That night, Chen Jing smashed the treasure chest to pieces.
Then he took it to Black Mountain and buried it.
He buried the seven brocade boxes containing Precious Medicine beneath the floor tiles of the side room, right beside the Moon-Condensing Grass.
The next day.
A large number of Golden Halberd Guards mobilized throughout Sanhe Town, conducting a sweeping search of the surrounding towns and markets for suspicious individuals.
Sha Lifeng did not even dare come looking for Chen Jing at such a critical moment.
Even the Yellow Sheep Inn was visited several times by the Golden Halberd Guards, and Chen Jing's side room was searched as well.
Fortunately, Chen Jing had been cautious enough.
He had buried all the important things.
Naturally, everything was safe and sound.
Yet while Chen Jing's side enjoyed peaceful days, the constipated expressions on every Golden Halberd Guard's face gave him a faint glimpse of the pandemonium and tangled mess in Sanhe Town.
And indeed, that was exactly the case.
Chen Jing's disturbance that night was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It not only enraged the always smooth-sailing Flame-Severing Venerable so badly that he toppled headfirst from the roof.
The Grand Commandant's Residence hurriedly summoned renowned physicians for emergency treatment, only to discover that Flame-Severing Venerable had suffered a qi deviation on the spot and collapsed completely.
He likely would not be able to stand again for at least three months.
This time, even Grand Commandant Zhang, who was usually unfathomably shrewd, cursed furiously when no one was around.
Even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would find that damned Black-Gold Ghost Mask and tear him into ten thousand pieces!
As for such harsh criticism.
The diligently cultivating Chen Jing naturally knew nothing about it.