"Your Majesties, please judge for yourselves! That brat must be hiding here! This nose of mine can't be wrong! No one else could find him, but I knew he'd come to the Sea these past few days, so I paid special attention and caught his scent..."
Several figures were moving swiftly across the uneven reefs.
At their head was a gaunt White-Robed Scholar, with dark circles under his eyes and a sickly face. Despite his hurried steps, he kept bowing and scraping.
Two others followed behind him.
One was a broad-shouldered, black-faced man, a full three heads taller than an ordinary person. He carried a Red-Tassel Spear and cut a strikingly heroic figure!
The other was a tall Daoist in gray, with a Long Sword at his waist and a Jade-Glass Plate in his hands. He had a certain martial bearing himself. Hearing this, he said, "Snake Demon, we caught you stealing. We only meant to punish you lightly as a warning, but you insisted there was treasure here and led us along. Let me make this clear: if that man truly is wicked, so be it. Kill him and take his treasure—survival of the fittest! But if he's innocent and you've tricked us with honeyed words, don't blame us for showing no mercy!"
"Daoist master, please believe me! How would I dare deceive you two?" The White-Robed Scholar shuddered and hurriedly said, "That man is a scourge! Though born with a Golden Core, he steals the Mortal World's creation, devours people's fortune, and ruins their opportunities! Wherever he stays soon falls into decline, then destruction, until not a blade of grass grows there! Only by harming others to benefit himself could he form a Primordial Yang True Pill. Swallow him whole and your cultivation will grow. Refine him into