The poisoned man's eyes flew open, his pupils suddenly contracting as fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
He looked around in panic, his lips trembling. "Th-this... you..."
His voice seemed stuck in his throat, unable to come out no matter what. Clearly, he had never expected to be exposed on the spot.
The Doppelganger curled his lips into a cold smile. "Everyone, take a look. This fellow cultivator who supposedly has been poisoned has a rosy complexion and steady breathing. Where is there even the slightest sign of poisoning?"
With a wave of his hand, a clear radiance enveloped the man's entire body, clearly displaying the path of spiritual power circulating within him before everyone's eyes.
An uproar immediately erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"His meridians are completely unobstructed!"
"His dantian is brimming with spiritual power!"
"His earlier appearance of being poisoned was clearly all an act!"
The leader's face instantly turned deathly pale, blue veins bulging across his forehead.
He abruptly turned to rush out of the crowd, only to freeze the instant he lifted his foot.
An invisible force had firmly bound him in place.
"Trying to leave?" The Doppelganger's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it sent a chill through everyone present.
"Fellow cultivators, these people are clearly trying to deliberately slander Myriad Things General Store.
Think carefully, everyone. Over these past three days, have you heard of anyone truly coming to harm after taking our pills?"
The crowd shook their heads.
Indeed, quite a few people had purchased pills over the past three days, but they had never heard of anyone being harmed because of them.
The Doppelganger's gaze flashed like lightning, and his voice suddenly turned icy. "The rules of Myriad Things General Store are simple: those who maliciously spread rumors and disrupt