"Golden Core cultivator!" The effeminate youth and the young woman looked at the one-armed bearded man before them with sudden and drastic changes in expression. Before coming, they had already sent people to investigate this one-armed bearded man's background. About five or six years ago, he had been rescued on a mountain path by the Yu Household couple of Red Fish Town while they were out visiting relatives.
Later, this person had opened a winery in an alley less than two hundred meters away from the Yu Household's home to make a living. For four or five years, he had been dead drunk every single day.
The effeminate youth had originally thought he had bumped into a down-on-his-luck spirit wine brewer, so he sent people to invite this fellow over, wanting to coerce him into handing over the remaining Green Bamboo Brew or brew spirit wine for him. He just never expected that what he thought was merely a trivial matter would actually kick an iron plate—this one-armed bearded man, whom he had assumed to be utterly decadent, turned out to be a Golden Core cultivator.
In the dilapidated alleys of Red Fish Town, even relatively formidable secular martial artists were unwilling to stay, let alone a Golden Core cultivator.
An oppressive aura, dense as a mountain, erupted from the one-armed bearded man, pressing down heavily upon the effeminate youth and the young woman. Cold sweat poured from both of their foreheads. The difference in realm and strength was simply too vast, and coupled with the one-armed bearded man's deliberate execution, that intangible pressure actually felt as though a weight of a thousand catties had been cast upon them. It pressed down so hard that the two could not catch their breath, and their legs trembled as they were about