"Get up!"
Li Ping'an lightly stamped his foot.
Everyone immediately felt the pressure on them vanish without a trace, and each let out a breath of relief.
The figure floating in midair spoke slowly. "It seems you too are a cultivator! Since you cultivate, you should know the order of rank and station. How dare you act so insolently?"
"Playing at gods and ghosts!"
Li Ping'an released his aura, and an immense presence erupted from him.
A wave of heat rushed forward, shaking the Immortal's figure until it tottered.
In the end, it vanished without a trace.
"You court death!"
The divine statue turned into a cloud of bloody mist and raised both palms.
A fierce wind roared forth like a peal of spring thunder, gathering into a powerful force that swept toward everyone.
Li Ping'an gripped his saber's hilt, and the blade came out like a gentle breeze brushing the face.
With a boom, everyone nearby felt a scorching heat.
"Whoosh..."
The blade traced an arc, like a drifting cloud flying in from beyond the heavens.
There was a chilling murderous intent beneath its nonchalance.
Before the fellow playing at gods and ghosts could even scream, it was cleaved in two and fell silent forever.
It turned out to be a weasel.
A weasel... could you eat that?
Chu Yun and the others stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. By now, they understood too.
The so-called Immortal had merely been this monster playing at gods and ghosts.
"...U-Uncle."
Li Ping'an calmly put away the pot and the entire barbecue grill.
"Wow! Uncle, you're amazing!"
"Uncle, Uncle, how did you know he was a monster?"
"Uncle, so you're an Immortal!"
"..."
The group crowded around Li Ping'an, chattering away, one after another.
True Immortals really did keep a low profile.