There was a waiter hiding behind a door behind Li Ang, peeking through the crack to see Li Ang take a bite of the pancake.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and ran to the backyard through the side door.

Soon, San Niangzi brought the waiter back. She subtly glanced at the table, and seeing that Li Ang's plate was completely empty of porridge, rice, and pancakes, she couldn't help but beam. "Daozhang, the backyard is cleaned up. Why don't you come and take a look?"

"Mm."

Li Ang put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach, and followed San Niangzi around to the backyard.

In the backyard, donkeys and horses were gathered in groups, of various colors, neighing incessantly.

"Hm?"

Li Ang frowned. "Why are these donkeys and horses divided into two groups?"

In the unfenced corral, all the livestock were clearly divided into two camps.

One group was listless, numb, and only concerned with eating grass.

The other group was extremely excited, neighing desperately, and occasionally ramming the corral with their bodies, not stopping even when injured.

San Niangzi replied with a normal expression, "These restless ones are all newly arrived donkeys and horses. Perhaps they haven't adapted to the environment and aren't used to the feed."

"Oh."

Li Ang nodded and walked around the edge of the large corral, suddenly stopping. "What's wrong with this donkey?"

From the moment he entered the backyard, a mottled gray donkey had been staring at him.

As he approached, the gray donkey neighed even more loudly, "Ea ea," not leaving his side across the fence.

"Noisy beast."

The waiter, who had been following Li Ang, frowned and cursed in a low voice, stepping forward and raising his horse whip to strike the gray donkey hard.

The horse whip streaked through the air, but before it could land on the gray donkey, Li Ang reached out and grabbed it, pulling the whip away with a casual tug.

What strength!

The waiter was slightly shocked. Li Ang waved the whip with a smile. "Don't mind it. It's just livestock; it's normal for them not to understand etiquette. If you encounter disobedient livestock, you have to whip them hard, leaving scars. How can you sell them then?"

"The Daozhang is right."

The waiter lowered his head and took the horse whip from Li Ang.

Li Ang turned to look at the gray donkey, which became even more agitated, with tears streaming down its long face.

"Ugh..."

Li Ang frowned. At this moment, the donkey was constantly providing him with Faith Power points, even more devout than the faith he had gained from pretending to be a deity in the Goose City Inn.

Li Ang pointed at the gray donkey and asked San Niangzi, "This donkey is crying so miserably. Has it suffered some injustice?"

San Niangzi waved her hand and said with a delicate laugh, "Daozhang, what are you saying? It's just a donkey. It's content with food and drink. How could it suffer any injustice?"

"San Niangzi is wrong. All things have a spirit. I realized this principle a long time ago."

Li Ang said seriously, "When I was young, my family was poor, and there were no mosquito nets on the bed. There were many mosquitoes in the south. Every summer, my house would gather dense swarms of black and large mosquitoes."

Wait, didn't you just say that your family was a famous clan? How did it become a poor family now?

San Niangzi really wanted to complain, but Li Ang didn't give her a chance and continued, "In order to prevent my parents from being bitten by mosquitoes, I decided to stand naked in the courtyard, letting the mosquitoes bite my tender skin.

As long as the mosquitoes were full of blood, they wouldn't bite my parents anymore."

Hey, hey, don't think I haven't read the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars! Isn't that Wu Meng, who let mosquitoes gorge on his blood? Is it really okay for you to plagiarize like this?

And is it really useful for you to stand naked in the courtyard?

I think you're just indulging your exhibitionism!

San Niangzi's beautiful face became a little distorted due to the strong urge to complain.

Li Ang continued, "At that time, I was only twenty years old."

You're twenty years old; what are you exposing! You're just an exhibitionist!

Li Ang shook his head. "Unfortunately, those mosquitoes were inherently vicious and greedy. They sucked me full of bumps but were still not satisfied and still wanted to bite my parents."

San Niangzi asked with a stiff face, "What happened then?"

"This little difficulty is naturally nothing to me,"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I drank arsenic poison to fill my blood with deadly poison and kill those mosquitoes, dying together with them."

??

Why aren't you dead yet?

San Niangzi said dryly, "Haha, the Daozhang is really quick-witted."

"Yes."

Li Ang nodded. "Soon, those mosquitoes were poisoned to death. I also relied on this unique skill to be selected by the imperial palace and became a specially appointed royal crane's crest red appraiser,

specializing in tasting crane's crest red for the imperial family to prevent assassins from poisoning them."

"What an educational story."

San Niangzi praised dryly, changing the subject, "Daozhang, please choose your horse quickly. This place smells so foul that it will stain your crane cloak."

Li Ang nodded and turned to look at the corral.

When the gray donkey saw Li Ang about to leave, a look of determination flashed in its eyes. With an "Ea," it bent its front legs, knelt on the spot, and neighed desperately at Li Ang, biting Li Ang's black cloak and refusing to let go.

"Damn beast!"

The tall and strong waiter cursed and stepped forward, pinching the gray donkey's neck skin hard.

The gray donkey cried with tears streaming down its face, but it still bared its teeth and refused to let go of Li Ang's black cloak.

"Wait!"

Li Ang raised his hand, letting the waiter release the gray donkey.

He squatted down, frowning, and looked at the gray donkey through the fence. "You... do you want to say something to me?"

"Ea!"

The gray donkey nodded, stood up, and waved its unfamiliar front hooves, clumsily writing and drawing on the ground.

Slowly, crooked handwriting appeared on the ground of the corral.

"I"

"Am"

Li Ang read the words on the ground. Behind him, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of San Niangzi and several waiters.

One waiter even reached inside his collar, gripping the handle of a dagger.

Righteous Daoists in this world all have Daoist documents. The death or disappearance of any righteous cultivator will cause a strong reaction from the Martial Virtue Guard and the Daoist sect.

But San Niangzi and her group were running a business that would get them killed. Over the years, they didn't know how many traveling merchants they had harmed.

Even if killing him would cause the Martial Virtue Guard to search for them, they couldn't let the Daoist reveal what happened here.

"Human?"

When Li Ang saw the last word, his expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

Behind him, the tall and burly waiter suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it towards the Daoist's back.

Zheng—

The blade stabbed into the black cloak but couldn't pierce it at all.

The waiter only felt a huge shock in his tiger's mouth, as if he had stabbed solid iron. He subconsciously released the dagger, letting the knife fall to the ground with a clanging sound.

"Hm?"

Li Ang slowly turned around, looked at the suddenly changing faces of San Niangzi and the waiters, and said with a smile, "Attacking from behind? This is not the way to treat guests."

"Invulnerable horizontal training?"

San Niangzi took a half step back, calculating the time in her mind. A sinister look flashed across her still charming face. "What a pity,

Daozhang, you refuse to take the road to heaven, and you've come to hell on your own accord.

Transform for me!"