It did not take long for the little Daoist to appear and leave. Furthermore, the spell he used could not be seen by mortals, so it did not affect the mortals on the street.
At most, they would feel a cold breeze blowing past them.
However, the number of people on the street was still a lot lesser, mainly because Xu Tao had vomited blood and fainted.
Xu Tao's hometown had already moved out of this street eight years ago. At this moment, not many people recognized Xu Tao's identity.
Wang Lin let out a sigh and placed his hands behind his back as he slowly walked toward a grocery store on the side. After entering, the shopkeeper of the store immediately bowed and approached him.
Wang Lin pointed at the unconscious Xu Tao and said,
"Shopkeeper, could you please find two workers to carry this man to my store?"
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and looked around. When he realized that no one was paying attention to him, he took a few steps forward and said softly,
"Shopkeeper Wang, we don't even know if this man is dead or alive. I think we should report this to the authorities. Otherwise, you might get into trouble."
Wang Lin smiled and patted the shopkeeper's shoulder. He shook his head and said, "It's fine. Find someone to bring him to me.
After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked away with his hands behind his back.
The shopkeeper stared at Wang Lin's back and let out a sigh. He mumbled to himself, "What a good man. This Shopkeeper Wang is truly a good man!"
After mumbling to himself, he immediately turned around and yelled, "Xiao Er, Xiao San, come out and carry the man lying outside to Shopkeeper Wang's store!"
Almost at the same time as Wang Lin returned to the store, two workers in coarse clothes had already carried Xu Tao back. Under Wang Lin's signal, they placed him on the floor of the store.
Wang Lin casually took out some silver and sent the two workers away. He then closed the door of the store and sat beside the stove in silence.
If Xu Tao was not saved, he would not be able to live. Wang Lin let out a sigh. Seeing that Xu Tao had been filial to him for the past ten years, he took out the worst pill in his storage bag and flicked it into Xu Tao's mouth.
Then, he picked up the wine pot and drank while waiting for the other party to wake up.
As for that little Daoist, he sped along the entire way and didn't care about shocking the world. In the end, he even tossed out his flying sword and transformed into a long rainbow as he sped towards the east of the city.
In the eastern suburbs of the city, there was a Daoist temple. The surroundings of the Daoist temple were quiet, and there was a clear pond. Pink lotuses grew in the pond, and emerald green lotus leaves floated on them. Some fish gently touched the lotus leaves in the pond, causing ripples to appear on the surface of the pond as the leaves floated in the air. It was an otherworldly scene.
A cobblestone path meandered down from the Taoist temple. Willow trees were planted on both sides of the path. Every time a breeze blew, the willow trees would sway and rustle, giving off a sense of elegance.
Although there was a slight breeze, the rustling of the willows was drowned out by the sound of something tearing through the air. Little Qi Shi turned into a ray of light and landed outside the Taoist temple. Just as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale as he pushed open the door and staggered inside.
A few cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in the Daoist temple suddenly opened their eyes. When one of them saw the little Daoist's miserable appearance, he immediately stood up and went forward. He said in surprise, "Junior Brother, he's just a mere … mortal. How could he injure you so severely?"
The little Daoist pushed the person away and shouted, "I want to see Master. Master!!!"
"What?!"
A middle-aged man walked out from the Daoist temple. He had a wide face and small eyes, but his pair of big ears were quite eye-catching. At first glance, he looked quite dignified.
As soon as he walked out, the cultivators who were meditating stood up and stood aside respectfully.
When the little Daoist saw the middle-aged man, he knelt on the ground and said, "Master, someone broke my natal Rakshasa and damaged my mind. Master, take revenge for me!"
The large-eared cultivator glanced at the little Daoist, waved his sleeve, and grabbed the air with his right hand. Suddenly, black gas appeared in the air and quickly condensed into a huge skull.
Then, the large-eared cultivator grabbed the skull with his right hand and slapped the top of the little Daoist's head. The little Daoist's body trembled slightly and his face revealed a painful expression. In the blink of an eye, black gas appeared on his face. After a long time, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Then, the black gas on his face slowly dissipated, revealing a hint of redness. The injury caused by his natal Rakshasa was instantly healed.
"Tell me the details!"
The large-eared cultivator raised his right hand and said slowly.
The little Daoist took a deep breath and quickly told the story of what happened along the way. This little Daoist was very eloquent and spoke very vividly. The large-eared cultivator quietly listened. The disciples beside him all lowered their heads in silence, but their eyes revealed a strange expression.
Not long after, the Little Daoist finished speaking. He revealed a look of hatred in his eyes as he added, "Master, I've already reported your name, but that person is too arrogant. Master, we have to teach him a lesson no matter what!"
The large-eared cultivator's expression remained the same. He looked at the little Daoist and calmly said, "Are you sure that when you first saw this person, he didn't have any spiritual energy in his body and was like a mortal?"
The little Daoist quickly nodded and said, "Nine Coin Father, there's no way I'm wrong. At first, I thought he was a mortal."
The large-eared cultivator's eyes revealed a strange light. It was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry. He slowly said, "Come with me and lead the way. There's no need to use any techniques, just walk."
The little Daoist immediately became happy and quickly led the way out of the temple with the large-eared cultivator. As for the other cultivators in the temple, they wanted to follow, but seeing that their master didn't summon them, they looked at each other and one of them let out a sigh.
"Master really dotes on little junior brother too much."
A middle-aged cultivator to the side bitterly smiled and slowly said, "This isn't the first time. There's no point in being jealous. With Master's wisdom, how could he not tell that Junior Brother's words weren't true? Let's just ignore it."
"With Junior Brother's personality, he'll get into big trouble sooner or later. Sigh!" Another person muttered before falling silent.
The person who spoke first sighed and said, "With master here, even if little junior brother causes big trouble, he will be fine. If it was us, then it would be hard to say."
"It's not the first day that we've learned of Master's favoritism. Even the cultivation method that Junior Brother cultivates is different from ours. Forget it, it's fine as long as we understand this in our hearts. If we say it out loud, it'll make us seem petty."
The middle-aged cultivator asked, "I wonder which sect the person that provoked little junior brother is from? From what little junior brother said, how could this person be mixed in with mortals?"
"The Four Sect Alliance is very big and has all kinds of cultivators. I think this person is most likely a Core Formation cultivator, which is why he was able to easily break little junior brother's Luosha."
"What's the point of us saying this? With master's position in the Four Sect Alliance, let alone Core Formation cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators will suffer the same fate."
The few of them talked for a bit before ignoring this matter and continuing to meditate.
As the little cultivator walked, he felt very proud. He already knew that his master treated him the best. Perhaps it was because he was his master's last disciple.
Ever since he was young, whenever he encountered any trouble, all he had to do was tell his master and his master would immediately take him to kill the other party. In all these years, his master had never refused him once.
He sneered in his heart and thought that this time, his master would definitely make that person die without a grave. He would let that person know the consequences of provoking him.
Thinking about this, he secretly looked at his master. From his expression, he couldn't tell if his master was happy or angry. The little cultivator was secretly happy. With his understanding of his master, the more expressionless his master was, the angrier his master was.
In his memory, every time his master took him to kill someone that provoked him, his master would always have this kind of expression. No matter what kind of enemy he provoked, as long as they saw his master, their faces would turn red. They would either kneel and beg for mercy or immediately run away. Even if a few people tried to resist, in the end, all three types of people would end up the same.
The little cultivator was very proud as if he had just eaten honey. He took a deep breath and quickly walked a few steps. He secretly hoped that person wouldn't run away and that he had to hurry over.
As he was walking, the large-eared cultivator suddenly stopped. The little cultivator quickly turned around and saw the large-eared cultivator's gaze fall on a stall that was selling little sugar figurines.
The large-eared cultivator's eyes revealed a gentle expression. He walked up to the stall and gently asked, "How much are these sugar figurines?"
When the vendor saw the large-eared cultivator, he didn't know why, but he had a good impression of him. He smiled and said, "One copper coin will do."
The large-eared cultivator nodded with a smile. He took out a copper coin and placed it on the stall. He carefully looked at the colorful sugar figurines one by one before finally choosing one and picking it up.
The little cultivator was startled. This was the first time he saw his master actually buy a sugar figurine. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he never expected the large-eared cultivator to hand the sugar figurine to him!
"Fu Er, when I first saw you as a child, you were fighting with a group of wild children over a sugar figurine. Perhaps you have already forgotten …" The large-eared cultivator had a nostalgic look in his eyes.
The little cultivator was startled. He accepted the sugar figurine and couldn't help but think of his miserable childhood. If it wasn't for his master, he would have died a long time ago. Thinking about this, his eyes turned red and he whispered, "I haven't forgotten. It was master who brought me out and taught me spells."
The large-eared cultivator rubbed the little cultivator's head and said, "Let's go, take me to see that person."
The little cultivator looked at the sugar figurine in his hand and memories of his childhood slowly appeared in his mind. He took a deep breath and carefully placed the sugar figurine in his storage bag. He planned on keeping it for the rest of his life because his master bought it …