Chapter 470: Taoist Master Slaps You to Death!
Starting Chapter 470 of "Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor": The young Taoist was not a martial artist, and after being beaten by Wu De... See what happens next!
The young Taoist was not a martial artist, and after being beaten by Wu De a few times, he was almost in tears."Going to lead the way, or not? If not, Iâll keep hitting you!"
Wu De grabbed the young Taoistâs collar with his left hand, his right palm raised high, ready to strike at any moment, his fierce and malevolent face perfectly embodying the image of an evil Taoist.
"Iâll lead the way... Wuu wuu..."
The young Taoist, terrified and beaten by Wu De, finally broke down crying, dropped his broom, wiped away his tears, and obediently started leading the way.
Fang Bai and Ghost Hand exchanged a bitter smile, thinking how this fellow, a high-rank Earth Level martial artist and one of the top figures in the Secular Ancient Martial World, would stoop so low as to bully an innocent young Taoist without an ounce of strength, completely abandoning any martial artistâs integrity.
Following the young Taoist through several halls, the presence of incense guests gradually faded, while disciples of Qingcheng Temple became more numerous.
"This is the rear hall of our Qingcheng Temple. We have regulations that forbid outsiders from entering! I can only take you this far!"
Standing before an archway, the young Taoist stopped, unable to proceed further, and spoke with trepidation.
"Chongling, how dare you bring outsiders into the rear hall! Are you asking for punishment?"
Just then, a young Taoist priest stepped out from behind the archway, eying Fang Bai and the others before sternly rebuking the young Taoist.
"Brother, I..."
The young Taoist started to explain with a mournful face, but Wu De pushed him aside and waved him off, saying, "Youâre no longer needed here. Go back to sweeping!"
"Who are you?"
Seeing Wu De dressed as a disheveled Taoist without any air of immortality, the young Taoist priest guessed he must be a wild, rogue practitioner, and a sense of superiority welled up within him.
"I am your Wu Taoist Master!"
Wu De, seeing the disdain in the young Taoistâs eyes, flew into a rage, slapped him across the face, and cursed, "You blind fool! Who do you think you are? Mocking how your Taoist Master is dressed, huh? Believe it or not, I can slap you to death with one blow?"
"Damn rogue Taoist, daring to strike me!"
The young Taoist was stunned by Wu Deâs slap and, regaining his senses, started cursing and swung his fist towards Wu Deâs face.
Being just a high-rank Yellow Level martial artist, the young Taoist was insignificant to Wu De. With a swift kick, Wu De sent him flying several meters away, then strode forward, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up.
"Go, tell Elder Taoist Qingxuan to come out to me! Say that a junior Taoist who begged for shelter twenty years ago, only to be humiliated, cursed, and heartlessly driven down the mountain, has come today to seek justice!"
Wu Deâs eyes blazed with ferocity as he spat out these words, then flung the young Taoist aside.
The young Taoist was no fool; he knew he was no match for Wu De and that resisting would only result in a worse beating. With a mix of hatred and fear in his gaze, he bore the pain, got up, and ran off, stumbling and rolling.
Upon hearing Wu Deâs words, Fang Bai and Ghost Hand realized there was such bad blood between him and Qingcheng Temple. How times changeâin the past, the junior Taoist was expelled, but today he has returned to exact his revenge.
Wu De turned back to Fang Bai and Ghost Hand, flashed a grin, and said, "Twenty years ago, after my rogue Taoist master died, I had nowhere to go, so I came to Qingcheng Temple, hoping they would take me in. But they ruthlessly insulted and cursed me, then shoved and pushed me down the mountain. Among those who insulted and chased me away, were Qingling and Qingxuan, those two old Taoists!"
He paused, and then continued, "Back then, Elder Taoist Qingling and Elder Taoist Qingxuan werenât powerful or high-status, but to think that twenty years later, both of them would become the Temple Masters of Qingcheng Temple... Heh heh, itâs fine that Elder Taoist Qingling is dead, but thereâs still Elder Taoist Qingxuan. If I donât beat him up harshly today, my last name isnât Wu!"
Ghost Hand said expressionlessly, "When you fight, hold back some strength, donât kill them! Leave the killing to me!"
Wu De glanced at Ghost Hand and said with a grin, "Seeing how bitter and resentful you look, do you hold some deep-seated grudge against Qingcheng Temple? How about we join forces and slaughter all these stinky Taoist priests from Qingcheng Temple, and then set the place on fire?"
"I donât need you meddling in my affairs!"
Ghost Hand rolled his eyes and said irritably.
Ghost Hand didnât even consider Wu Deâs suggestion. He would only kill those Taoist priests who deserved it, and he wouldnât involve the innocent ones, let alone set fire to Qingcheng Temple.
Wu De, not at all discouraged by the rebuff, didnât get angry but instead gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Good, youâve got character! I like it!"
The sound of footsteps approached from the distance. More than a dozen Taoist priests from Qingcheng Temple, led by the young Taoist from before, came aggressively, some with long swords in hand.
"Brother, itâs this wild Taoist! Not only did he beat me up, but he also yelled for our Temple Master to come out..."
The young Taoist who had been hit by Wu De stood behind a middle-aged Taoist, pointing at Wu De and speaking indignantly.
The middle-aged Taoistâs eyes shone with sharpness, his brows tightly furrowed as he looked Wu De over. His expression gradually became more serious.
The middle-aged Taoist was a low-rank Profound Level martial artist, but he found that he couldnât see through the cultivation level of the fat Taoist in front of him, which was enough proof that the strangerâs strength was far superior to his own.
Then, the middle-aged Taoist shifted his gaze over the bodies of Fang Bai and Ghost Hand, who stood beside Wu De, and his heart skipped a beat as his face grew even more solemn.
Because he realized that not only Wu De but also his two companions were beyond his ability to gauge their depth.
In other words, the strength of these three people was at least in the medium rank of the Profound Level or above.
Although Qingcheng Temple was filled with many high-rank martial artists and had strong overall strength, they couldnât take this provocation lightly, facing three visitors who were at least medium-rank Profound Level martial artists.
The middle-aged Taoist turned his head and gave a look to a skinny Taoist behind him, who hurried to a ten-meter-high stone platform nearby and struck the great bell hanging there.
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The urgent and distant bell rang out above Qingcheng Temple, startling all the disciples.
Such a bell sound, once rung, signified that a powerful enemy was attacking, and disciples with Ancient Martial heritage had to drop whatever they were doing to come and join the defense.
Hundreds of disciples from Qingcheng Temple, with about two hundred of them practicing Ancient Martial arts, responded to the bell. From all directions, they quickly gathered around the area where Fang Bai and the others were.
Even Taoist Qingxuan, who had been quietly cultivating in Yangxin Hall and temporarily assuming the role of Temple Master, had left his cultivation state. His eyes suddenly opened wide as he flicked his horsetail whisk and leaped out. Ná´w novel chapters are publÉŞshed on É´ová´l(F)ÉŞre.É´et
Watching more and more disciples of Qingcheng Temple gathering and gradually surrounding them, Ghost Handâs expression turned serious. He silently gathered his True Yuan, preparing for battle.
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