This strange daoist stood at the edge of the fields like a straw man, motionless for a long while.
Several cultivators approached from afar, cursing as they walked.
"These Spirit Farmers have really rebelled..."
"Hard to make a move against them."
"If this keeps up, life for our Sun family will become difficult..."
"I wonder what the family head is planning?"
"Look how wary he is of those few outside cultivators..."
Those few outside cultivators?
Hearing this, the daoist slowly turned his stiff head and glanced at them.
The Sun family cultivators stopped one after another. Seeing that this daoist's aura was weak, his clothes shabby, and his appearance strange, they questioned him:
"Who are you?"
The daoist did not answer. Only a muffled sound emerged from his throat.
Like a cracked leather drum leaking air after too many years, unable to produce a clear sound.
"A mute?"
"Wearing a Bamboo Hat and a rain cape... could he be a Spirit Farmer from East Mountain Village?"
"No, look, he's wearing a Daoist Robe underneath. He looks like a daoist..."
"An outsider?"
The Sun family cultivators discussed it amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, the daoist continued to watch them silently.
Among them was a tall, skinny cultivator with a violent temper. He cursed, "You poor bastard of a daoist, what the fuck are you looking at? Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out..."
Before his words had faded, the daoist suddenly lunged at him.
The tall, skinny cultivator was startled. In his haste, he threw a punch, and that single punch knocked the daoist to the ground.
His heart settled somewhat, and he sneered. "I thought you had some real skill. You dare attack me with just this?"
He then stepped forward and began punching and kicking the daoist, cursing as