Old Jin was frantically preparing the antidote, while the others, seeing Hu Chai unconscious, were filled with anger.
Long Feicheng stepped forward and shouted, "Everyone, make way! I've had enough of Hu Chai!"
No one moved. Long Feicheng felt a bit awkward. He walked to Hu Chai's side and whispered to Yan Shouyi, "Brother Yan, are you sure Hu Chai won't wake up suddenly?"
"No, don't worry," Yan Shouyi replied affirmatively.
Hu Chai was merely an ancient physician of the Han Shang Sect, specializing in poisoning. His own strength wasn't high. Being hit hard on the temple by Xu Shengnan, it was a miracle he was alive, let alone waking up in a short period.
Receiving the answer, Long Feicheng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately became bolder.
He straddled Hu Chai, slapped him twice, and cursed, "You damn dog Hu Chai! What's so fun about playing with poison? Do you think you're Ouyang Feng of the Western Poison? I'll slap you to death!"
Another few slaps landed, and Hu Chai's face was already swollen.
Long Feicheng felt relieved, then seemed to remember something, a lewd smile appearing on his face. "Coincidentally, I also like releasing poison. Today, I'll let you experience my might!"
He squatted over Hu Chai's face and gave a forceful fart. The sound was deafening, and the gust of air directly ruffled Hu Chai's hair.
Even in his unconscious state, Hu Chai's face showed extreme pain.
Chang Shan, with a stern face, tried his best to suppress his laughter, fearing that doing so would negate ten years of good karma.
"Hmph, this time consider it a lesson. If you do something bad again, I won't let you off!"
Long Feicheng stood up, satisfied, and retreated.
The most commendable thing about Long Feicheng was that although he loved to show off, he always did it in moderation and never put himself in danger. His life was paramount.
He was afraid that one fart might wake Hu Chai, so he stopped in time.
Only then did Yan Shouyi notice the six disciples of the Maoshan Sect hiding in the corner.
Ever since Xu Shengnan killed one of the Maoshan disciples, the remaining ones had remained silent, either stunned by fear or for some other reason.
"You guys, are you okay?" Yan Shouyi asked.
The six disciples dared not respond to Yan Shouyi, huddled in the corner, trembling.
Yan Shouyi sighed, "I've already knocked Hu Chai out. Do you still think I'm in league with him? Besides, who was desperately saving your Senior Brother Han San just now?"
The Maoshan disciples had likely suffered greatly in the past few days, perhaps even losing their ability to judge. They were afraid to believe that Yan Shouyi was a good person.
However, seeing the unconscious Hu Chai and recalling his words before passing out, they slowly began to believe that Yan Shouyi seemed to be on their side, the Maoshan Sect.
A Maoshan disciple said weakly, "Chairman Yan, you really won't kill us?"
"I suddenly understand why you were captured," Yan Shouyi sighed.
Six of them... no, seven people couldn't even muster one functional brain. How could they not be toyed with by Hu Chai and the others?
He could only patiently explain, "I didn't know Hu Chai well before, so I could only go along with his act. Now that the act is over, I won't pretend anymore. Han San is my good brother, how could I harm him? Moreover, Maoshan and our Folk Customs Research Society are not enemies. What benefit would I get from killing you?"
The Maoshan disciples gradually believed Yan Shouyi and began to lower their guard, moving closer to Han San.
Seeing Han San's pained expression, the Maoshan disciples felt immense guilt. In fact, if it weren't for them, Senior Brother Han San wouldn't have been captured. As for what exactly happened, they didn't want to mention it anymore; it was their fault that they had harmed their Senior Brother Han San.
Not long after, Old Jin came out with the antidote. Everyone quickly administered it to Han San. To their surprise, Han San's expression became even more painful.
The Maoshan disciples panicked and quickly questioned, "Didn't you say you were going to save Senior Brother Han San? How come after taking the antidote, he's not only not better but even more in pain?!"
Old Jin had a good temper with Yan Shouyi and the others, but that didn't extend to others.
Being questioned with such an attitude by the Maoshan disciples, Old Jin didn't say a word. He directly kicked the loquacious disciple down, then coldly explained, "The Seven Absolute Poisons. With each poison unraveled, the pain increases. Now Han San has to endure the final piercing heart pain. If he can withstand it, he will be completely detoxified... Damn it, you guys weren't listening at all when I was explaining! How dare you be Han San's juniors?! You've disgraced the reputation of Maoshan!"
During the rescue of Han San, the six Maoshan disciples contributed nothing. Now they were questioning Old Jin. How could Old Jin not be angry?
Since Old Jin played the bad cop, Yan Shouyi naturally played the good cop. He squatted beside Han San and said, "The shame you lost has been picked up by Han San. He endured so much pain today, I have to admire him. Han Gou Wang, you are a true man!"
Feverish, skull-splitting, bone-crushing, tongue-tearing, eye-piercing, limb-severing, heart-piercing.
Seven types of pain, each capable of killing a person.
Yet Han San endured all seven simultaneously, holding on for so long.
To be honest, before this, Yan Shouyi never thought Han San could endure it.
If he could be appointed as the successor of Maoshan, it seemed he truly had some extraordinary qualities.
The Maoshan disciples were ashamed and finally realized their shortcomings. They quickly apologized to Old Jin and the others.
Old Jin waved his hand, indicating he didn't care at all.
As an ancient physician of the Qihuang Sect, he had proven his worth this time and defeated Hu Chai of the Han Shang Sect. This reignited the fire within Old Jin.
The ancient physicians of the Qihuang Sect should no longer hide. It was time to re-emerge and restore their reputation!!!
Han San endured the pain, his forehead covered in sweat, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
This state lasted for five minutes, and finally, all the pain disappeared simultaneously.
At that moment, Han San exhaled a breath of turbid air, then opened his bloodshot eyes.
The sunset was slightly harsh, but it was exceptionally warm. Han San felt as if he had gone to hell and experienced all the attractions of the eighteen levels of hell, even playing landlord a few times with the King of Hell.
Seeing Han San recover, everyone rushed forward.
Old Jin was the first to ask, "Han San, do you feel unwell anywhere else? If you do, remember to say it. I need to confirm if the Seven Absolute Poisons have been completely resolved."
Han San smiled weakly and shook his head, indicating he was alright.
Only then did Old Jin relax.
Then Han San looked at Yan Shouyi, his voice hoarse, "You promised two cousins... Don't lie to me... otherwise... I'll fight you to the death..."
"Cousins? What cousins?" Yan Shouyi said with a smile. "My maternal grandfather was an only son for three generations. Zi Tong doesn't have any cousins. San'er, you were too deeply poisoned just now, did you have hallucinations?"
"You... you... I... gah!"
Han San glared at Yan Shouyi, unable to speak for a long time. Then his Dao heart collapsed, and he turned his head and fainted.