"You..."
The burly cultivator clutched his chest, disbelief written all over his face. "...Who exactly are you?"
"I used to farm in Qingliu Town."
Seeing him cough up blood, Wu Er subconsciously swallowed as well. "Now, thanks to the sect master taking me in, I'm in charge of guarding Fengyue Temple's gate..."
"Utter nonsense!"
Hearing this, the cultivator opposite him seemed to grow emotional. Clutching his chest, he said hoarsely, "A lowly little sect like Fengyue Temple... no connections, no resources... How could it possibly cultivate someone like you?!"
"D-Don't slander our Fengyue Temple!"
Wu Er hurriedly retorted, "Our sect master is the greatest immortal in the world, with abilities that reach the heavens. Everything I have today is thanks to his favor..."
As he said this, Wu Er's expression turned serious. "So don't you dare slander our sect master!"
"Hmph..."
Yet upon hearing this, the cultivator opposite him suddenly began to laugh. "Heh heh heh..."
There was something strange about his laughter. He first covered his forehead with one hand, initially only chuckling quietly, but the laughter grew louder and louder until he seemed completely mad. "Heh heh heh hahahahaha!!!"
"You..."
Wu Er had been an ordinary mortal until recently, and the man's behavior made his scalp tingle. "...What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at how your state of mind is no different from that of a mortal ant, yet you still dare spout such grandiose nonsense."
The cultivator wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, a flash of brutality passing through his eyes. Then he poured several pills from his gourd and tossed them into his mouth. "...Do you really think you can hurt me?"
"What?"
Wu Er froze slightly at that.
"You're nothing but a stray dog that stumbled upon a bit of fortune,