"I'm just standing here, come and kill me, come and kill me! If you don't have the ability, stop spewing nonsense!"
Zhang Youqian was quite audacious, swaying his body with immense pride, looking as provocatively obnoxious as one could possibly be.
He was frantically drawing aggro, as in his mind, his life was absolutely secure.
"An unreasonable request. In that case, I shall fulfill it for you!"
Mu Feng sighed, and with a wave of his hand, moved so fast that even the old Daoist couldn't see clearly.
A silver needle transformed into a cold glint, shooting directly towards Zhang Youqian.
Before he could react, he was still in his provocative stance.
"Useless trash, you think you can kill me? You lack the ability, remember that!"
However, what happened next completely dumbfounded the old Daoist.
A single silver needle accurately struck Zhang Youqian's vital point.
He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
"Daoist master, save me quickly, please save me! I feel like I'm dying..."
Zhang Youqian collapsed on the ground, convulsing violently as if he had epilepsy.
The old Daoist was utterly shocked. When Mu Feng made his move, he had no time to react.
If that silver needle had been aimed at him, would he have been able to escape?
"Save me, I'm dying..." Zhang Youqian clutched his throat, struggling frantically.
The old Daoist, naturally, couldn't just watch him die. He immediately crouched down, muttering incantations, and began to treat him through some unknown method.
Seeing this, Mu Feng frowned, "Interesting, but even an immortal would be powerless to save him here!"
The old Daoist's gaze was extremely solemn. He realized he was completely unable to treat Zhang Youqian.
He could only watch helplessly as Zhang Youqian died.
"What, what did you do?" the old Daoist roared.
Mu Feng chuckled, "I merely acupunctured his vital point. Didn't you want him dead? I'm just fulfilling your wish!"
"Youngster, you have too much nerve to dare kill someone under my protection! Release his acupoint immediately!" the old Daoist commanded.
"Release it? I don't have that ability. It's irreversible. You can only watch him die!"
The old Daoist used every method he knew, but still couldn't save his life.
In despair, Zhang Youqian tremblingly extended his hand, "Why, why? Aren't you an immortal..."
His face was filled with unwillingness, clearly not wanting to die like this.
But fate had other plans. With a muffled groan, Zhang Youqian breathed his last, undeniably dead.
The old Daoist's heart sank. Although he possessed some divine abilities, he was by no means an immortal.
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, observing everything. He extended his hand and said, "Alright, Daoist master, it's time for you to honor your bet, isn't it?"
The old Daoist's body exuded killing intent. His gaze fixed intently on Mu Feng, "Honor the bet? Youngster, you are too greedy. Today, I shall act on behalf of heaven and kill you, this wicked man, on the spot. I will make you understand that not everyone can be trifled with!"
"What, are you planning to renege? If you don't give me what I want, the consequences will be dire!"
Mu Feng rubbed his nose and pointed at the jade pendant on the old Daoist's waist.
"You beast, how dare you covet this treasure? Die!"
As he spoke, the old Daoist, holding his horsetail whisk, suddenly swung it, sending a surge of powerful internal energy towards Mu Feng.
Mu Feng's brow twitched slightly. He hadn't expected this old Daoist to be a martial arts expert.
Such a potent internal energy would take decades of cultivation to achieve.
But it was unfortunate for him that he encountered Mu Feng, whose skills were far beyond his.
Mu Feng didn't dodge. Instead, he slapped out with his palm, unleashing an even more potent internal energy.
With a loud *bang*, the old Daoist was struck by the aftershock, his insides churning, his blood surging.
With a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed heavily against the wall.
Mu Feng, however, stood unmoving. He slowly walked over, his eyes half-closed.
"You, you actually..." the old Daoist struggled to get up, wiping the blood from his lips.
A mere clash of palms had already left him severely injured, stripping him of all ability to resist.
Mu Feng shook his head, "You are far weaker than I imagined. Hurry and give me what I want, don't make me lose face!"
The old Daoist panted heavily, gritting his teeth, "Never! I absolutely will not give it to you!"
"I say, Daoists, why do you have no integrity? A man without trust, how can he be?" Mu Feng said exasperatedly.
He made up his mind, "Don't think about it anymore. I will absolutely not give it to you!"
"That's not for you to decide!" Mu Feng waved his hand, and the jade pendant flew up automatically, landing in his palm.
The old Daoist's chest felt tight with anger, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"You insolent brat, how dare you, you are too reckless..."
Mu Feng played with the smooth jade pendant in his hand and chuckled, "This jade pendant is indeed quite good. I accept it!"
With that, he slipped the pendant into his pocket and turned to leave.
The jade pendant seemed to be very important to the old Daoist, as he rushed forward desperately, blocking Mu Feng's path.
"You won't leave, return it to me!" the old Daoist extended his hand, his eyes bloodshot.
"You lost this to me, and now it belongs to me. Why should I give it back?" Mu Feng said with a smile.
The old Daoist snorted, "You're doing this on purpose! This jade pendant is of great use to me, and it must not fall into your hands!"
"So you admit you lost the bet? This jade pendant contains some sort of energy. I see that wearing it long-term can significantly enhance one's internal energy, which would be very useful to me. So don't think about it anymore!" Mu Feng flatly refused.
The old Daoist gritted his teeth, "How about we make another bet? If I win, you'll return this jade pendant to me!"
Since he couldn't win in a fight, he had no choice but to try a softer approach.
Mu Feng put his hands in his pockets, "Let's hear it. If it's interesting, I might consider a wager with you!"
"Do you have the courage to go to my Daoist temple? If you can withstand the attack of ten men, I will give you all the medicinal herbs in the temple, regardless of their age!"
Mu Feng shook his head, "Sorry, I'm really not interested. Where can't I buy medicinal herbs?"
"What if I told you they are all hundred-year-old, even thousand-year-old herbs? Don't you have any interest?" the old Daoist enticed him gradually.
"Pfft? Thousand-year-old? Do you know what that means? I'm too lazy to waste time on such unsubstantiated things!"