Taking Things Outside the Proper Way

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you open a small shop? That way, other fellow Daoists can come and patronize it."

Yunzi tasted the fine wine in her hand, and after holding it in for a long time, she couldn't help but say this.

What she said was true.

After tasting Fang Zelin's fine wine today, she couldn't resist.

What if we run out of drinks later?

The disciples standing nearby were taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then couldn't help but laugh.

They hadn't expected their usually strict master to say such things today.

Fang Zelin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"If any fellow Daoist has a craving for books, they can bring some to exchange with me at that time. Such as some records of the immortal realm, or other books on strange tales and miscellaneous events, are all welcome to be exchanged."

"Fang usually enjoys reading a variety of books."

Hearing Yunzi's words, Fang Zelin had some thoughts in his mind.

He still knows too little about the world of cultivation.

If possible, you should read more books.

If we could exchange for some books using this method, that would certainly be a good thing.

Hearing Fang Zelin's words, Yunzi couldn't help but think that there seemed to be many such rare books in Rising Tide Valley.

In that case, we should be able to exchange some books with them later.

"But even if there isn't any, it's not a big deal. It's just a little bit of alcohol, nothing serious."

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that there were quite a few more stalks of spiritual rice in my garden.

Yingping Peak is a good place, as it is relatively large.

So it's still possible to plant them now, but that might not be the case later.

With so much spiritual rice, Fang Zelin could never finish the fine Fang Zelin he brewed under normal circumstances.

Taking some out and sharing it with these fellow Daoists wouldn't be difficult at all.

"We wouldn't mind having a little bit, but if it were a regular occurrence, we would feel unworthy of it."

Yunzi smiled and shook her head upon hearing this.

Fang Zelin smiled as he listened, knowing that these fellow cultivators wouldn't take advantage of others for nothing.

Therefore, he didn't say much, but simply raised his glass and drank with everyone.

He then turned to other matters.

Fang Zelin was more interested in the interesting stories of the cultivation world, some of which could broaden his horizons considerably.

The two were talking about matters of cultivation, which attracted the attention of the disciples nearby who listened attentively.

By late at night, everyone was slightly tipsy.

Fang Zelin, on the other hand, was in excellent spirits.

He became even more animated as he spoke with Yunzi in front of him.

Just as Fang Zelin was talking about a major battle from back then, his expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, Yunzi raised an eyebrow and looked to the side.

"There's a fairy!"

As he spoke, he stood up abruptly, his hands swirling with Law Power, looking as if he were about to make a move at any moment.

Upon hearing this, the other disciples quickly circulated their Law Power to refine the alcohol in their bodies, and instantly regained their senses. They then all looked towards the nearby woods.

"Aren't you coming out yet!"

Seeing that the other party's figure had been seen through, yet they still tried to hide and not come out, Wu Qing immediately frowned.

At this moment, Zhenke was about to unleash her flying sword and slash into the forest.

Seeing the cultivators so tense and ready to fight, the hidden demon was also frightened and quickly came out.

"Please spare me, esteemed immortals! This lowly demon was merely passing by and overheard your conversation. Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but eavesdrop. I meant no harm whatsoever!"

The pangolin, upon seeing these cultivators before it, was filled with deep regret.

If I had known these cultivators were so vigilant, why would I have stayed here? I could have just left.

Now look what happened, they've been discovered and are just left here.

If the cultivators before him were dissatisfied with his actions, this sword would come flying.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but glance at the flying sword in Zhenke's hand, feeling a little fear in its heart.

"Is that you? The pangolin from that village up ahead?"

Upon seeing the pangolin in front of them, the disciples around them immediately recognized it.

The cultivators did not address the other party as some kind of great immortal.

They were originally cultivators, while the pangolin was not bestowed with the title of immortal by heaven and earth; it was just that the people called the other immortal.

If they also started calling the other person a "divine being," that would be a joke.

Therefore, the disciples simply referred to the other party as the pangolin.

"Do any of you immortal masters know of this little demon?"

Upon hearing this, the pangolin's heart tightened.

Oh no, could it be that these immortals have found out about my cultivation using incense in this village?

If that's the case, wouldn't they just be beheaded?

The pangolin felt a chill run down its spine and trembled with fear at the thought.

It knew perfectly well that these cultivators would not agree to such a thing.

Seeing this now naturally makes my heart tighten.

"Of course I know."

Wu Qing said something upon hearing this.

I just met them today, how could I not know?

That's it.

The pangolin felt a chill run down its spine upon hearing this.

These cultivators all know what he's done, so how could he possibly escape it?

Thinking this through, the pangolin was already prepared to offer its neck for slaughter.

However, at that moment, Fang Zelin waved his hand, "Alright, if there's nothing else, you can leave."

Upon hearing this, the pangolin was stunned, its eyes widening as it stared at Fang Zelin in disbelief.

What was the other person saying, telling me to leave?

The pangolin, upon realizing this, stared at the other in utter shock.

It was wondering if it had misheard.

"Immortal Master, will you allow this humble demon to leave?"

The pangolin still looked at the other party with some disbelief, thinking that the other party should already know.

It was not granted any official title for its practice of cultivating itself with incense here, and it knew that this method was inappropriate.

Cultivators would naturally not allow themselves to do such a thing, so how could the other party let them leave?

"Of course I'm letting you leave, or I'll kill you?"

Fang Zelin said with a hint of helplessness upon hearing this.

Although the other party claims to have cultivated through incense offerings and established themselves as Orthodox God.

However, given the good deeds the other party had done in the past, it was not enough to warrant taking their life.

"Yes, yes, I'll leave now."

After confirming Fang Zelin's statement, the pangolin immediately turned to leave.

Overjoyed, he was relieved that his life had been saved, no matter what.

Just as he turned around, Fang Zelin hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"To take things by improper means is to steal; I hope you understand this."

Having witnessed the other party's many good deeds, Fang Zelin felt that offering a word of advice would be considered as doing his best.