Looking at these terrifying scars, Ye Fan said, "I know what caused your scars. It’s the aura of the Dead Spirits here, the resentment, and the curses!"

"Indeed, it’s horrific, but I’m confident I can cure it!"

"What?"

Fu Shen was shocked, as were Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa. They were astounded that it *could* be cured. If so, they would no longer need to be so on edge here.

Ye Fan said, "I can cure it, but I need time for research. Give me five days, and I will develop the medicinal ingredients to heal the scars!"

"If I can’t cure it, I am willing to be punished!" Ye Fan spoke decisively.

"Young friend, there’s no need to punish yourself. We have grown accustomed to it, so just do your best. If you can’t develop the medicine, we won’t be angry," Fu Shen said rationally. "Nor will we blame you!"

Ye Fan nodded, then turned to Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa. "You two, come and assist me!"

"Alright!" the two said eagerly. They were also keen to see what skills Ye Fan possessed to cure the condition. After all, the Red Sand War God, the Evil Punishment Main God, and even many martial artists from the Evil Divine Lineage had spent years researching a cure, all to no avail.

But deep down, they firmly believed in Ye Fan. For him to make such a bold claim meant he must have the capability. He was, after all, someone known for creating miracles, capable of achieving the impossible.

Once in a room, Ye Fan said to Wu Fa, "Go get me some pus from a wound!"

"Yes!" Wu Fa obediently left. He didn’t know what his boss had planned, but he knew that at this moment, following orders was the right thing to do.

Then, Ye Fan said to Mu Chen Dong, "Go fetch me these things!" The list only contained some simple Spiritual Medicine for healing wounds.

After both items were brought to him, Ye Fan cut a wound on his own hand.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

They were shocked. They hadn’t anticipated that Ye Fan would self-harm. That’s right, they weren’t seeing things—Ye Fan was indeed injuring himself. Then, he poured the pus directly onto his own wound, giving the two a great shock. Ye Fan’s methods were completely beyond their expectations.

"All set," Ye Fan said.

However, he was left speechless. The wound didn’t spread as he had anticipated; instead, it began to heal gradually. His two companions were speechless as well.

At that moment, Ye Fan muttered, "It seems this pus is useless against me!"

He suddenly laughed mischievously. The two weren’t surprised, as that was just the sort of person Ye Fan was. What puzzled them was that Ye Fan was laughing *at them*.

They seemed to realize something.

Mu Chen Dong immediately said, "Boss, I’m not feeling well. I need to step outside for some fresh air!"

"Yeah, I need to step out, too!" Wu Fa added.

But Ye Fan suddenly blocked their path. "Don’t be in such a rush to leave! I still have something to ask you!"

"Boss, we were wrong! We’re your most loyal underlings! You can’t use us as guinea pigs!"

The two dropped to their knees, but Ye Fan paid them no mind. He simply cut their arms and poured the pus onto the fresh wounds. At that point, they knew they were done for. They had tried to resist but couldn’t stand up to Ye Fan’s tyranny.

As he watched their arms begin to fester, Ye Fan went to his room alone. About an hour later, he emerged with two ordinary-looking Elixir Pills. "Eat these," he said.

The two hastily swallowed the pills. The next day, when they examined their arms, the festering wounds had miraculously disappeared.

"Boss, these are just ordinary Healing Pills, yet they’re so miraculous! They can resist this rot!" The two were shocked.

Ye Fan said, "Keep it a secret. After swallowing this Elixir Pill, your body will automatically become immune to the pus. Even if you stay here year-round, you will not rot!"

"No way!"

The two of them didn’t understand the extraordinary aspect of it all.

Ye Fan wouldn’t tell them, of course. It was his own technique, his own secret. The key lay in the Divine Talisman. Once an Elixir Pill was illuminated by its light, it was no longer an ordinary pill.

The two silently rejoiced, knowing the pill’s effect on the battlefield would be tremendous. If their Martial Artists no longer had to worry about their bodies rotting, their combat power would surely double. Yes, double. In the heat of battle, doubling one’s power was a terrifying concept, as they would no longer be tormented by their festering wounds.

Ye Fan said, "Alright, go tell Fu Shen that I’ve developed it. From now on, as long as Elixir Pills are refined with the water from that well, they will resist this rotting essence, no matter what kind of pill it is!"

"Okay!"

The two happily went to deliver the news.

Ye Fan had tampered with the well. He had added a large number of Divine Talismans, their luminous light, and a few drops of his own blood to the water. That was all it took.

Fu Shen was overjoyed. He brought several of his deputies over to kneel before Ye Fan.

Ye Fan quickly stopped them. "You do me too great an honor! Please, get up. I truly cannot accept this reverence!"

But Fu Shen insisted, "You deserve it!

"We have been tormented by this essence for hundreds of years, condemned to stay here for our entire lives. Even a single trip outside was impossible!

"Although guarding this place is to protect our homeland, seeing our brothers rot away daily is a tremendous form of torture for us!

"We can no longer bear this spiritual torment!

"Many brothers even gave up their lives, taking their own to escape the suffering. Now, finally, there is a solution. You are our lifesaver!

"Please accept our bow of gratitude!" the group pleaded respectfully.

Ye Fan immediately replied, "We all serve the Righteous Gods. If not for the provocations of the Evil Gods, we would never have to be in a place like this. That’s why I developed this Elixir Pill.

"As long as it can help everyone, that’s enough.

"Now, everyone, hurry and begin refining the pills."

Fu Shen immediately gave the order to his subordinates.

Now he truly understood Ye Fan’s resolve. From their first meeting, he had a good impression of Ye Fan, yet he had always believed Ye Fan wouldn’t be able to solve their problem. He thought Ye Fan held a high status but lacked true capability. Now he realized that Ye Fan genuinely possessed the skill, and he had gravely underestimated him. No wonder the Red Sand Main God had sent a letter with such a high evaluation of Ye Fan. But seeing this now, even that assessment fell short. Only by witnessing Ye Fan in action could one truly be captivated by his charisma. Take this incident, for example. Ye Fan had arrived and solved a problem that had plagued them for centuries. For that, he had their utmost admiration.

At this moment, Fu Shen turned to his deputy. "The formula for the Elixir Pill must not be leaked. Guard it with your life. If the enemy learns it, I will have your head!"

"Yes!" his deputy replied with fear and trepidation.

But Ye Fan said, "It’s fine. It doesn’t matter if it’s leaked."

"What?" Fu Shen didn’t understand.

Ye Fan explained, "The secret of the Detoxification Pill I created isn’t in its formula."