Chapter 14

"Is there no national anthem?" For the first time robbing a quasi-immortal, Xuan Kong waved his hand generously, excusing Deng Lizi from singing the national anthem.

"Hand over all the gold, silver, and jewels on you!" Xuan Kong threatened fiercely.

Deng Lizi inwardly cursed his bad luck, wondering why he had to encounter the fearless Xuan Kong. He had no choice but to obediently take out a stack of silver bills and place them on the ground. His wealth was considerable, and even Wang Qi, who came from a noble family, was stunned.

However, for a fighting rooster among bandits, this was far from enough.

Xuan Kong, holding his sword, stood on the roof and shouted, "Take off your clothes!"

"What?" Deng Lizi was incredulous and instinctively covered his buttocks.

"Big Brother, he wants you to take off your clothes," Wang Qi translated.

Deng Lizi was furious and snorted, "You're going too far!"

Xuan Kong threw the Ghost-Exorcising Order onto the roof ridge and pressed the tip of his sword on it. "You've been cultivating for a few hundred years, right? Is it more excessive to bully a junior like me, or is it more excessive for me to do this?"

Deng Lizi raised his hands over his head and said helplessly, "I'm excessive, I'm excessive."

Xuan Kong sneered, "If you're excessive, then take off your clothes."

Wang Qi, standing nearby, felt he should cheer Xuan Kong on, but he was afraid of saying too much and angering the fat man. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Big Brother is right!"

Xuan Kong was frustrated. He had changed his Daoist name, but why couldn't he escape being called "Big Brother" like that monkey?

Feeling humiliated by Wang Qi, Xuan Kong took it out on Deng Lizi. After a long, intense exchange of gazes about whether to take off his clothes, dignity, and pride, Deng Lizi finally surrendered.

Gritting his teeth, he took off his brocade robe with purple gold threads and threw it on the ground, watching as Wang Qi, with a face full of greed, collected his clothes.

Anyway, the valuable elixirs and magical treasures he had were hidden in his Sumeru bag, which was black and hopefully would escape Xuan Kong's notice. In fact, Xuan Kong had already seen the bag but didn't want to make a mortal enemy of Deng Lizi, so he didn't mention it.

For Deng Lizi, the loss of these external possessions was negligible. His main focus now was to get his sect's secret treasure back from Xuan Kong.

As for respect for the elderly and the law, how could you expect to negotiate with Xuan Kong, who dared to rob the highest-ranking elder of the Kunlun Sect?

Moreover, this place was on the territory of the Laoshan Sect. Apart from the one-eyebrowed Daoist on the peak of Laoshan, Xuan Kong was the chief among the many disciples, the one with the deepest magical power and the most profound Daoist cultivation.

So, what was there to say?

With his fate in Xuan Kong's hands, Deng Lizi could only accept his bad luck.

Xuan Kong had Wang Qi collect Deng Lizi's clothes and silver bills, then pointed to the princess Yun Luo, who was still standing in the room. "Senior Deng Lizi, I have a special connection with that female corpse and want to chat a bit more. Why don't you leave first?"

Although Deng Lizi had fought with Xuan Kong, he greatly admired his caution. He knew Xuan Kong was afraid he would immediately retaliate after getting back the Ghost-Exorcising Order.

Shaking his head, he thought, "Although I have received the court's patronage, am I really a petty person?"

A true petty person, lacking in mental cultivation, could not possibly last long on the path of cultivation.

Sighing to the sky, Deng Lizi stood up, looked at the hunter surnamed Nie who was bound by the golden lock, and bowed to him. "Sir Nie, I am an outsider, and I don't know much about the court's affairs. Take care of yourself!"

He then looked up at Xuan Kong, who was sitting on the roof with his legs crossed, and smiled. "You, young man, have really made me fall hard. We will have to settle this matter in the future."

Xuan Kong, hearing his tone was not very angry, scratched his head and said, "I appreciate your understanding, Senior. If I have the chance to go to the capital in the future, I will visit to apologize." But he thought to himself, "I'll just never go to the capital."

Apologizing to Xuan Kong was harder than climbing to heaven.

The Song Dynasty was vast, and there were many places to visit outside the capital. Even beyond the Song Dynasty, there were countries like the Land of Women, India, and Chechi, which even Xuan Kong, rolling around, couldn't explore completely.

Wang Qi felt this was setting the stage for the future and quickly added, "Big Brother is right!"

Deng Lizi glanced at Wang Qi, shook his head, and smiled. "Fortunately, there were no fellow cultivators present today, or the face of the Kunlun Sect would have been lost." This was probably similar to losing one's integrity, at least that's how Xuan Kong understood it.

Deng Lizi shook his body, used his magic to conjure a set of brocade clothes, and said to Xuan Kong, "If you really want to save Sir Nie's life, we will likely meet again in the capital..."

He stopped, realizing what he was saying.

Why would he want to meet this disaster again?

He quickly added, "Although I can't see how deep the cultivation of the Bodhisattva Cihang Pudu is, he is definitely more powerful than I am. If he insists on taking Sir Nie's life, there will be more to come. It would be best for you to meet the Bodhisattva Cihang Pudu yourself."

"Is he as powerful as the centipede spirit in 'A Chinese Ghost Story 2'?" Xuan Kong raised an eyebrow, not expecting the centipede spirit, who was killed by Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yuye in the movie, to have such cultivation, able to thrive in the capital and evade all the cultivators in the world.

But, thinking back, not just any spirit would dare to impersonate the Dharma Body of the Western Paradise.

Moreover, even during the lunar eclipse, when the Dan Ding's primordial energy was sealed, the centipede spirit still pursued Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yuye to the heavens and the earth. Xuan Kong thought, he might have underestimated the centipede spirit Cihang Pudu.

Either he had boundless power, or there was a higher being guiding him.

Either of these possibilities would give Xuan Kong a headache. But he vaguely remembered that the current top swordsman, Yan Chixia, was from the Kunlun Sect, though he wasn't sure if it was true.

Deng Lizi was about to leave in a rainbow, but Xuan Kong stopped him with a question. He frowned and said, "Yan Chixia is indeed a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, a disciple of my senior master. What did he do to offend you?" He was cautious, as the transmission of the Daoist lineage was a major matter for any sect.

Xuan Kong waved his hand and said, "I've never met him, just heard of him."

He wanted to show off, but the Kunlun Sect's lineage chart was "Lichen Dachi Tian." Xuan Kong wanted to shout, "Yan Chixia is nothing, I robbed his great-grandmaster today!"

But he couldn't say it, just shook his head. Deng Lizi looked at Xuan Kong distrustfully, sighed, and left in a rainbow, leaving Princess Yun Luo waiting for Xuan Kong to return her Ghost-Exorcising Order.

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