Chapter 795: Another Spring Passes in Wine
The Nen Daoist became famous overnight at Mandarin Duck Shoal, beating Nan Guangzhao half to death.
Nan Guangzhao was thrown into the river by the Nen Daoist, and for a time, no one dared to retrieve him.
A renowned great cultivator of the Flying Ascension stage, he could only drift along the water relying on that tattered water robe.
The Nen Daoist stood on the bank, and in the eyes of all onlookers, naturally had an air of looking around with pride, a lofty Daoist demeanor, an invincible posture.
Over at Mandarin Duck Shoal Island, Qin Zao used heart voice to ask the Nen Daoist from afar: "Senior, can I first rescue Nan Guangzhao?"
The Nen Daoist sneered, "Sure, why not, rescue him all you want. After you fish him out, in a little while you can have someone rescue you."
Qin Zao had no choice.
The nature of this peak Flying Ascension great cultivator absolutely could not be judged by common sense. In the future, he must interact with him as little as possible; if he could avoid him, he would definitely give way.
Li Huai felt extremely uncomfortable. He was used to being the most inconspicuous one in a crowd, and he was completely unsuited to this kind of attention from everyone. It felt like ants crawling all over him—terribly nervous. Who knew how many mountain immortals around Mandarin Duck Shoal, far and near, were currently using their Palm-Viewing Mountains and Rivers to watch the excitement over here?
Li Huai asked, "Are you hurt?"
The Nen Daoist felt warmth in his heart, as if he had eaten a hot pot in the middle of winter. He instantly retracted his arrogant demeanor, grinned, and said, "Not a damn thing wrong. A little bit of divine arts hit me, just like scratching an itch."
Suddenly, the Nen Daoist bent down and lowered his head, rubbing his hands together, and said apologetically, "Young Master, just rest assured. I have been with you day and night, as if accompanied by orchid grass, so I have naturally changed many of my temperaments. Today when I acted, I left plenty of leeway. This old fellow hasn't even dropped in realm, and he doesn't have the guts to seek revenge."
If that old man whose name he didn't know really had the heroic spirit to face death as if it were nothing, that would be fine. Next time they fought, they would both sign a life-and-death contract, pick a secluded place, and strike without worry. Afterwards, the Confucian Temple probably wouldn't even bother.
Previously, he hadn't followed Li Huai's wishes to stop early. He must not let the old blind man hear about this. It was hard to go from luxury to frugality. Being by Li Huai's side, enjoying happiness every day, the Nen Daoist now had no desire to go back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to continue eating dirt.
Li Huai said, "Mountain grudges, that's what I fear most. But your realm is high, and you have your own temper, so I can't say much to dissuade you. It's just that the Haoran World is not like the Hundred Thousand Mountains; one matter can easily lead to a thousand others. So Senior still needs to be careful. Finally, to say something unpleasant: a person cannot be led around by face. Face is fine to have, but not too much."
Li Huai's only tenet in walking the jianghu was: I won't bring trouble on myself, and trouble had better not bother me.
The Nen Daoist sighed inwardly, able to feel Li Huai's sincerity and concern. He nodded and said softly, "The Young Master's lesson is correct. Only