Unorthodox and Eclectic Schools

"Good. Such courage indeed."

The Red-Brow Old Daoist smiled faintly. "Disciple... go deal with this man!"

"Master?"

The young Daoist attendant's eyes went blank. He pointed at his own nose. "Me?"

His martial skills were thoroughly mediocre. He had only won his master's favor by throwing money at him, earning himself a place as a Daoist attendant.

He was supposed to fight that vicious man?

Had his master stopped liking him?

As he trembled in fear, the Red-Brow Old Daoist took out a crimson gourd and tipped it gently. A deep-red pill dropped out. "Open your mouth!"

The young attendant swallowed it in one gulp. Ink-like shadows immediately appeared across his face, and he grew dizzy and muddleheaded, as though drunk.

"Before the altar, I beseech the Great Sage; bronze skin and iron bones, boundless power! Neither blades nor axes may pierce me; one step, one divine fist subdues the mountain! Divine soldiers, make haste and obey!"

At the Red-Brow Old Daoist's sharp invocation, the attendant closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze had become razor-sharp, blazing with light!

Crackle!

Cracking sounds burst from the attendant's body like beans popping in a pan. Even his height seemed to increase.

With a strange cry, he drove a fist toward Fang Qing!

It carried the force of ten thousand jun and the might of wind and thunder. In the martial world, it would surely have reached the level of a martial grandmaster!

Fang Qing had stood with his sword in hand the entire time, silently watching the Red-Brow Old Daoist cast his spell.

He wanted to witness this world's magic, but he had also sensed that he must not recklessly close in.

Wisps of thin gray mist lurked beneath the Red-Brow Old Daoist. Clearly, he had cultivated some formidable