In a secluded ancient temple nestled in the mountains, Duan Lao Liu clung to the leg of a white-haired elder, wailing like a pig being slaughtered.
"Master, I don't want to leave! I haven't served you enough yet!"
Duan Lao Liu cried with great effort, but no tears came. Instead, two streams of snot trickled down.
The white-haired elder's eyes were red, on the verge of tears.
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As soon as the words fell, an elder in luxurious attire produced a black card.
The elder was fair-skinned and beardless, looking quite prosperous.
He spoke with a face full of smiles.
"Heh heh, Lao Liu, you've learned our true teachings. What difficulty would there be in making money? Take this card first. It doesn't have much money, just three to five billion. It's Fifth Master's pocket money for you!"
"Thank you, Fifth Master!"
Duan Lao Liu, for the first time, offered his thanks.
It proved that money not only made ghosts push mills but also sweetened people's words.
When it was the next person's turn, Duan Lao Liu licked his lips but ultimately dared not speak.
He had intended to skip this master, but Sixth Master, hidden within a black robe, unusually spoke first.
"See this thumb ring, and you see me."
As the words echoed, a dark golden thumb ring was placed on Lao Liu's left thumb.
Duan Lao Liu nodded to Sixth Master; everything was understood without words.
Then, he opened his arms and lunged towards a stunningly beautiful woman.
The woman had fair, smooth skin and exuded a faint, captivating fragrance.
Her alluring curves were accentuated by a red dress.
Just as Duan Lao Liu was about to embrace her, the woman delivered a sharp rap on his head!
Puffing out her chest, she cursed, "You stinking brat, you still want to take advantage of me?"
Duan Lao Liu greedily inhaled the scent in the air and chuckled.
"Seventh Master, you know I'm most reluctant to leave you. Why don't you come down the mountain with me? Isn't it better than guarding these old geezers!"
Seventh Master giggled repeatedly, while the other six elders' faces turned ashen.
"You stinking brat, if I followed you, how would you chase girls? Think about all those girls, tall, short, fat, thin, in uniform, in black stockings..."
Duan Lao Liu swallowed, interrupting, "Seventh Master, you don't need to say more. I think I know what to do."
Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow swept away, and the voice from behind echoed from the foot of the mountain.
It was a joke; when choosing between a single big tree and a vast forest, one would certainly choose the forest!
...
Inside the ancient temple, only the seven masters remained, exchanging glances.
"That little devil, we've finally managed to send him away!"
First Master let out a long sigh of relief, but his brows and eyes showed no ease.
Second Master smiled with relief, "He's learned the true teachings of all seven of us. No matter where this brat goes, he'll stir up a storm!"
Seventh Master's face showed sorrow, "It's a pity, this parting might be forever. I already miss him."
Third Master shook his head and sighed, "It can't be helped. He's still young. We can't let him accompany us old folks to his death!"
Fourth Master snorted angrily, "A mere Ghost Sword Immortal. We weren't afraid of him twenty years ago, and we won't be afraid of him twenty years later."
Fifth Master clattered his abacus, "Twenty years ago, we only narrowly won by a stratagem. He's been in seclusion for twenty years, his power must have greatly increased, while we've merely wasted twenty years. With this gain and loss, this battle... is perilous!"
Sixth Master made the final decision, "Let's do it!"
...
Jiangyang Railway Station was bustling with people.
Duan Lao Liu squatted at the exit immediately after disembarking.
It wasn't that he wanted to rest, but he found the scenery from this angle particularly good.
What about hip-hugging short skirts, black stockings, and fair, long legs... it was exciting, satisfying. He couldn't see such good scenery on the mountain!
But no matter how good the scenery was, he couldn't keep looking, or people would think he was a bumpkin.
Even though he dressed like a bumpkin and acted like one.
He just didn't want to be seen as a bumpkin.
Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Duan Lao Liu stood up and stretched.
Bang!
A muffled thud.
Duan Lao Liu turned to see a dark, skinny punk with dyed yellow hair lying on the ground.
He looked like a dried-up rabbit.
"Fuck, don't you have eyes?"
Before Duan Lao Liu could figure out what happened, the punk started cursing.
"Are you okay, brother? I was just stretching, I didn't expect to knock you over like this!"
Duan Lao Liu wondered if his power had recently increased, how could he injure someone just by walking past!
The punk wailed, "Okay? You broke my arm, and you say I'm okay? I can't even stand up now!"
Duan Lao Liu was stunned, "Your arm is broken, so why can't you stand up? From a medical perspective, you'd only be unable to stand if your leg was broken!"
The punk was also stunned.
Damn it, he had been careless.
"I don't care, you injured me anyway. If you don't compensate me, you're not leaving!"
Duan Lao Liu chuckled, "How much do you want me to compensate?"
The punk's eyes darted around, "You're not leaving today without five thousand yuan!"
Duan Lao Liu's smile widened, "Brother, if I'm not mistaken, you're trying to scam me, aren't you!"