Old Train had rescued Sun Tiecheng. Sun Tiecheng wouldn't be able to recover anytime soon, so he rested to one side while Old Train dealt with Shan Chengjun alone.
"I say, Old Shan, show some balls and come fight! Stop standing there just watching!" Old Train ran circles around Shan Chengjun. Shan Chengjun kept his eyes fixed on Old Train, never letting him slip out of sight.
After watching Old Train circle a few times, Shan Chengjun suddenly charged straight up to him, hoisting the cart wheel and smashing it forward. Old Train used his Carefree and Unfettered technique to let his upper body take flight, dodging the wheel.
Sun Tiecheng was a bit worried. Old Train was slower than in the old days, whereas Shan Chengjun was much faster than back then.
As Shan Chengjun charged forward again, Old Train used Sever Path to Open a Road, erecting an earthen wall from the ground to block him, then spun around and snatched Shan Chengjun's cart wheel.
Old Train knew quality when he saw it. Looking at the cart wheel, he remarked, "Isn't this the Peddler's cart wheel? How did it end up in your hands?"
With a resounding boom, Shan Chengjun smashed through the earthen wall. The flying grit and dust sliced a cut across Old Train's face. Shan Chengjun stepped right in front of Old Train in a single stride—with speed like this, anyone would believe he was a Travel Cultivator.
Old Train spun around and unleashed Treading Ten Thousand Rivers, landing a solid kick square on Shan Chengjun.
Shan Chengjun staggered back a few paces, loosened up his body, and kept advancing.
"No way. You took a kick that heavy and didn't even make a sound?" Old Train moved to land another kick, but Shan Chengjun gave him no chance, shifting his footing and rapidly closing in.
If they fought at close quarters, Old Train would surely suffer a massive disadvantage. Yet opening up distance wasn't easy either—the moment Old Train moved back, Shan Chengjun turned to go after Sun Tiecheng.
Sun Tiecheng didn't want to get in the way either, trying his best to hide somewhere out of Shan Chengjun's line of sight.
Yet Shan Chengjun didn't need to look. One step forward, and he was locked in fierce combat with Old Train; two steps backward, and his hand clamped straight onto Sun Tiecheng.
Old Train rushed in to wrench Sun Tiecheng free and hurled him aside. Shan Chengjun closed in again, but Old Train was quicker with his hands and grabbed a fistful of Shan Chengjun's hair first.
Shan Chengjun whipped his head, leaving a huge clump of hair in Old Train's grip.
Shan Chengjun touched his scalp, looking somewhat distressed.
"Pull a couple more times and you'll be bald! Save you the trouble of shaving your head later!" Old Train chuckled. Suddenly, the hair in his grip curled violently, twisting and strangling around his hand, nearly severing his fingers.
Old Train shook off the hair, staring at the wound on his hand in utter astonishment.
Shan Chengjun picked up the hair with his left hand, placed it back on top of his head, and with the cotton-fluffing bow in his right hand, resumed battling Old Train.
Old Train rapidly executed his footwork, putting over a hundred paces between them. Shan Chengjun uprooted a tree and hurled it toward Old Train along with dirt, sand, branches, and leaves.
In Martial Cultivation, there really was such a tactic called Following One's Desires. It wasn't a formal technique, but a combat style, also known as "using whatever you pick up." He Yuxiu was exceptionally skilled at it.
At present, Shan Chengjun possessed almost no capacity for thought, making this rustic tactic well-suited for him.
However, using it against Old Train seemed a bit like child's play.
Using footwork, Old Train easily dodged the dirt and sand, laughing toward Shan Chengjun amidst the dust, "You call this trading moves with me? You're really looking down on your granddaddy!"
As the dust settled slightly, Old Train saw no sign of Shan Chengjun. The figure he had just seen was merely a broken tree stump.
Realizing something was wrong, Old Train hurried to dodge, but Shan Chengjun was one step ahead, striking the back of Old Train's head with the cotton bow.
Bang!
Old Train's body swayed slightly, unharmed, but the strike had forced out his Boundless Traveler technique.
While the technique's duration lasted, Old Train turned around and first kicked Shan Chengjun with Treading Ten Thousand Rivers.
Blood appeared on Shan Chengjun's chest, yet he merely stumbled back several steps, still largely unhurt.
Old Train pressed forward and landed another kick.
Crack!
Shan Chengjun's sternum fractured. His footing faltered and stumbled, but he did not fall.
Old Train delivered a third kick. This time, it wasn't Treading Ten Thousand Rivers; he used Parting by Ten Thousand Li, aiming to send Shan Chengjun flying far away.
Shan Chengjun skidded backward for a distance, then charged forward again—Parting by Ten Thousand Li couldn't push him away!
Whether it pushed him or not, the technique was already spent. Shan Chengjun stepped up, reclaimed the cart wheel, and swung it straight at Old Train's chest.
Old Train couldn't tell directions apart and failed to dodge. The cart wheel struck him squarely, carving several bloody gashes across his chest.
Old Train gritted his teeth in agony. Having soaked in the crucible for so long and only recently emerged, he had not fully recovered; his physical constitution was far worse than Shan Chengjun's.
Pressing his advantage, Shan Chengjun raised the cotton bow and twanged it against Old Train's leg.
Old Train's right leg was injured, slowing his speed even further.
Banfeng Zi dashed off low to the ground. He had to report to Li Banfeng immediately. Even if it offended both of these elder brothers, Li Banfeng had to step in now.
Old Train showed more and more openings, his body accumulating more and more wounds.
Seeing Shan Chengjun press close, Old Train stomped a stone deep into the dirt with one foot. Shan Chengjun kept pursuing, while Old Train retreated. Backing up a hundred paces, Old Train stomped another stone into the earth.
Shan Chengjun threw a punch at Old Train, his fist grazing past his cheek and missing.
Hundred Steps Traversal was established!
Lacking adaptability, Shan Chengjun chased Old Train and struck relentlessly along the line, while Old Train maneuvered around him within those hundred paces.
When Hundred Steps Traversal expired, Old Train pulled back, and Shan Chengjun repeated his earlier trick, immediately turning toward Sun Tiecheng.
Sun Tiecheng touched the flesh on his body and murmured under his breath, "Fake or real, it doesn't matter. I'll just wear it like a suit of clothes."
He deceived himself.
With twenty to thirty percent of his mobility restored, Sun Tiecheng moved to engage Shan Chengjun, but Old Train shoved him away. "What are you still fighting for? Go back and guard the City of Fools!"
Sun Tiecheng glanced at Old Train. "You leave. The City of Fools' affairs are none of your concern."
He gathered a bundle of firewood sticks from the ground and set up a formation.
Fool cultivator formations were indeed formidable, but Old Train felt that Fool cultivation tricks would be useless against the Shan Chengjun before them.
Sun Tiecheng arranged the Bewildering Floral Maze among the overgrown weeds. When Old Train glanced over, the man had already vanished.
The formation was complete. Sun Tiecheng crouched inside, waiting to ambush Shan Chengjun.
By some unknown means, Shan Chengjun sensed Sun Tiecheng's presence. First, he threw the cotton bow to ward off Old Train, then spun around to the overgrown weeds, dragged Sun Tiecheng straight out, and slammed him into the ground with a resounding crash.
A crater was gouged into the earth, where Sun Tiecheng lay sprawled.
Just as Shan Chengjun brought his foot down, Old Train moved first, scooping Sun Tiecheng out of the crater and tossing him to the side.
This time, Sun Tiecheng was completely incapacitated. Shan Chengjun charged in, intent on sending Sun Tiecheng on his way, and Old Train activated Bent on One's Own Way, throwing himself forward in a desperate clash.
Bang!
Old Train took a blow from the cart wheel; Shan Chengjun took a kick.
Old Train collapsed to the ground, while Shan Chengjun remained firmly on his feet.
Sun Tiecheng gritted his teeth. He knew Old Train couldn't hold out any longer.
"Run, you old piece of garbage!" Sun Tiecheng shouted. "If you weren't in my way, I'd have finished him off long ago!"
Old Train scrambled up. He didn't run, only beckoning to Shan Chengjun. "Come at me!"
Shan Chengjun charged, and Old Train lunged forward as well.
Just as the two were about to clash head-on again, a swarm of dark shadows grabbed Shan Chengjun from behind.
Compared to Shan Chengjun, none of the dark shadows possessed overwhelming strength, but they were too numerous to shake off. Unable to break free, Old Train whipped his right arm frantically, his whole limb from shoulder to fingertips spinning into a locomotive wheel that hammered solidly into Shan Chengjun's chest.
Thud!
This time, Shan Chengjun couldn't endure it. Covered in dark shadows, he finally crashed to the ground.
"Chop him up!" Li Banfeng roared an order. Leading the swarm of shadows, they grabbed weapons and began hacking away at Shan Chengjun.
Banfeng C slashed at his neck, Banfeng E chopped at his hands, Banfeng Yin gouged for his eyes, and Banfeng Chou drove a chisel into his skull. In the blink of an eye, Shan Chengjun was battered into a bloody mess.
Banfeng Yin gouged out one of Shan Chengjun's eyeballs and was about to crush it right in front of his face when the eyeball suddenly slipped from his grasp, slamming into Li Banfeng's eye with a pop.
Blood streamed from Li Banfeng's eye, while Shan Chengjun's eyeball ricocheted back and dropped precisely into its socket.
"You can fight like that?" Li Banfeng clutched his eye, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
Flailing with all four limbs, punching and kicking simultaneously, Shan Chengjun sent Li Banfeng and a swarm of shadows flying.
Li Banfeng didn't fly far. He rushed back with the pack of shadows to pin Shan Chengjun down again. As Shan Chengjun continued to struggle, Li Banfeng deployed a Mad Cultivator technique: Torn Apart by Five Horses.
The technique was applied with vicious force. Old Train had already cracked Shan Chengjun's sternum, and Li Banfeng seized upon that fracture, tearing outward toward both sides.
Blood gushed as Shan Chengjun's chest tore open, the fissure clearly exposing his internal organs.
The shadows pulled with all their might along with the technique's power, yet Shan Chengjun's wound refused to widen any further.
"Haven't any of you eaten today? Put some muscle into it!"
The wound on Shan Chengjun's chest widened slightly, when a slithering snake suddenly leaped out and coiled tightly around Li Banfeng's neck.
Why would there be a snake inside his body?
Wait—that wasn't a snake, it was an intestine!
Why would intestines come out from his chest?
Can Shan Chengjun's intestines fight too?
Li Banfeng and Banfeng Yin ripped the intestine apart together, and the glove seized the opportunity to stash it away.
"Master, if he's got the guts, let him spit out his heart too! Whatever comes out, I'll take it!"
Shan Chengjun tried to get up. Li Banfeng used Regretting Meeting So Late, forcing Shan Chengjun to grapple with him.
To his surprise, Shan Chengjun was immune to Mad Cultivator techniques. Tearing one arm free, he swung the cart wheel and sheared a wide swath of shadows in two.
The iron wheel chopped into Li Banfeng. In his urgency, Li Banfeng couldn't trigger Boundless Traveler, so he braced against the blow with Benevolent Dwelling Heart.
Benevolent Dwelling Heart was far inferior to Boundless Traveler; the wheel struck his ribs, tearing open a gash along his flank.
The Tang dao spotted an opening. "Master, can your intestines fight? If they can, I'll pull them out!"
Shan Chengjun attacked again with the cotton bow. Li Banfeng parried first with the Tang dao, but after the block, the Tang dao went limp. Shan Chengjun struck once more; Li Banfeng swapped places with Banfeng E, who took the blow and went limp as well.
While Li Banfeng fought desperately, Old Train spotted an opening, clasped his palms, and wrenched them apart. "Open for me!"
Still aiming at Shan Chengjun's chest, he sought to tear Shan Chengjun completely apart using Sever Path to Open a Road.
Shan Chengjun contorted his body, finding a seam within the technique, and slipped out.
"Where do you think you're going!" Old Train raised both hands. Earthen waves surged across the ground, enclosing Shan Chengjun in rings of earthen walls.
Shan Chengjun smashed through one wall, and Old Train threw up another.
The other shadows seized the chance to charge in and continue hacking at Shan Chengjun. Unexpectedly, Shan Chengjun had adapted; bending and contorting from head to toe, he folded himself back and forth until he scarcely resembled a human, leaving the shadows with no angle of attack.
Growing impatient, Banfeng C lunged forward to seize Shan Chengjun by force.
Shan Chengjun's body snapped open like a released spring; beneath that ferocious force, the earthen walls shattered, and flying gravel and rock ripped both Banfeng C and Banfeng D to shreds.
They couldn't match Shan Chengjun in pure physical prowess; fighting this way was too disadvantageous.
Li Banfeng unleashed a Mad Cultivator technique, trying once more to force Shan Chengjun back into a grapple, but several attempts failed.
Why didn't Mad Cultivator techniques work on Shan Chengjun?
Banfeng Zi murmured in his ear, "His move is called Severing Mind and Extinguishing Thoughts. He's lost all sanity. Fool cultivation doesn't work, and Mad cultivation probably won't either."
Even as he spoke, Shan Chengjun fought with growing ferocity. The cart wheel in his left hand spun and halted unpredictably, shifting through endless variations, while the cotton bow in his right twanged rhythmically without slackening its onslaught, scattering the surrounding shadows to pieces.
"Didn't you say he lost his sanity? Why are his tricks multiplying the longer he fights?"
Banfeng Zi couldn't make sense of it either; he wanted to launch a sneak attack, but found no opening.
Banfeng Two had been hiding in the distance, remaining unscathed. Seeing the situation clearly, he handed the explosives from his bosom to Li Banfeng. "If he won't go mad, we will!"
Clutching the explosives, Li Banfeng activated Mad Overbearance. As Shan Chengjun strode toward Sun Tiecheng, Li Banfeng hurled the explosives right at Shan Chengjun's feet.
Boom!
Even from over five meters away, Li Banfeng didn't miss. Two jin of explosives detonated beneath Shan Chengjun's feet, shaking the surrounding ground.
Dust billowed everywhere. Li Banfeng steadied himself and was about to charge in when he realized Shan Chengjun's figure had vanished.
Where did he go?
"He ran. Old Xu told me before that Severing Mind and Extinguishing Thoughts has a failsafe. Once Shan Chengjun suffers a certain degree of injury, he triggers an escape method." Old Train sat on the ground, clutching the wounds on his chest as he panted heavily.
Sun Tiecheng lay on the ground, still unable to stand.
Both men looked at Li Banfeng and said in unison, "Didn't we tell you not to come?"
Wounded by the cart wheel, Li Banfeng could barely catch his breath from the pain. "Who wanted to come? Shan Chengjun brought the fight to Zhengjing Village—could I just stand by and watch?"
That was unassailable logic. Zhengjing Village was Li Qi's territory.
Old Train and Sun Tiecheng kept staring at Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng waved his hand dismissively. "Go ahead and keep fighting, fight however you want! You think I actually want to babysit you two?"
With that, Li Banfeng turned and walked away.
The other shadows regrew complete bodies and followed along. Seeing Li Banfeng stagger, Banfeng Two moved to support him, but Li Banfeng shoved him aside.
Shan Chengjun's strikes were truly vicious.
Li Banfeng could barely remain on his feet. Still, he wouldn't let anyone support him. So long as he could walk, whatever needed handling could wait until he was back in the companion dwelling.
Once he reached a distance, Li Banfeng took out the key to return home. The moment he stepped inside, he collapsed onto the floor.
The gramophone was startled. "Husband, who hurt you?"
Li Banfeng gritted his teeth. "That bastard Shan Chengjun!"
Hong Ying gasped. "You ran into him? Why didn't you call us out! Where is he? I'll kill him right now!"
Li Banfeng waved his hand. "He fled. Don't know how."
Ache in her heart, Zhao Xiaowan hurried to tend to Li Banfeng's injuries.
Lying in bed, Li Banfeng faintly heard a sigh in his ear: "I told you not to save him, yet you insisted, nearly stirring up a catastrophe."
This was the companion dwelling speaking, audible only to Li Banfeng.
Old master, that's hardly fair, is it? You can't blame Old Train for this; Shan Chengjun came knocking on his own.
Li Banfeng only said this in his heart, so the old master couldn't hear it either.
Yet Shan Chengjun's combat prowess had genuinely startled Li Banfeng.
"Martial Cultivators have techniques now."
The lady was surprised. "What kind of technique?"
"Severing Mind and Extinguishing Thoughts. At first, he's like a living corpse with hardly any sanity, but the longer the fight goes, the more masterful his martial skills become."
"No sanity?" The gramophone puffed steam, turning its horn toward Hong Ying. "Someone without sanity really is hard to deal with."
Old Train sat on the ground, muttering softly, "What Old Seven used earlier didn't look like a Shadow Cultivator technique. The shadows of Shadow Cultivation aren't used that way."
Sun Tiecheng was still lying among the weeds. Glancing at Old Train, he yelled, "How is it not a Shadow Cultivator technique? All Shadow Cultivators use them like that—what's different? You're old and your vision's gone blurry; you can't see anything clearly anymore."
Old Train ignored Sun Tiecheng, still brooding over the techniques. He felt the fissures on Shan Chengjun's body had appeared strangely as well. "I'm very familiar with Shadow Cultivators. They really don't fight like that!" Old Train couldn't wrap his head around it.
Fearing they wouldn't be able to drop the subject, Sun Tiecheng shouted again, "Eighteen Wheels, you not dead yet? If you're not dead, it's our turn to fight."
Old Train looked back at Sun Tiecheng. "You're in this state and you still want to fight? I didn't come looking for you to brawl. I came to clear the air about the past. That matter shouldn't have been left for the Peddler to shoulder alone."
Sun Tiecheng tried to sit up, failing twice. "I know full well who should have shouldered it, and your share certainly won't be lacking. From the looks of it, you didn't give it your all just now, did you?"
Old Train chuckled contemptuously. "What kind of big deal was that to be worth my full effort?"
"Didn't want to, or couldn't?" Mockery laced Sun Tiecheng's tone. "Is your body incomplete?"
"Bullshit!" Old Train stood up. "Which part of me looks incomplete to you?"
Sun Tiecheng countered, "I didn't see you use a single artisan cultivator trick earlier. If you could even manage one or two moves, it wouldn't have looked so pathetic."
"You think you didn't look pathetic?" Old Train walked up to Sun Tiecheng. "I can still stand. Why don't you stand up and show me?"
Sun Tiecheng shook his head. "No need to stand. I can kill you just as well lying down. Go ahead, make your move—let's see who dies first!"
Old Train sat back down on the ground. "Did you hear what I just said? There was a witness back then—your Little Yu—"
"Don't bring up Little Yu!" Sun Tiecheng flared up. "Hooking our A'yi wasn't enough, now you're eyeing Little Yu too?"
"Who seduced your A'yi?"
"If you didn't seduce her, would she be dreaming day in and day out of marrying an old wreck like you?"
Old Train scoffed, "That girl just doesn't know any better! How old is she anyway? Even as a granddaughter, she'd be too young for my liking!"
Sun Tiecheng flew into a rage. "Bullshit! Who'd be your granddaughter!"
As their quarrel grew fiercer, the sound of suona horns suddenly drifted from the distance.
A'yi parted the curtain of the sedan chair. "Right here! The explosion just now was right here!"
At the sound, Old Train's face drained of color, and he bolted.
Sun Tiecheng yelled, "Don't leave yet! Take me with you—!"
Old Train had already vanished without a trace.
Sun Tiecheng hadn't seen A'yi in many years, and now that they met, he didn't know what to say.
Before long, A'yi strolled over. Not the least bit awkward, she squatted beside Sun Tiecheng and looked at him, as though casually stopping a passerby on the street to ask, "Seen my wife?"
Sun Tiecheng rolled his eyes around. "Ran east."
"East?" A'yi looked toward the east, then turned back to Sun Tiecheng. "Then what are you lying here for?"
Sun Tiecheng said, "I'm lying here resting a bit."
"Rest well then!" A'yi climbed back into the bridal sedan chair, continuing her chase after Old Train accompanied by horns and drums.
Watching A'yi head off into the distance, Sun Tiecheng breathed a sigh of relief.
A moment later, A'yi came back and patted Sun Tiecheng's cheek. "You got beaten up, didn't you? Can't move?"
"No, I'm fine." Sun Tiecheng turned his face away.
A'yi circled Sun Tiecheng once, then crouched before him again. "How about this? You become sworn siblings with me—I'll be the older sister, you be the younger brother, and I'll take you back to the City of Fools!"
"How impudent!" Sun Tiecheng fumed. "Make me the younger brother?!"
A'yi quickly changed her tune. "Or you can be the big brother!"
"I'm not being the big brother either!"
A'yi sighed. "Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, I won't bother with you!"
Even after she had gone far, Sun Tiecheng still couldn't move.
Banfeng Zi emerged from the shadows and hoisted Sun Tiecheng onto his back. "Brother, I'll take you back to the city."
From his physique, it was recognizable as Li Qi's shadow.
On the way back to the city, Sun Tiecheng whispered, "That really wasn't a Shadow Cultivator technique. It looked more like a Dwelling Cultivator technique."
Banfeng Zi said, "Brother, don't joke. Dwelling and Travel cannot be cultivated simultaneously."
"That's the truth of it—they can't be cultivated simultaneously!" Sun Tiecheng repeated several times, specifically reminding Banfeng Zi, "Be sure to remind Old Seven: no matter who asks, even if they hold a blade to his neck, it's a Shadow Cultivator technique!"
Banfeng Zi nodded repeatedly. "I'll do as Senior Brother says—it's definitely a Shadow Cultivator technique!"
Back in the city, Sun Tiecheng had to scramble to set up defenses. "Ah Gui, bring out all the weapons. Shan Chengjun might still slip in."
Gui Jianchou properly arranged the ghost servants, then assigned two healer cultivator deceased spirits to treat Sun Tiecheng's injuries.
Seeing Sun Tiecheng show slight improvement, Gui Jianchou said, "How about I go out and fight it out with Shan Chengjun?"
Sun Tiecheng laughed. "Aren't you afraid to die?"
"Who isn't afraid to die?" Gui Jianchou shook his head repeatedly. "Risking this life of mine will count as avenging you, and our grudges from back then will be wiped clean."
Sun Tiecheng said, "If you're afraid of dying, you can leave. Getting revenge isn't your job."
Covered in injuries and clutching the cart wheel, Shan Chengjun was resting in a cave on Blood Tooth Mountain.
The Blood Tooth Monster brought wound medicine and carefully wiped Shan Chengjun down. "My lord, how did you get hurt like this?"
"Yeah, how did I get hurt like this? Did all three of them gang up on me?" Shan Chengjun couldn't figure it out either.
The Blood Tooth Monster asked, "Which three?"
Shan Chengjun said, "I went looking for Sun Tiecheng, so taking a beating from him makes sense. But how did Old Train get out? Why would he join forces with Sun Tiecheng? Did he come for the red lotus too? And that Li Qi, he was there as well. What level has his cultivation reached—" Shan Chengjun tried to recall the battle earlier, but could remember nothing.
"If you can't remember, don't dwell on it. My lord, rest a while first." Looking at the wounds on Shan Chengjun's body, the Blood Tooth Monster felt even more heartache.
She didn't dare press too hard while applying the medicine, yet a sudden jolt of sharp pain interrupted Shan Chengjun's train of thought. His vision was poor; he felt as though one eye couldn't see things clearly. Touching the jagged edges of his wounds, he truly couldn't fathom what sort of weapon his opponents had used. It didn't feel like blade cuts, but rather like it had been ripped apart.
"My lord, this Severing Mind and Extinguishing Thoughts technique... perhaps you shouldn't use it anymore in the future!"
Shan Chengjun shook his head repeatedly. "Indeed, it can't be used lightly again. It takes too terrible a toll!"
After resting a moment, Shan Chengjun thought of the red lotus again. "The City of Fools ought to be right around there. Could I talk things over with Sun Tiecheng again? I recall explaining reason to him clearly, so there shouldn't be any enmity left."
The Blood Tooth Monster was taken aback. "Talking things over wiped out the enmity?"
Shan Chengjun saw nothing wrong with his logic. "I feel like everything's been laid out in the open!"
The Blood Tooth Monster thought about it and said, "Then will my lord talk things over with the Peddler as well?"
"There's no talking with him," Shan Chengjun shook his head vigorously. "Now that you mention the Peddler, I think I'd better hold off on looking for the red lotus. If this blows up, it really might draw him here."
The Blood Tooth Monster gave a coquettish chide. "My lord, with me around, why do you still need some red lotus? Once my cultivation progresses further, what fine elixir couldn't I refine? This pill heals injuries; take it first, my lord."
The Blood Tooth Monster took a medicinal pill into her mouth and fed it to Shan Chengjun. Tasting the flavor, Shan Chengjun felt the medicinal properties were quite good, so he swallowed it down.
After a brief wait, Shan Chengjun rubbed his belly, sensing something was off. "That pill you just fed me... it wasn't poisoned, was it?"
The Blood Tooth Monster replied, "Every pill carries a bit of medicinal toxicity. After taking this one, your intestines might cramp a little."
"Intestines cramping..." Shan Chengjun earnestly pondered a question. "My intestines seem to be missing..."
PS: Shan Chengjun's intestines could probably refine into a fine elixir.
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