Zhang Hupan softly recited several incantations, then pointed forward with his index finger and lightly said, "Open." The immortal mist dispersed in waves, and the scene below the mountain immediately became clear. A group of tourists stood excitedly on the "Dressing Table," taking in the many peaks of Wudang Mountain. "So this is the human world!" As he spoke, Zhang Hupan turned back and took a deep look at all the beast demons before waving his hand. In an instant, he vanished before their eyes. The valley returned to its original appearance, except that one more Daoist was gone.
A Daoist suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain road leading to Yuzhen Palace. This Daoist was none other than our protagonist, Zhang Hupan. Gazing up at Yuzhen Palace atop the mountain and looking at the endless stream of tourists around him, Zhang Hupan thought, This is probably where Master first cultivated! I heard Master say that Wudang's main altar is at Yuzhen Palace, and that there's even an offering statue of him there. I might as well go up with these tourists and take a look. I can also see how Wudang has developed nowadays. Thus, Zhang Hupan picked out a tour group called "Qingshan" and quietly followed behind them. As he sensed the vitality radiating from the people around him, he could not help secretly shaking his head. So mortal vitality is this fragile. No wonder Master said that people generally live no more than a hundred years.
Since it was summer, the weather was rather hot. By the time they reached halfway up the mountain, the people from the "Qingshan" tour group could no longer walk. One after another, they sat down on clean steps or rocks, listlessly grabbing their water bottles and desperately gulping down water. Seeing them stop, Zhang Hupan, despite the sunlight having long since been unable to cause him the slightest harm, habitually found a shady spot and sat down as well. He listened to the tourists' idle chatter about all sorts of things. To Zhang Hupan, everything they said was strange and novel, and even their clothing amazed him.
Thus, Zhang Hupan sat quietly in the shade, listening to their conversation while secretly observing these humans who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Beneath a large tree above and to his right stood two exceptionally beautiful young women. Both wore fairly transparent floral plaid T-shirts and extremely short denim shorts. Their long, shapely legs and their curvaceous upper bodies, half-hidden from view, invited endless imagination. Though Zhang Hupan was already over a hundred years old, he had lived deep in the mountains since childhood and had never seen such a dazzling sight. Even the Dao Heart he had cultivated for a hundred years rippled slightly. Could this be what women are? Their legs look very pretty, and what are those two protruding lumps of flesh on their chests? Why are they so strange? They're even making my heart beat faster! No wonder Master wanted me to descend the mountain to cultivate. The women of this secular world nearly made me lose my Dao Heart. It seems I really need to strengthen my Dao Heart cultivation!
As Zhang Hupan pondered, he occasionally studied the two girls ahead, especially the somewhat more mature woman on the right. She was tall, with an oval face and cherry-red lips, and appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five. Zhang Hupan was not the only one watching the two women. Many of the other men in the group were secretly peeking at them as well. One young man in particular, dressed in a casual white short-sleeved shirt and somewhat handsome, repeatedly let his gaze slide over their long bare legs before reluctantly looking away and swallowing deeply. Lin Ling and Zhao Liya knew that many of the men in the group were spying on them. The young man who thought himself handsome was especially clingy, following them around like a tail. It was only after they had shown him a thing or two that he now dared only to watch them from a distance. They had never expected that an ordinary-looking Daoist who had joined them halfway would stare at them so brazenly, sometimes even fixing his gaze on their chests for a long while. If not for the elders in her family telling her that Wudang Mountain was a mixed bag where experts were everywhere, and if Lin Ling had not hinted at it several times, Zhao Liya would have gone up and beaten Zhang Hupan long ago.
Poor Zhang Hupan had no idea that the two beauties before him had already despised him countless times. He was still curiously studying the legendary women before him. He even secretly compared the various parts of their bodies with his own, concluding that women's bodies were smaller and weaker than men's, but their chests were far more magnificent. I wonder whether their lower bodies are the same as men's? A strange thought suddenly popped into Zhang Hupan's mind. His eyes involuntarily turned toward the place women found most intolerable for men to look at.
Zhao Liya could no longer restrain herself and stood up angrily. Lin Ling was also somewhat annoyed with the young Daoist and stopped trying to hold Zhao Liya back. Poor Zhang Hupan was still struggling over whether to use the Heavenly Eye to investigate the matter when he suddenly sensed killing intent. Though that killing intent could hardly be called killing intent to someone at the Nascent Soul Stage like him, Zhang Hupan still looked in puzzlement at the petite, younger woman charging toward him menacingly. Having never interacted with women before, he somehow felt flustered as Zhao Liya drew closer. His fair face even flushed slightly.
When Zhao Liya saw Zhang Hupan looking somewhat panicked, she assumed he felt guilty and was preparing to flee. She unconsciously quickened her pace, rushed up to him, and swiftly reached for his neck. Although Zhang Hupan was ignorant of worldly affairs, he could still tell the difference between someone attacking him and someone embracing him. His body drifted lightly with the force of her palm like soft silk, dodging Zhao Liya's strike. The movement flashed by like lightning. To outsiders, it looked as if Zhao Liya had inexplicably run up to Zhang Hupan and then punched the empty air above his shoulder. Only Lin Ling and the young man in white knew that Zhao Liya had encountered someone difficult. The young man in white had practiced a little himself, but Zhao Liya had subdued him with nothing more than the light grab she had just used. Now, the Daoist before them was standing in the same spot as if nothing had happened. That could only mean he was also an expert.
Zhao Liya had been certain that her move would succeed, yet the stinking Daoist before her had dodged it effortlessly and was even smiling at her. The humiliation was unbearable. Thus, Zhao Liya changed techniques and used the Zhao Family Eighteen Fist Techniques. The Zhao Family Eighteen Fist Techniques had been created by Zhao Liya's ancestor, Zhao Kuangyi. Practiced to the highest level, they could shatter extraordinarily hard granite. Although Zhao Liya had only reached the fifth level and was still far from the ninth, one of her punches could smash several bricks. In the eyes of mortals, that was already incredibly impressive. Unfortunately, the person Zhao Liya had encountered today was an immortal from the legends of the human world—and an exceptionally powerful one at that.
When Zhao Liya unleashed "Qi Tun Shan He" with astonishing force, she felt a gentle power wrap around her fist, preventing it from advancing even half an inch. No matter how hard she strained, even until her small face flushed red, her fist remained completely motionless. Lin Ling knew Zhao Liya's abilities and realized that she had encountered a true expert. She hurried forward and said, "Young Daoist, please show mercy. My younger sister Liya did not know her own strength and offended you. I apologize to you on her behalf!"
"Sister Lin, don't apologize to this pervert! Go up the mountain and ask Uncle Song to come teach this stinking Daoist a lesson!" Zhao Liya stamped her feet, tears welling in her eyes, and glared fiercely at Zhang Hupan.
"Miss, I can release your younger sister, but you must not let her hit me again! What does 'pervert' mean? And tell your younger sister not to call me a stinking Daoist. Do I really smell?" Zhang Hupan looked at Lin Ling in confusion.
Seeing Zhang Hupan's anxious, aggrieved expression—especially those clear eyes—Lin Ling, who had met all kinds of people, knew he was not pretending. Thus, Lin Ling nodded and said, "All right. I promise my younger sister will not attack you again or curse at you. It's just... just don't look at us so rudely anymore."
Zhang Hupan froze. So staring at girls was impolite, and perhaps staring at them constantly was what a pervert did. After figuring this out, he became even more flustered and deeply regretted his reckless behavior. He hurriedly withdrew the thread of divine power restraining Zhao Liya. He did not dare use a spell to fly, as that would be too shocking, so he could only blush and flee toward the mountaintop in a panic. (To be continued.)
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