power in the Third Patriarch's mark. The waters of the Glazed Sacred Land were deep, and he had to prevent that old child from playing too far out of bounds.

...

After leaving that fierce battlefield, Xiao Ruobai and the others found a hidden cave to rest and reorganize.

Inside the cave, the campfire crackled, reflecting the different expressions on the faces of the four people.

Xiao Ruobai circulated his cultivation technique, completely dispelling the stubborn wisp of death aura on his arm. He raised his eyes to look at Fatty Wang, who was slumped opposite him with a look of surviving a disaster, and frowned slightly.

"Tell us, what happened? Didn't I tell you to scout for information on the periphery and keep a low profile? How did you provoke the Glazed Sacred Land again and get chased so miserably?"

Hearing this, Fatty Wang's chubby face instantly collapsed. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, his voice carrying a crying tone: "Big brother! I'm wronged! It really wasn't my fault this time! Your Lord Fatty was very honest this time!"

He suddenly sat up straight, his small eyes glaring round, and began to gesture wildly with his hands and feet.

"I was just watching the fun outside that valley. The Myriad Arts Pavilion and the Haoran Sect were fighting fiercely, just to snatch that newly emerged top-grade Earth-rank spirit vein! How cautious is Your Lord Fatty? I just hid far away and never thought of getting involved!"

"But later... later the Myriad Arts Pavilion seemed to have won and was using a magical treasure to collect that spirit vein! I have sharp eyes, and I saw that at the root of that spirit vein, there seemed... there seemed to be a small puddle of Earth Vein Spirit Milk being nurtured!

"That's good stuff! Your Lord Fatty couldn't hold back for a moment... I just thought I'd sneak over and scoop up a tiny, tiny little bit... just a little bit! After scooping it up, I'd immediately use an escape talisman to run away!"

Speaking of this, Fatty Wang's face showed an expression interwoven with extreme lingering fear and heartache, and his voice even sharpened a few pitches: "Who the hell could have thought! Just at the critical moment when I had just taken out my jade shovel and hadn't even touched the edge!

"Suddenly! Without any warning! A slap bigger than a stone pier, coming from who knows where, carrying an indescribable massive force, slammed down with a boom!"

He exaggeratedly covered his head, as if he felt that terrifying impact again: "Those protective magical treasures of mine, what Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor, Black Turtle Shell Talismans, were like paper mache, shattering completely with a 'crack'!

"Your Lord Fatty didn't even groan. My eyes just went black, and I didn't know anything anymore!"

"When I woke up..."

Fatty Wang pulled a long face, wanting to cry but having no tears, "I found myself buried deep underground, unable to move! The bones all over my body felt like they had fallen apart! And that wasn't even the worst part..."

He said full of indignation: "All my belongings were gone! The high-tier talismans I carried in my pocket were gone! Even the pair of Gale Boots on my feet, which I bought at a high price to increase my running speed, were stripped away!

"My entire body was looted cleaner than my face! They just left me with a set of torn clothes! Which god-damned black-hearted thief was it! Their hands were too ruthless! They were simply more professional than Your Lord Fatty!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu's eyes flickered slightly. They looked at each other and both saw a trace of surprise and understanding in the other's eyes.

To be able to knock out and loot a slippery fellow like Fatty Wang so cleanly and efficiently, the other party's strength was definitely far beyond imagination, and this style of doing things...

Ling Xi's cold eyes also swept over Fatty Wang, seemingly thinking of something.

"And then?" Xiao Ruobai continued to ask.

"And then I struggled desperately. I finally managed to drill out of the dirt, but as soon as I popped my head out, I bumped right into those murderous thugs from the Glazed Sacred Land!"

Fatty Wang had a look of bad luck on his face. "Those guys had noses like dogs. I don't know how they found that place! As soon as they saw me crawl out of the ground, they attacked without saying a word!

"Your Lord Fatty almost really died there! Fortunately... fortunately I was smart and had enough stock..."

When he said this, a trace of pride in surviving a disaster appeared on his face. He lowered his voice and showed off: "Walking the martial world, how could Your Lord Fatty not have a backup plan?

"I had long ago used a special method to sew an interspatial ring into the lining of the underpants I wear close to my body!

"Heh, no matter how cleanly that black-hearted thief looted, they never thought Your Lord Fatty still had this trick! That's how I managed to save a bit of my old capital!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched the only remaining interspatial ring in his arms, his heart still fluttering with fear, but also carrying a little bit of rejoicing.

...

Outside the cave, deep in the shadows, Shi Wanshan, who had completely merged with the rocks and retracted his aura to the extreme, heard the conversation of the few people inside the cave word for word.

When Fatty Wang tearfully accused that "god-damned black-hearted thief", especially when he heard the phrase "more professional than me", Shi Wanshan's weather-beaten, rugged old face couldn't help but twitch, and a trace of extremely hard-to-detect dark red flushed under his bronze skin.

He subconsciously used his divine sense to probe the pile of spoils that had just been stored in his interspatial magical treasure, his mouth twitching unnaturally, feeling a bit sheepish inside.

"This kid howls really terribly... I just casually grabbed a fortune. Who told you to sneak up there so suspiciously? Who could have thought you couldn't even take a single slap..."

Upon hearing that Fatty Wang actually hid an interspatial ring in the lining of his underpants, Shi Wanshan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"What? There's another one? Hidden there?"

In his astonishment, his old face twitched again, and he cursed inwardly, both annoyed and amused: "Good for you, you fat kid! You can even hide things in such a place, you are a fucking genius! You hid it really tightly! I guess I was careless this time, a miscalculation, a miscalculation!"

A sense of frustration of not doing a clean job welled up in his heart. He subconsciously rubbed his thick finger joints and thought to himself: "It seems that in the future when I strip people, I have to pay more attention...

"Ew, forget it, so disgusting!!!"

Shi Wanshan couldn't help but think of the scene of stripping an enemy's underpants in his mind, and suddenly felt a burst of severe chills.

However, hearing Fatty Wang later say that the Glazed Sacred Land appeared immediately, his brows furrowed again, and a trace of rejoicing and lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

"Fortunately, I casually buried this fat kid a bit deeper at that time, and even set up a layer of restriction to cover his aura. Otherwise, if the people of the Glazed Sacred Land dug him out on the spot, I wouldn't have been able to run away even if I wanted to..."

But listening to Fatty Wang's grief-stricken and indignant accusations in the cave, Shi Wanshan still felt his cheeks flush a bit, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "This kid, what is he howling about! Didn't I kindly leave you a life-saving cloak and jade pendant later?

"Although... well, they were things I looked down upon... but it's still better than nothing, right!?"

He shook his large head, deciding not to listen to the fatty's sob story any longer. His figure silently melted back into the deeper darkness, but no matter how one looked at his retreating silhouette, it somehow exuded an inexplicable sense of... guilt and awkwardness.