Chapter 627: What Else Do You Have to Say?

"Write it down?"

The Crown Prince nodded.

Writing it down was indeed the best approach—it would leave evidence and prevent Luo Zhao from preparing in advance.

It would also confirm whether the theft of the treasure was real.

"Fine, let's see what you can write. If you can't, today I'll not only fight Hong Qian to the death but also kill you..."

With a roar, Luo Zhao gritted his teeth.

There was no trace of a master's demeanor left.

Luo Xuan and Bi Jianghai exchanged glances, each twitching the corners of their mouths.

To be honest, if it were them, they'd probably have gone mad by now. Being publicly humiliated like this and still restraining the impulse to kill was already impressive.

"Kill me?"

Ignoring his roar, Zhang Xuan moved his brush like a dragon and snake, then put away the ink and handed over what he had written.

Taking the paper, the Crown Prince and Master Wu glanced at it, then both froze. They set the paper down and looked at Luo Zhao: "Master Luo, would you mind handing over your storage ring for us to inspect?"

"Why not?"

Not knowing what was written on the paper, but confident he hadn't stolen anything, he wasn't afraid of an inspection.

After snorting, he took off his storage ring, dissolved the bond, and handed it over.

Taking the ring, the Crown Prince swept it with his spiritual sense. After a moment, he flipped his wrist and a gourd appeared before everyone.

"Master Luo, what is this?"

Seeing the item, Luo Zhao cupped his hands: "I am fond of wine; this is... fine wine I prepared!"

"Wine?"

The Crown Prince looked at him: "Are you sure?"

"Your Highness, it is wine. I am sure." Luo Zhao nodded.

"Good!" The Crown Prince said no more, uncorked the lid, and everyone immediately smelled a rich aroma of wine filling the room.

"Such a strong wine fragrance!"

"It really is wine... Could Master Luo have stolen a bottle of wine?"

"Surely not? Even if the wine tastes good, it's just wine. How much could it be worth?"

"Yes, let's see what the Crown Prince says."

...

Smelling the wine, everyone found it strange.

Could it be that after all this fuss, fighting and making a scene all night, it was just because Master Luo stole a bottle of wine from Master Hong?

Cultivators focus on cultivation, pills, treasures, and wealth—physical pleasures have faded. No matter how good the wine, it wasn't worth this!

"Is this it?"

The Crown Prince looked at the young man nearby.

"Yes."

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"That can't be right; this is indeed wine?"

Hearing his confirmation, the Crown Prince and Master Wu exchanged glances, both frowning.

When they had just uncorked it, they had also examined it carefully; it was indeed wine, completely different from what the young man had written.

"No need to rush, you two. Whether it is or not is simple to test."

Standing up and approaching, Zhang Xuan looked around, then at Feng Yu nearby: "Master Feng, may I trouble you with something?"

"No..."

Feng Yu shrank his neck and quickly shook his head.

Trouble me? Are you kidding?

Are you afraid I'm not injured enough and want to beat me up again?

The first time I met you, you made me fall from the sky, and then Master Hong beat me up...

Not to mention that just now, Master Hong said he wanted Master Luo's help, and then slapped him...

If I fall for it again, I'm a dog!

"Don't worry, this time it's a good thing..."

Seeing him so scared he might faint at the mention of help, Zhang Xuan was speechless.

I really mean well; look how scared you are...

I'm a master, not a demon!

Why do you look like you've seen a ghost when you hear my invitation? It's quite embarrassing.

"Even if it's a good thing, I won't go!" Master Feng shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Fine, if you won't come, forget it..." Seeing his refusal, Zhang Xuan looked around and then at Bi Jianghai: "Master Bi, come here..."

"Me..." Twitching his mouth, Bi Jianghai almost cried.

Who did I offend?

Wasn't it just that I boasted during the finals with you? No need to hold a grudge until now!

"Don't worry, I just need you to prove this isn't wine."

Seeing his expression, Zhang Xuan shook his head.

"Fine!" Gritting his teeth, Bi Jianghai came over.

Once he was in place, Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction, flipped his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his palm: "Come, extend your hand."

Bi Jianghai swallowed, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his arm.

"Good!"

With a slight smile, Zhang Xuan flicked his wrist, and the dagger turned into a beam of light, plunging straight into his arm.

"Ah..."

With a cry of pain, Bi Jianghai trembled uncontrollably, nearly going mad.

He knew it wouldn't be anything good, but he never dreamed that being called up meant being stabbed...

Watching blood gush from his arm, tears streaming, Bi Jianghai was full of regret.

He should have pretended to be dead like Feng Yu and not come over.

"I knew it wouldn't be good..."

Seeing this, Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

When the other called him up, he knew it wouldn't be anything good. Now seeing him stabbed and bleeding profusely, he felt that not going was the wisest decision of his life.

"Don't worry!"

Seeing Bi Jianghai twitching and about to cry, Zhang Xuan comforted him, then looked at the Crown Prince and Master Wu: "May I trouble Your Highness and Master Wu?"

"Hmm."

The Crown Prince nodded and handed over the wine gourd.

Taking the gourd, Zhang Xuan said nothing, shook it in his hand, then looked at Luo Zhao: "Master Luo, I ask you once more: do you confirm that what's inside is wine?"

"It is wine!" Luo Zhao nodded, full of confidence.

"Very well."

Without further explanation, Zhang Xuan held the wine gourd in his left hand, grabbed the dagger stuck in Bi Jianghai's arm with his right, and gently pulled it out.

Sizzle!

Blood spurted from the arm, flowing freely.

Bi Jianghai's face instantly turned pale, and his vision darkened.

Being stabbed, even if it was just the arm, the pain was unbearable.

"Bear with it!"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xuan smiled slightly and poured the wine from his left hand directly onto the wound.

Zizi!

As soon as the wine touched the wound, a huge reaction occurred. The muscle pierced by the dagger grew visibly, and in moments it was restored as if never injured.

"This..."

"Could it be that this isn't wine but a healing holy medicine?"

"Indeed, only a holy medicine could heal an injury in the blink of an eye..."

Everyone's eyes widened, then burned with fervor.

Every cultivator gets injured, and healing medicine is a necessity for everyone.

Normal healing pills, even if precious, take several days to fully heal. Take Master Feng over there—if healing medicine worked quickly, he wouldn't have come with his face swollen and red.

But this stuff, once applied, healed such a gruesome wound instantly, leaving not even a scar... That was too incredible!

Only a legendary 'holy medicine' could have such an effect!

"My wound..."

Thinking his injury wouldn't heal for at least ten days, Bi Jianghai was astonished to find it completely healed after just a splash of wine.

Too powerful!

While he was stunned, Feng Yu, who had been smug, clutched his chest, barely able to breathe, his intestines turning green with regret.

So that guy called him up to test the holy medicine. If he had known it was such a good thing, why pretend? He would have gone up directly, and his injuries would already be healed...

"Alright, my proof is done. The rest is for you two to decide."

Ignoring the crowd's astonishment, Zhang Xuan placed the wine gourd back on the table, cupped his hands to the Crown Prince and Master Wu, and turned to walk away.

"Master Luo, you said this was fine wine, but it's actually a healing holy medicine... Explain yourself."

The Crown Prince looked at him expressionlessly.

"I..."

Twitching his mouth, Master Luo swayed: "What if I say... it really was wine? Would you believe me?"

He truly felt he was going mad.

He was a wine lover, a fact many knew. This wine gourd was his constant companion, filled with his favorite wine. When had it become a healing holy medicine?

"Still trying to quibble at a time like this?"

Slamming the table, the Crown Prince was furious.

Everyone had seen the power of the medicinal wine, and he still tried to argue. What was he thinking?

Did he think the Crown Prince was easy to fool?

"Master Chen, please read this."

After scolding, he flicked his wrist and tossed the paper Zhang Xuan had written to Chen Yue.

"Yes!"

Taking the paper, Chen Yue opened it and read, his face growing pale: "Master Luo stole the healing medicinal wine that Master Hong obtained at great cost. This wine can heal physical injuries; ordinary wounds need only a splash to be fully restored..."

"What else do you have to say?"

After hearing it, the Crown Prince looked at Luo Zhao again.

"I..."

Luo Zhao's vision darkened.

The facts were right before everyone's eyes. How could he refute them?

"If it wasn't stolen, how would Master Zhang know it was medicinal wine and be so clear about its effects?" the Crown Prince continued.

Luo Zhao was frantic.

He couldn't figure out what was happening.

"It's all your doing!"

Suddenly remembering something, he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Xuan, his face ferocious.

It was all this guy's doing—his wine turned into a healing holy medicine. It must have been him!

Facing his roar, Zhang Xuan remained unmoved, looking at him calmly: "This gourd of medicinal wine was prepared by Master Hong as a gift for Master Wu and the others, but you stole it... Fortunately, Master Hong left some for me in case of emergency, which quickly healed the injuries from your beating, so I could come without wounds..."

"So that's it!"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

They had been wondering why, since Master Hong was ganged up on by Master Luo and his men, Master Feng was so badly injured while he was unharmed.

So he had kept some healing medicine, healed his injuries, and then came out.

This explained all the previous inconsistencies.

"Luo Zhao, now... what else do you have to say?"

The Crown Prince looked at him, deep disappointment in his eyes.