Amid the ruins of Haoyuan Sect, a nuclear explosion had just taken place.
In the dense radiation, the living were forbidden to approach.
Yet Lin Xiaosu and the Mad Daoist stepped into this forbidden zone of life.
"Daoist, I truly find it hard to imagine that you're such an expert," Lin Xiaosu said softly.
"This poor Daoist never hid it from you. I even tugged at my ears every time to tell you that I was an enlightened master," the Mad Daoist said with a curl of his lip.
"True enough. You even boasted that a fart was the sound of the Great Dao. You really never concealed how impressive you were—in fact, you emphasized it again and again. But in modern society, where charlatans litter the ground, you can't blame people for not believing you..." Lin Xiaosu said. "Besides, you got beaten black and blue by ordinary people. Your acting skills were truly at the height of perfection."
That had happened at the end of last year.
In Yin Yuxia's case, when the inheritance dispute had reached a fever pitch, the Mad Daoist had jumped out and declared that Yin Yuxia's child was not the legal father's biological son, but the result of her cheating with another man. As a result, he had been brutally beaten.
If an ordinary Daoist with a loose tongue got such a beating, that would have been perfectly normal.
But was the Mad Daoist an ordinary person?
As long as he wished it, a single straw could have slaughtered through eighteen generations of Yin Yuxia's ancestors...
Why, then, had he endured such humiliation?
It could only have been an act.
"It truly wasn't an act!" the Mad Daoist said.
"Not an act?" Lin Xiaosu frowned.
"In this world, I can only act nine times.