Do you know what it means to have your scalp go numb?
At this very moment, the 138,900 disciples of the righteous path watching Li Su in the Vast Heaven Mirror felt exactly that.
Even the female cultivators whose undergarments Li Su had taken—those who had been humiliated into a furious rage and wished to chop him into eight pieces—were pale-faced, their beauty drained of color.
Everyone had a few little secrets, a few private hobbies, didn't they?
So long as they harmed no one else and belonged to oneself alone, there was nothing wrong with them.
Yet Li Su had not only taken the items out of the storage pouches—he had deliberately dug out those deeply private little secrets as well.
A devil—no, a demon!
This little brat was a demon wearing human skin!
At this moment, the only thing they could be thankful for was that the little bastard had gathered all the storage pouches first, piled them together, and searched through them at once, rather than inspecting each one the instant he pulled it from someone's body.
In other words, there was no way to tell who those unspeakable things belonged to.
Otherwise, the consequences would be too dreadful to imagine.
Unable to help themselves, they turned to look at the Golden Core elders.
Mm. In that instant, they learned a new phrase: smoke pouring from all seven orifices!
And it was not an adjective—it was a verb. Quite a few Golden Core elders really did have smoke rising from all seven orifices.
Those five hundred bastards were finished!
They were in even worse shape than the previous three hundred!
Once they came out, they would probably be greeted by at least ten years of ideological and moral education.
"Foul smoke and filthy air! Foul smoke and