"How badly injured is he? He's eating these treasures like they're food! No wonder his cultivation level has improved so quickly. He's so strong, and he's not afraid of retribution!"

A certain sect leader was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.

Palace Master Murong patted his big belly, heartbroken, "Eat it all? All gone? You have such a big Canghai Pavilion, and it's all fucking empty?"

Gu Xingyun's eyes dodged. "Master just took away the last batch of medicine a few days ago. It should be... gone."

As if he was afraid that these people would be angry, he quickly added, "Don't worry, everyone. My junior brother is proficient in medicine. If necessary, he can go to the back mountain to collect herbs. Usually, my junior brother helps to diagnose and treat our injuries."

"Junior brother? That kid who burst into tears just by taking City Lord Yu's pulse?"

Palace Master Murong asked back unhappily.

"Yes... Junior Brother is just a little shy. His medical skills are still very strong. He can quickly find out where the herbs are."

Gu Xingyun lowered his head and replied.

A sneer rang out from the crowd. "A disciple of the Yuxu Sect has to go into the mountains to collect herbs himself? If anyone knows this, they'll all laugh at him. Doesn't Yan Huailiu usually leave even the most basic medicinal herbs for his disciples?"

"Yeah, these hundreds and thousands of grids, could it be that Yan Huailiu ate them all by himself?"

"I think so too. Otherwise, how could he have been mended like that? I was saying that yesterday, that kid in blue clothes with the hoarse voice looked a little weak. Isn't he also a direct disciple?"

…

The topic quickly turned to Gu Xingyun's plan.

He stood in the middle of the crowd with his head down, his eyes full of mockery.

"What are you guys…arguing about here?"

A familiar voice interrupted the noise.