Slovenly Daoist!
After the Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals left the Kunxu, they hurried without pause toward the Dragon River border.
Yet in some unknown mountain range outside the Kunxu, a filthy, obese middle-aged man stopped them.
"Who might you be, sir, and why have you stopped us?"
Lin Duo was stopped by this man, and his heart shook with alarm. The method the man had just used was far too strange, so strange that even Lin Duo found it hard to believe.
Just now, Lin Duo and several hundred other experts had been speeding across the firmament, as fast as meteors. None of them had noticed the Slovenly Daoist in the mountain range below, yet in the next instant, the man had displayed the immense power to shift heaven and earth, forcibly dragging the Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals down from midair and setting them before him.
The Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals looked the Slovenly Daoist up and down.
The Slovenly Daoist wore a black robe that had not been changed for who knew how many years and had already become shiny with grease. His body reeked of liquor and a pungent stench. He was short, yet unusually fat, like a winter melon that had gained sentience. His messy hair was tied up with a Jade Hairpin, and his puffy face, soaked year-round in wine and meat, was turned toward the Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals in a smile.
"May I ask whether you are the renowned Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals?"
The Slovenly Daoist's face was flushed, and he asked drunkenly.
"That is indeed us. May I ask who you are, and why you used such earth-shaking power to stop us?" Fu Qingshuang asked warily, her hand wrapped around her sharp sword.
"Then there's no mistake..." The Slovenly Daoist beamed. His face