Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 419 - 157: Rat Immortal’s Daughter Gets Married! Daoist Priest Fan, Your Sword Looks Familiar! (Please Subscribe for the Mega - )_4
His whole body shuddered with cold.
This scene was incredibly bizarre.
Just thinking about it in her mind, she felt her entire body break out into goosebumps.
"Rat Immortal?" Just at this moment, an abrupt voice caught the attention of the two people besides Yun Jiuqing. They heard the voice say, "Does this count as an immortal, or as a strange creature? Or perhaps a demonic spirit? Demons and Devils?"
While explaining, the Taoist turned his head toward the direction from which the voice came: "Rat Immortals are existences that fall between ’strange creatures’ and ’demonic spirits’; it’s not wrong to categorize them as Demons and Devils."
"They are somewhat sentient animals that, having died with grievances, transform into these peculiar... hiss!!"
The Taoist hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw a towering figure like an iron pagoda beside him.
It frightened him to take a sharp breath.
However, he quickly realized that his reaction was somewhat rude and hastily apologized to the tall figure before him, "The fault is mine, please do not take offense, Scholar Yun."
"No harm done," Fan Wu was unconcerned, and asked with interest, "So, you’re saying... they are not good entities?"
"Uh..." the Taoist answered, "Based on the situation encountered by Zheng Scholar here, you could say that."
"That’s good enough," Fan Wu said, resting his hand on Zheng Sanshi’s shoulder. His hand, large as a fan, compared to Zheng Sanshi’s slight frame was like an adult speaking to a child. He was heard laughing, "Coincidentally, I too am a Taoist, why don’t I take a hand in this matter?"
"Gulp—" To tell the truth, Zheng Sanshi couldn’t tell that Fan Wu was a Taoist because it had been a long time since Fan Wu had worn a Daoist Robe.
He thought the towering man before him looked more like a bandit who had run down from a mountain or a fierce general who had come out of a military camp, altogether not resembling a Taoist.
He could not help but swallow his saliva secretly; even though Fan Wu had completely reined in his aura, the oppressive feeling from his stature was very significant.
"You... you are also a Taoist Priest?" Zheng Sanshi struggled to refrain from blurting out the words "brave warrior" and weakly inquired.
"Oh?" Fan Wu countered, "Do I not resemble a Taoist?"
Zheng Sanshi: "...Yes, you do!"
Faced with the immense pressure from Fan Wu, he could only stiffen his neck and, against his conscience, said "yes."
Because he suspected that if he said Fan Wu did not look like one, it was very likely that this towering figure could effortlessly crush his shoulder.
His slight frame was clearly no match for the other’s single punch.
Perhaps, with just one punch...
He would find himself lying flat on the ground.
The Taoist beside Zheng Sanshi was also looking at Fan Wu with a slightly astonished gaze; he too had not anticipated that Fan Wu, like him, was a Taoist. The Taoist introduced himself with a cupped fist salute: "I am Xing Fengzi from Di Zu Guan, may I ask for this Fellow Taoist’s...?"
"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu." Fan Wu had never bothered with any Taoist aliases, so he straightforwardly gave his own name.
Xing Fengzi suddenly realized, "You are Fellow Taoist Fan from Qiulong Temple!"
Although he appeared to have an epiphany, he hadn’t actually heard of Qiulong Temple.
The reason for his reaction was...
Simply out of politeness.
After all, when interacting with others, one couldn’t come across as having never heard of them, could they? At least, his master once told him when teaching him how to conduct himself—that even if he hadn’t heard of the other party’s reputation, it was best to flatter them.
"Do this Scholar Yun and Fellow Taoist Fan know each other?" Xing Fengzi noticed that Yun Jiuqing and Fan Wu did not seem to be strangers to each other.
Yun Jiuqing volunteered the answer: "I came here to the central county from the prefecture of Nanjun together with Daoist Priest Fan!"
Then...
Yun Jiuqing, with a smile on her face, addressed the motionless Zheng Sanshi: "Today, you must have hit the jackpot; all the luck of your life must have been used up on this day."
"Ah?" Since his shoulder was held firmly by a hand as big as a fan, Zheng Sanshi was too scared to move; even his voice trembled a little as he asked, "Why... why is that?"
"Because Daoist Priest Fan has decided to intervene in your affair!" Yun Jiuqing stated as a matter of course: "With Daoist Priest Fan handling this matter, it doesn’t matter whether it’s some Rat Immortal or some Cat Immortal causing you trouble."
"They don’t amount to anything!" She asserted confidently, thumping her chest and guaranteeing the outcome.
Zheng Sanshi was left somewhat agape... because in his memory, Yun Jiuqing was someone who looked down on her peers.
Back in Nanjun, Yun Jiuqing was that rare, exceptional young individual.
Perhaps not exactly the daughter of heaven.
But actually, not far off.
Such a Yun Jiuqing was praising someone who looked nothing like a Taoist. Could it be that this extremely tall Taoist was truly an extraordinary figure?
Did he possess genuine abilities?
With this thought...
Zheng Sanshi’s eyes brimmed with excited tears; he felt that Yun Jiuqing, despite often fooling him into silly things when they were younger, should still be trustworthy now.
