289: lend a helping hand

"Are you saying this master has wronged you then?"

"Hmph! You seek death!"

The fierce Middle-aged Cultivator snorted coldly.

He raised his right foot high and stomped down towards the waiter on the ground.

The waiter was merely a Mortal; after this stomp, he would surely not survive.

"Stop!"

As the voice sounded, the liquor in the cup held by the Young Cultivator sitting by the window fell back into the cup.

Behind him.

The shabbily dressed Cultivator slapped out a Talisman, which landed on the young waiter lying on the ground, transforming into a light shield that blocked the foot of the fierce Middle-aged Cultivator.

"Bang!"

The fierce Middle-aged Cultivator paused, the magical power of his Qi Refining Fourth Layer surging forth, crushing the light shield under his foot.

Taking advantage of this momentary pause, the shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator channeled his magical power, pulling the waiter away just as the Talisman shattered.

The fierce Middle-aged Cultivator's foot missed its target. He did not continue to attack the waiter.

He turned around, looking towards the shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator and the bearded man.

"Good, good, good!"

"What audacity, daring to interfere with my Peng Family's affairs."

A flash of anger crossed the fierce Middle-aged man's heart, but the viciousness on his Face slightly subsided as he questioned the shabbily dressed Cultivator.

"Which family's Disciple are you? State your name!"

The shabbily dressed Cultivator's expression changed.

"Fellow Daoists, there must be a misunderstanding here. Why should we Cultivators trouble ourselves with a mere Mortal?"

The shabbily dressed Cultivator secretly groaned. He was nothing more than a Loose Cultivator without any backing, and his cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Early Stage.

His previous action was merely a subconscious impulse.

Naturally, he would not dare to make an enemy of the Peng Family.

Now, he only hoped to resolve the situation through words.

Beside him, the bearded man felt helpless.

He understood his close friend's temperament.

He was kind-hearted and loved to meddle in other people's business.

Although the shabbily dressed Cultivator had not explained the reason for his current impoverished state over the past few years.

The bearded man had already guessed some of the reasons.

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this.

The several Cultivators of the Peng Family burst into laughter.

"So, you are just a Loose Cultivator?"

"A mere Loose Cultivator dares to meddle in this master's affairs, and even lecture him."

"I think you are tired of living!"

The fierce Middle-aged Cultivator's expression turned cold.

Based on the man's demeanor, words, and clothing, he had already determined that the shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator had no background.

His tone was chilling.

"Fellow Daoist, let us talk this out."

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator's Face drastically changed.

Despite such a huge commotion, neither the manager of the tavern nor the stationed Cultivator came out, and even the Mortal waiter had already run off without a trace.

Only the onlookers watching from afar remained.

"Why did I have to stick my neck out like this..."

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged man mentally slapped himself twice.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you want?"

The bearded man silently stood up and positioned himself beside the shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator.

"Heh heh ~"

"Hand over both of your Storage Pouches to me, and this master will let you two off."

That Cultivator of the Peng Family spoke with a chuckle.

"This..."

"I will take responsibility for my own actions. Brother Liu has nothing to do with this."

"I will give you my Storage Pouch."

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator ignored the pain in his heart.

He was afraid that dragging this out further would implicate his good friend.

He quickly took off his Storage Pouch and tossed it over.

The Cultivator of the Peng Family received it.

He opened it and glanced inside, a look of disdain flashing across his eyes.

"Pauper..."

He casually handed the Storage Pouch to another person from the Peng Family.

The fierce Middle-aged man, who was the leader, pointed his finger toward the bearded man.

"His too."

"Fellow Daoist, do not go too far in bullying others!"

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator's heart sank.

He was still not satisfied even after this.

It was fine for him, but he absolutely could not let his good friend suffer such a loss because of him.

"Forget it, Brother Yin, just give it to him."

The bearded man was silent for a moment. Without blaming him, he prepared to take off the Storage Pouch from his waist.

"No!"

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged man stopped him immediately, about to say something more.

"You seek death!"

Meanwhile, the patience of the Cultivator of the Peng Family was completely worn out.

He slapped his waist with his right hand, and a wooden longsword appeared before him.

"Go!"

The magical power of his Qi Refining Fourth Layer was entirely poured into the wooden sword.

Following the fierce Cultivator's pointing finger.

The wooden sword shot straight toward the two men.

"Brother Liu, I will block him for a moment, you go first."

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged man pushed the bearded man back with a reverse hand motion, shielding him behind himself.

The magical power of his Qi Refining Third Layer frantically circulated throughout his body.

He formed a hand seal, and a flowing light shield appeared in front of him.

However, the bearded man did not flee; instead, he stepped forward.

A circular disk flew out from his hand, rapidly growing larger as magical power was injected into it.

"Brother Yin, how could I abandon you and leave alone? Besides, we might not even be able to escape if we tried."

The bearded man spoke quickly.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

The fierce Middle-aged man's tone was disdainful, and the speed of the wooden sword increased again.

In the blink of an eye, it was about to collide with the circular disk.

Just then.

"Ding!"

A light sound entered everyone's ears.

It was the sound made by a finger lightly flicking a wine pot.

As the sound appeared.

In the first-floor hall.

The wine pots placed on every table suddenly trembled, and all the liquor inside flew out.

Streams of fine liquid instantly converged from all directions between the wooden magical sword and the circular disk.

They formed a ball of water the size of a human head.

"Boom!"

The water ball formed by the liquor burst open with a loud roar.

The wooden magical sword flew backward.

It directly struck the Cultivator of the Peng Family, causing him to stagger back several steps.

On the other side.

The circular disk shrunk again and fell back into the bearded man's hand.

"What exquisite control of Spiritual Qi!"

"Just some liquor was able to block Peng Sanyuan's full-strength strike."

Someone among the distant onlookers exclaimed.

"Who is it!"

Peng Sanyuan stabilized himself and shouted the question sharply.

"What a pity, what a pity, so much fine wine wasted..."

A soft sigh came from beside the table where the two shabbily dressed Cultivators had originally been sitting.

Everyone looked over, only to see a Young Cultivator dressed in a blue robe sitting calmly, holding a wine cup that was already empty.

They were all startled, realizing that there was a Cultivator present whom they had seemingly failed to notice before.

"And who are you?"

Peng Sanyuan asked in a deep voice.

However, he felt a lack of confidence in his heart.

To effortlessly block his full-strength strike like that, this person was not to be underestimated.

"How unlucky!"

Peng Sanyuan cursed internally. He had merely taken a temporary mission to cause a disturbance here, intending to capture two Loose Cultivators and seize their resources.

He never expected another person to pop up.

"Many thanks for your assistance, Fellow Daoist."

The shabbily dressed Middle-aged Cultivator and the bearded man both offered their thanks.

"I am new here and simply wanted a quiet place to enjoy some wine."

"How about you gentlemen give me some Face and cease your actions here? What do you say?"

The Young Cultivator turned his head, revealing a delicate Face.

"Give you Face? Who do you think you are?"

Although Peng Sanyuan lacked confidence internally, he did not need to be overly fearful in this Yunmiao City.

"Heh heh ~"

The Young Cultivator chuckled softly.

With a thought.

His right hand swept past his waist.

He lightly flicked his hand.

In mid-air.

A token suddenly appeared, slowly rotating and emitting mysterious fluctuations.

One side bore dark, profound patterns, seemingly concealing the essence of the Dao.

The other side featured a simple, ancient character: 'Zhou'.

"This..."

"Could this be..."

The hearts of the onlookers were greatly alarmed.

"Qingyang Zhou Clan!"