What, That's All?

A thousand miles east of the Demon Race World, bordering the Vast and Righteous World, an old man slowly rode a Black and White Big Dog down the mountain.

"Sir, please have a seat here. Would you like something to drink?"

A deer demon waiter quickly went to greet them, his manner extremely attentive, comparable to a model of service industry service.

"Half a pound of beef, and a pot of your best wine," the old man said with a smile, stroking his breath. "And three bowls of hot rice for my dog friend."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Wait."

"Is there anything else you need, sir?"

Give me another wine bowl.

"No problem."

Soon, braised beef and a pot of rough but the restaurant's best wine were served.

The large Black and White Big Dog, as tall as a person, was also eating its warm dog food, looking very happy.

Just as the Doggy had finished eating its food and the old man was still drinking alone, a faint floral fragrance slowly drifted through the wine shop at the foot of the mountain.

Apart from the elderly, the shopkeeper, the waiter, and all the other customers closed their eyes and either slumped over the table or collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

The fragrance of flowers led to a woman who appeared to be around thirty years old.

She looked to be around thirty years old and was wearing a light blue floral pleated skirt with a misty green hue.

Her skin was like solidified cream, and her fragrance was like a delicate orchid. Her hair was styled in a low bun with a hollowed-out gold hairpin adorned with specks of purple jade, and the tassels cascaded down her dark hair.

A white brocade belt cinched her slender waist, and her jet-black hair was styled into a simple bun, adorned only with a white jade hairpin shaped like a plum blossom. Though simple, it exuded a fresh and elegant charm.

However, on the bridge of her upturned nose was an oval-shaped object, like a mirror, but also transparent.

What's even more puzzling is her open white lab coat.

The outfit was clearly incongruous, but on this woman, it somehow looked harmonious.

The woman in the white coat slowly walked forward and kicked the Black and White Big Dog lying in front of her away. The dog didn't even dare to bark; it just slumped to one side with its head drooping, looking very aggrieved.

The woman sat down in front of the old man, crossed her legs, and her pretty face was full of impatience.

"Hey old man, I'm just going to see my precious apprentice, you don't have to stop me like this, do you?"

The old man, whom the woman called "old thing," chuckled, "In the Demon Race World, no one dares to call me that."

"Oh? What should I call you then? Matchmaker Old Man? Ugh... No, no, I feel like you're taking advantage of me." The woman waved her hand, clearly resistant.

"You little brat, how am I taking advantage of being your grandfather at my age?" the old man chuckled and scolded. "Alright, what are you doing in the Demon Race World this time? Aren't your disciples all establishing sects in the Vast and Righteous World? Why are you in this godforsaken Demon Race World of mine?"

"What? I've taken on another little apprentice, Closed-Door Disciple? That won't do." The woman poured herself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Alright, you can take whomever you want." The old man shook his head. "But you are at the Ascension Realm. If I let you enter the Demon Race World so recklessly, the other juniors might not be convinced. Or are you going to use your Ascension Realm as Medical Cultivators to confront the Ascension Realm of my younger generation?"

"Tch, I'm already an old woman, don't they know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

The old man chuckled and said, "I'm quite old, so can't you at least show some respect for this old man?"

"Hehe." The woman chuckled twice, her tone full of sarcasm...

"Who taught you that?"

"I am Closed-Door Disciple," the woman yawned, "What if I insist on barging in?"

The old man squinted, ate a piece of braised beef, and said, "What do you think?"

"Tsk... troublesome." The woman took another sip of wine. "So, what are your conditions?"

"It's simple. When my Demon Race World travels to the Vast and Righteous World, you shouldn't interfere. Let the younger generation have some fun."

That's it?

"That's it."

"Okay, I agree."

"You agreed so readily?"

"Hahahaha," the woman laughed loudly, "Because I don't believe you have that ability."

Picking up the unopened wine flask on the table, the woman waved and turned to leave. "I'm leaving. Your dog's sick. I've already cured that kick. You're welcome."

As the woman disappeared from the spot, the old man smiled and shook his head, continuing to drink his small glass of wine. But after just one sip, he sensed something was wrong.

"This girl..."

Clutching his backside, the old man dropped a tael of silver and quickly crouched down in the bushes.

Ride the Wind, in less than five days, this Ascension Realm Medicine Immortal who had attained enlightenment through medicine had already arrived ten miles away from the Rakshasa Pavilion.

Just as the woman was eager to see her apprentice, she noticed her current appearance.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot."

She patted her head, her body began to shrink, her back became slightly hunched, and her hair gradually turned white.

In the blink of an eye, she had transformed from a beautiful young woman into a sixty-year-old woman.

Upon reaching the Mountain Gate of the Rakshasa Gate, the woman disguised as an old woman pondered for a moment, then flicked her sleeve, releasing a thick cloud of pale pink medicinal powder.

Under her influence, the mere sleeveful of medicinal powder drifted across the twenty peaks of the Rakshasa Pavilion.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all the disciples of the Rakshasa Pavilion, except for the Pavilion Master who was at the Nascent Soul Realm, were lying on the ground screaming in agony. They felt as if their blood was about to burst through their veins and their whole bodies were about to explode.

In the courtyard of the Rakshasa Pavilion, Jiang Lin was explaining to his sister-in-law the accident that happened between him and Sister Su Su that day.

Just as the sister-in-law was being fooled by Jiang Lin and was almost convinced by her brother-in-law's lies, suddenly, the nine Flying Sword behind the girl trembled simultaneously.

The next moment, nine Flying Sword simultaneously shot out, forming a sword formation that surrounded the two of them.

Jiang Lin stood up and looked up at the pale pink powder.

Brother-in-law...

Qing Lian nervously tugged at her brother-in-law's clothes.

"It's alright." Jiang Lin smiled and patted Qing Lian's head. "It's one of my brother-in-law's teachers who's here."

Stepping out of Qing Lian's sword formation, Jiang Lin picked up the pink powder with his fingers and tasted it. Then, Jiang Lin took out bottles and jars and began to prepare the medicine.

After a short while, Jiang Lin waved his sleeve, and the black poison powder, propelled by his Spiritual Power, scattered throughout the Rakshasa Pavilion.

Half an incense stick later, the Rakshasa Pavilion disciples who had fallen to the ground had all regained their composure and were no longer in serious danger.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the courtyard, an elderly woman slowly walked into the courtyard.

Looking at Jiang Lin, the old man smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad, your skills haven't declined."

Upon seeing the old man who had once taught him medicine, Jiang Lin bowed and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect befitting a junior.

Thank you for your trouble, Grandma.