The Mortal Who Dared to Scold Wang Lin, Daniu!

Meanwhile, standing in the corner, Yue Guan had been quietly serving as nothing more than background scenery.

But the moment Wang Lin took out that "candy," Yue Guan felt his heart twitch violently, nearly causing him to lose his grip on the broom in his hand.

As the top master of plants and pharmacology on the Douluo Continent, Yue Guan's perception of various herbs and medicinal pills was absolutely second to none.

Just a moment ago, he had caught a faint, incredibly subtle fragrance.

Though the scent was faint, it carried a terrifying vitality that made one's very soul tremble.

Yue Guan took a deep breath of the lingering aroma, only to find that his level 96 soul power, which had just broken through, showed signs of further loosening.

"What... what level of pill is that..."

Yue Guan's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Little Niu as he smacked his lips, his heart screaming in a frenzy.

That was absolutely not some sugar ball!

If all the energy contained within that pill were to erupt, it would likely level an entire mountain.

Yet, that Shopkeeper Wang had actually treated such a peerless immortal pill like candy, casually feeding it to a mortal child who didn't even possess soul power!

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Tang San sat before a stone table, his previously calm expression changing instantly.

He stood up abruptly, his eyes glowing with intense purple light as he stared fixedly at the image on the Sky Screen.

His body trembled slightly from excitement.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu was startled by Tang San's reaction and quickly grabbed his arm.

Tang San swallowed hard, his finger trembling as he pointed at the light screen.

"Do you know what that man in grey just took out?"

Tang San's voice was incredibly dry, as if his throat were filled with sand.

The surrounding teachers and students gathered around, looking at him with confusion.

Tang San took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, but he could not hide the shock in his tone.

"I have seen many peerless immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

"But, if you were to extract the medicinal power of all those herbs and concentrate it a thousand, even ten thousand times..."

"I fear it still wouldn't compare to that tiny pill!"

Hearing Tang San's assessment, Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he asked in a rough voice, "Little San, are you sure you didn't misread it? That looked like a sugar bean used to coax a child."

Tang San shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Teacher Zhao, my Purple Demon Eye can see the essence of energy."

"That pill is wrapped in a layer of spiritual energy to lock in its medicinal properties, which is why it looks like an ordinary candy."

"The vitality contained within is enough to shed one's mortal frame and cleanse the marrow."

"On the Douluo Continent, if an ordinary person were to eat that pill, they wouldn't even need to cultivate; the medicinal power would directly open up all their meridians and guarantee them a path to becoming a Titled Douluo!"

Boom!

Tang San's words were like a heavy bomb, detonating directly across the Shrek Academy playground.

It wasn't just the people at Shrek; every soul master across the entire continent who heard this analysis felt their minds go blank.

A single pill, guaranteeing a Titled Douluo?

This had already exceeded the limits of their understanding!

On the Douluo Continent, countless soul masters risked their lives in the soul beast forests just to raise their soul power by a single level.

Countless geniuses cultivated day and night, only to end up stuck at the Soul Douluo realm until their dying day.

Yet now, a woodcarving shop owner in the Renegade Immortal World could casually pull out an immortal pill capable of creating a Titled Douluo and use it as candy for a snot-nosed mortal child!

Such a waste of heaven's gifts, such absolute crushing superiority in status and resources, left every soul master on the Douluo Continent feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration.

Outside Heaven Dou City, the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand slipped once again, and though scalding tea splashed onto his luxurious robes, he remained completely oblivious.

His refined face was flushed bright red.

"A waste... this is simply a waste of heaven's gifts!"

Ning Fengzhi slapped his thigh in agony, his eyes locked onto the simple-minded boy smiling on the light screen.

"If that kind of divine medicine could be given to the direct disciples of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it might just break the limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and allow them to reach the realm of the Eight or even Nine Treasures."

"How could you possibly feed it to a mortal child who doesn't even possess a martial soul!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's hand, gripping the Seven Kill Sword, was trembling slightly.

He sighed, his tone heavy with bitterness.

"Fengzhi, this is the gap between two worlds."

"In our eyes, that is a supreme treasure capable of stirring up a bloody storm across the entire continent."

"But in the eyes of that senior, it was perhaps truly just a candy bean used to amuse a child."

Inside the woodcarving shop.

After finishing the pill, Little Niu licked his lips, still wanting more.

Soon, the medicinal effects began to take hold.

Little Niu's face, which had been frozen purple, instantly turned rosy.

He let out a loud, satisfied burp.

The moment he opened his mouth, a thick cloud of white mist puffed out.

This white mist did not dissipate but instead swirled around Little Niu's body.

Within the mist, the faint, ethereal shadow of a Spirit Crane danced, radiating a peaceful and pure spiritual energy.

The surrounding cold was instantly dispelled.

Little Niu felt an endless supply of strength throughout his body, as warm as if a furnace were burning in his belly.

"Grandpa Wang, your candy is so delicious! I'm not cold at all anymore!"

Little Niu giggled and hopped twice on the spot.

His once ordinary body was already undergoing a earth-shattering transformation, nourished by that vast medicinal power.

His bones became tougher, his meridians were widened, and wisps of pure spiritual energy began to subtly reshape his constitution.

Wang Lin watched the lively Little Niu, smiled gently, and waved his hand.

"Go play, but run slowly on the road. Don't fall."

Little Niu agreed, turned to lift the door curtain, and charged into the wind and snow outside like a little fireball.

The curtain fell back into place, shutting out the biting wind.

Yue Guan stood in the corner, his hands gripping the wooden handle of a broom tightly.

He looked at the wood shavings on the floor, then back at Wang Lin behind the counter.

A wild thought took root and sprouted uncontrollably in his mind.

"If I can perform well in this shop and keep the floor spotless..."

"Would this unfathomable Senior Wang, in a moment of pleasure, reward me with a candy bean like that too?"

At this thought, the dignified Titled Douluo Yue Guan felt an unprecedented surge of motivation erupt in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, bent down, and began to sweep the dust from the cracks in the floor tiles with even greater vigor.

Outside the woodcarving shop, the wind and snow grew heavier.

The heavy cotton curtain was shoved aside, and cold wind mixed with large snowflakes poured in.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a burly man strode into the shop.

The newcomer was none other than Daniu, who had run past earlier.

A layer of white snow rested on Daniu's head, and his bronze-colored face was frozen bright red.

As soon as he entered, his bell-like eyes scanned toward the charcoal brazier.

When he saw the small clay jar warming on the fire, his brows immediately knitted into a deep frown.

"Uncle Wang! Why are you drinking again!"

Daniu roared in his rough voice, striding to the counter with a tone full of displeasure and reproach.

"Doctor Li from the west side of the city examined you just last month! He warned you over and over that your constitution is weak and you can't handle the potency of this Burning Knife Liquor—he told you not to touch a single drop!"

As Daniu scolded, he reached out with his rough hand and unceremoniously snatched the clay jar off the brazier.

"It must have been that brat Little Niu who snuck it over to you! When I get back, I'm going to tan his hide!"

These booming, spirited rebukes echoed through the quiet woodcarving shop.

Beyond the Sky Screen, the billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent were stunned into silence by Daniu's actions.

On the playground of Shrek Academy, there was not a sound.

Ma Hongjun gasped, the fat on his face trembling.

"This big guy... is he tired of living?" The fatty swallowed hard, his voice shaking.

Oscar shrank his neck in terror.

"That is an old monster who can wither a man to death with a wave of his hand, and pull out elixirs that guarantee a Title Douluo rank as if they were nothing!"

"How dare this mortal point at his nose and curse him? And to think he even dared to snatch his wine!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Tang San's forehead.

He had seen with his own eyes that seemingly kind, gaunt old man turn Wang Laoshi into a puddle of blood.

In the world of cultivation, offending such a reclusive expert was a guaranteed path to a death without a corpse.

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Sky Screen, waiting for the moment Daniu would be reduced to ashes.

Inside the woodcarving shop, Yue Guan, who was sweeping the corner, felt his heart bloom with joy upon hearing Daniu's reprimand.

"What a bold and ignorant mortal!"

Yue Guan was ecstatic; he had been fretting over not finding an opportunity to prove himself before the senior.

Now that this crude mortal dared to shout at the senior, it was a gift from the heavens—a perfect offering to win his favor!

A flash of killing intent crossed Yue Guan's eyes as his newly broken-through level 96 soul power quietly circulated through his meridians.

He dropped his broom, a sharp golden light shimmering on his right hand, ready to strike and smash this man who had offended the senior into meat paste to curry favor with Wang Lin.

Just as he took a step, preparing to make his move.

Behind the counter, Wang Lin slightly raised his eyelids.

Those deep, profound eyes cast a faint glance at Yue Guan.

With just that single look, Yue Guan felt the space around him instantly solidify.

A terrifying pressure, impossible to describe in words, locked directly onto his soul.

The scene before Yue Guan's eyes changed.

He could no longer see the snow, nor the shop.

He saw only a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with countless wretched spirits wailing in the sky.

And that man in the grey shirt stood at the very peak of that mountain of corpses, like a demon god of slaughter, looking down at him with the gaze one might reserve for an ant.

"Thud."

Yue Guan's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor tiles, cold sweat pouring off him like rain.

The soul power within him was completely sealed; he couldn't even move his little finger.

Only then did he realize with a jolt: the senior lived here as a mortal for his own reasons.

To think he had actually attempted to interrupt the senior's mortal experience—it was utter stupidity!

Daniu did not notice anything unusual about Yue Guan.

He simply assumed the strange man kneeling on the floor had slipped and fallen.

Daniu clutched the wine jar tightly to his chest, continuing his incessant grumbling.

"Uncle Wang, just listen to my advice."

"You are all alone in this city, and Daniu has long treated you like his own father."

"If you fall ill, who will carve those beautiful trinkets for the neighbors?"

Faced with Daniu's scolding, the demon god's pressure in Wang Lin's eyes vanished in an instant.

He transformed back into that weathered woodcarving shop owner.

Wang Lin stood up, a helpless, wry smile appearing on his face.

That smile held three parts embarrassment at being lectured by a junior, and seven parts genuine warmth.

"Daniu, it's such a cold day; Uncle Wang just wanted a hot drink to warm his stomach."

Wang Lin rubbed his hands together, his tone even carrying a hint of ingratiation.

"Just one small sip, it won't hurt."

"And don't go back and hit Little Niu; the child was only showing his filial piety."

Seeing Wang Lin's apologetic expression, the fire in Daniu's heart dissipated by more than half.

He sighed, walked over to the wooden cabinet nearby, and picked up a small wine cup.

He carefully poured a shallow layer of liquid from the clay jar, then pushed the cup toward Wang Lin.

"Fine, it's snowing heavily today, so I'll let you have this one small sip."

Daniu kept a straight face, clutching the rest of the wine jar tightly to his chest.

"I'm taking the rest back; don't you even think about drinking another drop!"

Watching this warm and life-filled scene on the Sky Screen.

The billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent fell into a long, profound silence.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched as Wang Lin lifted that small wine cup, slowly savoring the drop of inferior rice wine, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Everyone had seen clearly the scene where Yue Guan was suppressed by a single glance just moments ago.

That man clearly possessed world-destroying power, and a single look from him could cause a Title Douluo's soul to collapse.

Yet, when faced with the scolding of a mortal, he would reveal such an awkward, ingratiating smile.

He would even go so far as to negotiate with a blacksmith just to have a sip of mortal swill.

Qian Daoliu stood in the center of the great hall and exhaled a long, heavy breath.

In the eyes of this peerless Douluo, a light of realization flickered at this moment.

"I understand now..."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of a tremor.

"This is the true return to simplicity, the true state of an enlightened master."

"He isn't pretending to be a mortal; he is genuinely experiencing the joys, sorrows, and emotions of mortals, experiencing the worldly sentiments of birth, aging, sickness, and death."

Qian Daoliu turned his head to look at Bibi Dong.

"It seems the cultivation system of the Renegade Immortal World has already far surpassed the mere accumulation of power."

"They are cultivating the heart."

"By tempering their state of mind within the mortal dust, they allow their souls to reach a state of perfection."

"In terms of such breadth of mind and such a realm, we people of the Douluo Continent are far too inferior."

It was not just Qian Daoliu; Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the Heaven Dou Empire, and Da Ming and Er Ming in the Star Dou Great Forest, were all deeply convinced by this realm of Wang Lin's mortal transformation.

This was the foundation of a higher-dimensional world.

It was not just about being decisive in slaughter, but possessing a state of mind that could encompass all things.

Just as the people of the Douluo Continent were still marveling at Wang Lin's realm.

The image on the Sky Screen suddenly underwent a strange change.