Lion Catches Rabbit, Still Uses Full Strength

Chapter 34: Even a Lion Exerts Full Strength When Hunting a Rabbit

Chende Ward, Tang Residence.

Great Immortal Kongchen had been reading books all morning. As the spring breeze blew in the afternoon, he felt a bit drowsy and decided to take a nap on a long bench in the pavilion in the courtyard.

A small head popped out from the corner of the wall, its eyes peeking downwards furtively. Upon seeing the profile of the Daoist, who looked like a figure from a painting, on the long bench, it fearfully retracted its head, as if afraid of being discovered by the Daoist.

Her gaze searched around and finally spotted the donkey lying at the foot of the wall. Tang Yao's eyes immediately darted around, and she covered her mouth, starting to giggle.

This Great Immortal was very aloof and difficult to deal with, so Tang Yao decided to take a different approach and set her sights on the Donkey Guardian General.

After all, she had finally encountered an immortal; she had to seize the opportunity.

If she could learn even a single immortal technique, wouldn't she be able to walk through Jianghu unimpeded?

Heroine Hong Yuan could already picture herself standing in the sky, controlling lightning with her left hand and a sea of fire with her right, with demons bowing at her feet.

Wouldn't that allow her to gather material wherever she pleased? She could enter any Righteous Sect or venture into any Demon Lair or Sea of Blood.

Whose storybook would she want to write? What kind of firsthand inside stories and materials would she not be able to find?

Immediately, the donkey took the bait.

The Donkey Guardian General smelled the aroma of wine and meat. How could it resist such temptation? It was instantly won over by Tang Yao.

Tang Yao's large eyes were filled with the joy of a successful plan. "Grandpa Donkey, come, come, eat more."

General Donkey ate until its mouth was greasy. "Not bad, not bad. You're quite savvy for a little girl."

Opening its mouth, the fine wine from the wine pot poured into the donkey's mouth like a reversed waterfall.

The donkey shook its head. "This wine is still lacking in flavor. It can't compare to the Drunken Immortal Brew from Gongzhou!"

Tang Yao immediately stepped forward. "Grandpa Donkey, please be patient. The waiter from Tianxiang Tower will soon bring the most famous fine wine from Jiangting, Southern Wind Spring."

"What else do you want? Just say the word, Grandpa Donkey."

The donkey ate three full tables of food ordered from Tianxiang Tower and drank until the floor was covered with empty bottles before drunkenly saying:

"You are a very good girl. I, this Donkey Guardian General, think highly of you. If you have any requests in the future, don't hesitate to ask."

Tang Yao's eyes lit up. She had worked hard all afternoon, and her money was all spent. Wasn't this the moment she had been waiting for?

Tang Yao squeezed her empty money pouch and pouted, saying, "Grandpa Donkey and Great Immortal, you are both Immortals from the heavens. You don't know how hard life is for us mortals!"

"It's so dangerous for us young girls to travel in Jianghu. Bad guys are always watching us. Every time I go out, I have to disguise myself and walk on the road with extreme caution."

"Can Grandpa Donkey teach me your divine fire immortal technique? If I learn it, I'll never be afraid of those Demon Lords and villains again."

General Donkey shook its head repeatedly. "No, no. That's a divine ability. How can you, a mortal, learn it?"

Somewhat disappointed, Tang Yao racked her brain and made another request. "Or can you teach me a flying spell? If I could fly, no one would be able to catch me."

Tang Yao slapped her thigh, thinking her idea was brilliant.

General Donkey looked at Tang Yao and snorted twice, as if finding such a trivial skill not worth mentioning. "Wanting to fly isn't difficult. I have a technique called Cloud-Ascending Step."

"As long as you step on your right foot with your left, and your left foot with your right, and move fast enough, you can fly."

"However, this technique requires exceptional talent. Your aptitude is mediocre, so don't even think about it."

Tang Yao was extremely disappointed. Finally, she thought of the Sword Immortal Beyond the Heavens' sword strike. If she could learn this sword strike, she could be a Sword Immortal and roam Jianghu.

She was still ruthlessly rejected by General Donkey. "That is Master's unique sword technique and cannot be easily passed on."

However, the Donkey Guardian General was not a stingy donkey. Having eaten so much, it had to show some appreciation.

"Alas! Seeing your sincerity, I will bestow this Divine Hair upon you."

"Sew it into an amulet and wear it on your body. Pray to me, this Donkey Guardian General, day and night. As long as you are sincere, it will protect your life if you encounter calamity in the future."

"But remember, if your heart is not sincere, this amulet will not work."

Money flowed out like water and into the donkey's stomach.

And this donkey was watertight, licking off every bit of the sugar coating of the sugar-coated cannonball, returning the cannonball intact.

Tang Yao held the donkey hair, her delicate nose almost twitching with anger.

Now she truly understood the nature of this cunning donkey.

At this moment, a voice from far away in the courtyard reached Tang Yao's ears, startling her so much that her spine tingled. She thought her little actions had been exposed.

For some reason, Tang Yao always felt a timid aura surge within her whenever she encountered Great Immortal Kongchen, as if a mouse had encountered a cat.

"Someone will knock on the back door later. Go and welcome him, then bring him to see me."

Tang Yao went to the back door, opened it, and looked outside. There wasn't a soul in sight.

"There's no one? Besides, Great Immortal hasn't gone out, and no one is delivering a message, so how would he know someone is coming?"

However, just as she closed the door, a shadow leaped from the eaves in the distance a few times before landing in front of the door.

The figure looked around furtively, as if afraid of being discovered. He carefully grasped the copper ring on the door and knocked a few times.

Feng Yusheng, who had just pledged his loyalty and sworn a poisonous oath at the Poison God Altar, had, in the blink of an eye, arrived at Chende Ward and transformed into a loyal lackey of Great Immortal Kongchen.

"He actually came?" Tang Yao heard the knock on the door and opened it to find someone standing outside.

She was immediately shocked. Had Great Immortal Kongchen already known before the person even arrived?

"Could this be the legendary Divine Calculation?" Tang Yao once again felt the unfathomable depth of Great Immortal Kongchen. With such a magical ability, who in the world could possibly defeat someone who could calculate with a mere flick of their fingers?

Great Immortal Kongchen, clad in a loose Daoist robe, held a book in one hand. The setting sun cast half its light on him, creating a division as if of Yin and Yang.

As soon as he entered, Feng Yusheng eagerly stepped forward and shouted.

He seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred for the Poison God Altar, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Great Immortal! Those people from the Poison God Altar are truly wicked to the core."

"We absolutely cannot let them off the hook."

Originally, Feng Yusheng felt a sliver of guilt for betraying the Poison God Altar, fearing he'd be hunted by everyone in Jianghu if the news got out.

But now, he felt as if he had suddenly transformed, becoming a righteous figure who painstakingly infiltrated, endured hardship for revenge, and ultimately overthrew the Five Gods Cult that harmed the common people—a peerless hero.

From now on, when the news spread throughout Jianghu, who would dare not address him as Feng Yusheng, Great Hero Feng?

For a moment, Feng Yusheng felt that becoming a renowned and admired hero in Jianghu was no longer a distant dream. Traveling the martial world, even without unmatched martial arts, having such a heroic reputation was enough capital to reach the peak.

He never expected that yesterday Feng Yusheng was lamenting "Wind whispers, Yi River freezes, the brave warrior departs, never to return," but today, upon arrival, he seemed completely resolute in following him.

The Daoist raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Feng Yusheng with a bit more seriousness, as if judging the truth of his words: "Tell me in detail."

Feng Yusheng then recounted everything he had seen and heard that day, especially about the Poison God.

A large part of his anger was genuine. While he wasn't exactly a righteous Jianghu figure, he had never committed such evil deeds. Feeding living people to such a monster—the thought alone made Feng Yusheng's stomach churn.

The Daoist closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "This humble Daoist plans to travel the river alone tomorrow to investigate the Poison God Altar's lanterns and the painted boats under their banner. And I will be traveling alone, without a mount."

Feng Yusheng's mind raced, and he immediately understood Great Immortal Kongchen's intention: "This humble one understands. I will immediately make all the necessary arrangements."

Gao Xian had already made his move; now it was up to whether the Five Gods Cult dared to act.

However, no matter how they attacked, since Gao Xian knew their background, he naturally had plans to counter them. The only difference was that Gao Xian had previously been unsure whether to completely eradicate and uproot the Five Gods Cult.

But at this moment, he had made up his mind.

Poison God Altar Headquarters.

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar slammed the bead he was playing with onto the table, embedding it directly into the wood.

"What? He found our Poison God Lanterns from the Lantern Festival and our painted boats? Is he trying to investigate the Poison God Altar's background?"

"What is he trying to do? Does he think we're made of mud?"

"This old ox nose is ungrateful! He's determined to pursue us relentlessly!"

Despite their angry curses, the Poison God Altar felt a flicker of panic.

But then they thought again, and it seemed different. The River God was outside the city and had no support. This time, it was on their home turf, and they would be attacking an unsuspecting opponent.

"The river is our territory. This time, I will ensure this old ox nose dies without a burial place."

Feng Yusheng tried to dig for clues about the main altar: "Should we report this to the Cult Leader at the main altar?"

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar shook his head: "Hahaha! You still don't know the situation of our Five Gods Cult. What kind of person is the Cult Leader? A being like an immortal, who never bothers with such trivial matters. Even Prince Jian, if he wanted to see the Cult Leader, it wouldn't be that easy."

"If it weren't for Prince Jian producing that thing from back then, he wouldn't have gotten it so easily..."

As if touching upon a secret that Feng Yusheng shouldn't know, the Altar Master of the Poison God Altar immediately stopped speaking.

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar had another sentence he didn't say.

Although the Five Gods Cult was called the Five Gods Cult, apart from True Lord Xuanzhu Huode, the other four gods were merely playthings casually enlightened by the Cult Leader.

They weren't even as important as his dogs; dogs could at least see their master daily, whereas these four could only be considered tools.

Therefore, on weekdays, they only received orders from the Cult Leader above and didn't even have the qualification to meet him.

However, this arrangement also gave the Altar Masters of each altar considerable autonomy. Most affairs didn't need to be reported and could be handled independently, as long as the tasks assigned by the main altar were completed on time without errors.

But their own strength relied on monsters like the Five Gods, making it impossible for them to escape the control of the Cult Leader.

Thinking about it, just mobilizing their Poison God Altar alone didn't seem sufficient insurance.

He recalled the fall of the magnificent Silver Flower Palace and the death of the River God.

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar decided he should visit the Mountain God Altar. The two altars would attack together.

Even a lion hunts a rabbit with its full strength. This time, they had to ensure that Daoist died without a burial place. He shouldn't think he was invincible under heaven just because he had mastered a minor unusual skill.