One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 44 It's time for a moral education lesson.

"puff."

Marbles acquired.

The originally violent impact dissipated almost instantly upon contact with that layer of colorless Qi, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!

The remaining force still made Zhang Chulan's palms go numb.

The Qi belonging to Zhong Xiaolong was actually decomposed and restored, and then a trace of it was absorbed into Zhang Chulan's body!

"Holy crap...is this really edible???"

Zhang Chulan was overjoyed.

Although it was only a tiny bit, it felt like taking a sip of Red Bull, instantly boosting my energy.

The advisor was right!

This is the prototype of a perpetual motion machine!

"What is he doing? Catching a blade with his bare hands?"

Zhong Xiaolong was stunned. He knew very well the power of his Finger Flicking Skill; it could even pierce through stone. How dare this kid catch it with his bare hands?

Before he could figure it out, a dark figure had already silently appeared behind him.

"Watch out behind you!!" Haricha shouted.

But it's too late.

Feng Baobao's expressionless face appeared in Zhong Xiaolong's blind spot.

To avoid making too much of a commotion, she didn't hold a shovel, but instead held a... brick.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The brick landed squarely on the back of Zhong Xiaolong's head.

"Well......"

Zhong Xiaolong rolled his eyes, swayed slightly, but surprisingly didn't faint!

As someone with superior spiritual foundation, his protective Qi is also quite profound.

"Huh? That's pretty hard."

Feng Baobao tilted her head, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with the result.

She raised her hand, pointing to the same spot.

"Bang!"

one more time.

"you......"

Zhong Xiaolong felt dizzy and pointed at Feng Baobao, wanting to curse.

"Still not dizzy?"

Feng Baobao's eyes turned serious. She took a deep breath and swung her arm in a wide arc.

"Bang!!!"

The third time.

This time, the world finally fell silent.

Zhong Xiaolong collapsed like a limp noodle, and a large bump swelled up on the back of his head at a visible speed.

"Little Dragon!!"

Haricha and Liu Dang's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"Bastards! I'm going to kill you all!"

Haricha Gai went completely berserk, his muscles bulging and his Qi surging. He completely ignored Zhang Chulan's harassment and charged at Feng Baobao like a mad bull.

"Sister Bao'er, run! This big guy is not to be trifled with!" Zhang Chulan shouted.

Feng Baobao glanced at Harichagai rushing towards her, but did not run away.

She tucked the brick behind her waist, striking a strange starting pose.

That was something Su Wuxian casually taught her while they were shopping—"Old Man Pushing a Cart".

"I won't run."

Feng Baobao's eyes are clear:

"The advisor said that when fighting this big, clumsy guy, you don't need to use brute force, you need to use skill."

"Old man pushing a cart"

......

At the same time, in the misty mountains behind.

The battles here are less noisy, but even more terrifying.

Zhao Guizhen ran wildly through the fog.

The black flag in his hand is called the "Bewitching Banner".

It can not only create illusionary fog, but also conceal its own aura.

This is his trump card for survival.

"Did you shake them off?"

Zhao Guizhen leaned against a big tree, clutching his broken wrist, sweating profusely from the pain.

He looked back and saw only a vast expanse of white behind him, with only deathly silence.

"Phew...that madman...that pervert..."

Zhao Guizhen was panting heavily, his heart filled with resentment:

"Once I escape, I'll definitely tell the cult leader! I'll make sure the whole world knows that Na Du Tong is harboring a murderer!"

"Tell them a story? That's a good idea."

A voice came from the treetops without warning.

Zhao Guizhen's body stiffened, and he slowly raised his head.

Xiao Zizai was hanging upside down on the tree branch, looking like a giant bat.

His gold-rimmed glasses gleamed in the moonlight, and he held a cell phone that was recording audio in his hand.

"Master, I suggest you say out loud that thought you had about 'wanting to kill someone' just now, so I can record it as evidence."

"After all, we are a legitimate company, and even murder must follow procedures."

"ah!!!"

Zhao Guizhen broke down.

He suddenly waved the Bewitching Banner, attempting to create a fog again to escape.

But this time, Xiao Zizai didn't give him a chance.

"Game time is over, Taoist Master."

Xiao Zizai fell from the tree and landed steadily on Zhao Guizhen's intact hand.

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound.

Before Zhao Guizhen could even scream, Xiao Zizai grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up like a chick.

Your fog has no effect on me.

Xiao Zizai leaned closer to Zhao Guizhen's face, his nostrils twitching:

"Because the stench emanating from you is like a lighthouse in the darkness."

"No matter how you try to hide it, that rotten smell... is always guiding me."

Xiao Zizai stretched out his other hand and gently pressed it on Zhao Guizhen's chest.

There, seven ghostly faces were running around wildly out of fear.

"Don't be afraid, children."

Xiao Zizai's voice suddenly became incredibly gentle, like that of a compassionate high monk:

"Uncle is here to save you."

"This bad guy's body is too cramped, let me help you... open the door."

"Dragon Claw Hand - Gut Split!"

puff!

Blood splattered.

This is not a fatal injury.

Xiao Zizai avoided all the vital points with extreme precision.

It merely tore open the flesh of Zhao Guizhen's chest, damaging the meridian nodes that sealed the vengeful spirit.

"No!! My Seven Fiends!!"

Zhao Guizhen let out a desperate roar.

As the seal shattered, the seven streams of black energy rushed out of his body.

It hovered in the air, letting out a scream of relief, before disappearing into the world.

Without the blessing of the Seven Fiends, Zhao Guizhen aged more than ten years in an instant, his whole body shriveling up like a deflated balloon.

"Okay, all the filling has leaked out."

Xiao Zizai disdainfully threw Zhao Guizhen on the ground and took out a wet wipe from his pocket to wipe his hands.

"You're not even qualified to be food anymore."

"The rest, we'll leave to..."

Xiao Zizai did not kill him.

Because Su Wuxian once said, "Don't let him die too easily."

For a heretical cultivator, having their cultivation destroyed, being handed over to the company for judgment, and then spending the rest of their life in a hidden fortress is the greatest torment.

"Ding-dong."

Xiao Zizai's phone rang.

It was a WeChat message from Wang Zhenqiu:

[Brother Xiao, are you done yet? Zhang Chulan's acting is about to break down. That Mongolian giant is too fierce; Bao'er is almost ready to bury him with a shovel.]

Xiao Zizai glanced at Zhao Guizhen, who was still convulsing on the ground, and replied:

[That's it for today. Take a deep breath and pack it up to go.]

......

Listening to the Wind Pavilion.

Su Wuxian put down his teacup as he listened to the sounds gradually subsiding in the distance.

"It seems the first round is over."

He turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei:

"Senior brother, these kids are at least somewhat sensible; they didn't demolish the village."

Zhang Zhiwei peeled a peanut:

"It's just a minor skirmish; Ma Xianhong hasn't even come out yet."

"And junior brother, are you really planning to drive everyone out of this village?"

"Drive them away?"

Su Wuxian shook his head, looking at the bright moon in the night sky:

"No."

"I want them to leave on their own."

"Only by letting him see with his own eyes how utterly vulnerable their pursuit of 'perfection' and 'shortcuts' truly is..."

"Only then will they give up."

A glint of light flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes:

"It's my turn to give Ma Xianhong a lesson in morality and ethics."