The streets of Hai City were becoming increasingly crowded.
Most of those who came to this marketplace were cultivators who had achieved a certain level of power.
Years of solitary cultivation had made each of them a bit of a jester.
Now there was a fight, and blood had been drawn.
They immediately flocked over from all directions, eager to witness the spectacle.
They didn’t recognize Jin Bu Huan.
He was merely a toad with less than a thousand years of cultivation, not worth remembering.
But the woman facing him…
Many gasped when they saw the alert black hound beside the woman.
The dog of the one from Guanjiangkou?
That meant the woman must be the Third Saint Mother.
The many cultivators were even more amused.
They were curious.
What kind of fool would be so blind?
Xiao Qing, holding onto Ao Qing’s arm, asked curiously:
“Who is this woman?”
Xiao Bai, beside her, pulled her away with a huff, and gave a detailed introduction to the Third Saint Mother and the story of her brother, Yang Erlang.
Xiao Qing, after hearing the story, gave a “you’re kidding me” expression.
“How dare this person pester the Third Saint Mother?”
Hua Yun, with her hands behind her back, smiled as she watched the show.
“Who knows, maybe they, like you, didn’t recognize her?”
Xiao Qing shook her head.
“I never provoke strangers I don’t understand.”
Jinse covered her mouth and chuckled, explaining to the bewildered Jiang Xue and Xiang Yu.
After she explained, Jiang Xue and Xiang Yu showed the same pity.
“This isn’t stepping on a small stone, it’s kicking Mount Five Fingers.”
Xia Gu, standing behind Ao Qing, stood on her tiptoes, her head resting on Ao Qing’s shoulder, watching the show. As she spoke, her hot breath brushed against Ao Qing’s neck.
“Should we just watch?”
Ao Qing pulled her to stand in front of him, his arms around her, calmly said:
“The Third Saint Mother has a priceless treasure protecting her. Even I would find it difficult to face it. Just a mere toad. Don’t bother with him.”
Ao Qing now remembered Jin Bu Huan.
It wasn’t that he was disdainful.
But this demon really wasn’t worth his attention.
Rather than worrying about the Third Saint Mother, he was more concerned about the Xiaotianquan on the ground.
The dog, in a fit of panic, had bitten Jin Bu Huan. Now it was likely poisoned, its four legs wobbling, white foam dripping from its mouth.
Ao Qing chuckled internally, muttering “Serves him right.”
Jin Bu Huan was a golden toad with hundreds of years of cultivation. The only thing he had going for him was his poison.
But the Xiaotianquan didn’t have any great abilities either, and was subtly countered by Jin Bu Huan.
Now it all came down to whether the Third Saint Mother would pull out the Baoliandeng.
Ao Qing was quite curious about this treasure.
Those around watching were also sly. They recognized the Third Saint Mother, yet none of them reminded Jin Bu Huan.
Jin Bu Huan, surrounded by spectators, felt a growing displeasure.
He was not a righteous Xuanxiu and had no patience for self-control, except when facing strong opponents. He would restrain himself.
But in front of this silent, speechless girl, especially one who carried the aura of a treasure, the demonic nature within Jin Bu Huan refused to be subdued.
He sneered, holding up his injured hand.
“Miss, I only wanted to make friends with you. You ignored me, that’s fine. But why unleash your dog to bite me?”
“What, doesn’t anyone in your family teach you basic manners?”
Someone next to Ao Qing couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter.
According to the story, no one in the Third Saint Mother’s family could teach her.
Because when the Third Saint Mother was very young, almost all the Yang family members were dead…
Saying such a thing to the Third Saint Mother was worse than directly calling a monkey a “弼马温 (Bimawen)”.
After all, calling a monkey a “弼马温 (Bimawen)” could be considered a joke or a tease.
To say such a thing to the Third Saint Mother was to tear open the wound in her heart.
The onlookers felt a pang of sympathy for Jin Bu Huan.
They thought that if this toad were to survive, it would only be because of Yang Erlang’s forbearance.
The Third Saint Mother had simply refused to acknowledge Jin Bu Huan.
But once Jin Bu Huan said those words, her expression instantly turned cold.
The Xiaotianquan on the ground, frothing at the mouth, barked twice.
It was reminding the Third Saint Mother.
This wasn’t Mount Hua. The Third Saint Mother was technically AWOL when she was here.
However, the Third Saint Mother had no intention of listening to him.
She gently lifted her right hand, a green light appearing in her palm, clearly about to use the Baoliandeng to kill.
Ao Qing immediately widened his eyes, ready to see this rare treasure.
“Woof woof woof!!”
A series of barks rang out.
Ao Qing looked down, and the unsteady Xiaotianquan was biting his clothes, its eyes filled with pleading.
It was begging Ao Qing to intervene.
After all, the matter of being AWOL was both serious and trivial.
For someone like Ao Qing, who had a legitimate excuse like helping the Dragon King heal, the higher-ups wouldn’t be too strict, wouldn’t make a big deal of it.
But the Third Saint Mother was merely bored in Mount Hua, so she went out for a stroll.
It was best to avoid too much commotion, to stay calm.
Ao Qing’s physical cultivation had been stagnant for some time, and he had planned to visit Guanjiangkou to pay his respects to Yang Jian.
He hadn’t had a good reason before, but this was a perfect opportunity.
He squatted down, patted the Xiaotianquan on the head, and whispered:
“I’ll be visiting the 显圣真君 (Xiansheng Zhenjun) in a few days. Will you tell him for me?”
The Xiaotianquan nodded eagerly, watching Ao Qing walk towards the center of the commotion before continuing to drool in a daze.
As Ao Qing moved, the eyes of everyone present instantly focused on him.
Actually, when the Xiaotianquan moved, some had already noticed Ao Qing in the crowd.
Now, as he stepped out of the crowd, the onlookers began guessing his identity.
Yang Chan’s 青碧莲灯 (Qingbi Liandeng) had already taken shape in her palm.
But a large hand suddenly reached out from the side, stopping her next move.
Yang Chan suddenly raised her head to look at the person who had stopped her.
Ao Qing nodded to Yang Chan with a smile, and a blue light emanated from his body.