"Get lost!"
Faced with such a pustule of a man, even Lin Xuan could not summon any killing intent. For such a spineless immortal cultivator, was there any need to fear his revenge? He spoke coldly.
The brocade-robed young master was both shocked and furious, his eyes filled with venom, but there was even more fear. Though this fellow was used to acting arrogant and overbearing, he still had not become so stupid as to not know what meant life or death. The "villain" before him was clearly not someone he could provoke.
A gentleman's revenge could wait ten years. Once he reported this to the ancestor, he would take proper revenge. If the Monk ran, could the temple run too?
As the thought turned through his mind, the brocade-robed young master groaned and climbed up from the ground.
Supported by two maidservants, he slunk back into the Beast Carriage.
He did not even dare say a few face-saving words. Spiritual light flashed, transforming into a Startling Rainbow that swept off toward the outside of the market.
Such an outcome was something the gathered immortal cultivators had never expected. The gazes they cast toward Lin Xuan also became extraordinarily colorful.
Awe, admiration, but also no lack of taking pleasure in another's misfortune...
That Young Island Master was indeed a mere embroidered pillow of a figure, but Venerable Ten Thousand Lives had long since made his name a thousand years ago, and his temperament was violent in the extreme. For a mere Nascent Soul Realm immortal cultivator to dare move earth on Tai Sui's head—was that not little different from courting death?
Perhaps afraid of being fish caught in the moat fire, the spectating immortal cultivators soon scattered like birds and beasts.
"Many thanks, Senior, for your righteous assistance. Otherwise,