One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

however.

The anticipated embarrassing scene of being splashed with alcohol did not occur.

There wasn't even the sound of a single drop of water hitting the ground.

Snapped.

A soft, crisp sound rang out.

But to the blond-haired man, the sound was like a thunderclap.

The sneer on his face froze instantly, and his bloodshot eyes widened abruptly, staring intently at his hands.

It was completely empty there.

The large wine bowl that was originally in his hand vanished into thin air.

"this……"

Yellow Hair opened his mouth, and a dry, gurgling sound came from his throat.

Before his brain could even process what had happened...

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

A swallowing sound came from across from him.

Huang Mao mechanically raised his head.

The young Taoist priest who had been facing away from him was now holding the large bowl that had originally belonged to him, tilting his head back and drinking deeply.

The large bowl of strong liquor rolled down his throat like a whale sucking water, and was emptied in an instant.

Zhang Taichu put down his wine bowl and casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"ha--"

He exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol, and a satisfied blush appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Good wine."

Zhang Taichu smacked his lips and casually placed the empty bowl on the greasy table with a dull thud.

"It's a bit too intense, but it's still pretty energetic."

"And, little baby."

Zhang Taichu's voice wasn't loud; it was somewhat hoarse and even carried a hint of nonchalance.

But the sound penetrated clearly into the ears of everyone present and exploded in their minds.

"Didn't your elders teach you this?"

Zhang Taichu stepped forward.

Hey.

The sound of cloth shoes stepping on the bluestone slabs was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But in Huang Mao's eyes, this step was like the death knell tolling by the Grim Reaper.

Yellow Hair's legs went weak, and he couldn't help but take a step back. His originally ferocious face was now twisted with fear.

"In this world..."

Zhang Taichu held up a single finger gently in front of him, his tone as calm as if stating an eternal truth:

"Only food and wine should not be neglected."

"That's a gift from God, and a life earned by digging in the ground."

At this point, Zhang Taichu's eyes turned slightly cold.

"Wasting food..."

"They will be punished by heaven."

The moment the words fell.

Zhang Taichu's raised finger was slightly bent.

Then, he flicked the blond-haired man's forehead lightly.

There was no glimmer of Qi.

There were no fancy moves to start with.

It's just a simple puff.

however.

The moment his fingertip touched the blond man's forehead.

boom--!!!

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded across the square!

The sonic boom generated in that instant caused eardrums to ache for those nearby, and the plates and dishes on the table rattled and trembled violently.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

That burly, blond-haired man, weighing a good 170 or 180 pounds, was like a baseball hit on a home run.

Whoosh!

They didn't even have time to scream.

He became a blur, flying straight backward!

boom! boom! boom!

They knocked over three or four tables along the way, spilling drinks and food all over the ground.

But his momentum in flying showed no signs of slowing down.

It flew more than twenty meters away.

Boom!

A dull, muffled impact rang out.

The blond-haired man's body slammed heavily against a crooked old tree at the edge of the square.

The entire tree shook violently, and countless withered branches and leaves fell down as if a rain of leaves had fallen.

And that arrogant blond guy, at this moment, was like a tattered cloth painting, hanging limply on the tree branch.

His arms hung limply at his sides, his eyelids rolled back, he was foaming at the mouth, and his body was twitching every now and then.

Life and death do not know.

The once boisterous bonfire dinner fell into an eerie stillness at this moment.

The game of finger-guessing stopped in mid-air, the drinker opened his mouth wide and let the wine spill all over him, and the braggart even bit his tongue.

Everyone remained in the same position as a second ago, stiffly turning their heads and staring blankly at the crooked tree that was still swaying slightly.

What...what the hell is this?

A flick on the forehead?

Did it send a person flying twenty meters?

Is this finger strength even possible for a human?

Many people swallowed hard, feeling a chill on the back of their necks.

When they looked at the figure in that corner again, their eyes had completely changed.

It's no longer about watching the beggar's mockery, but about watching the monster's terror.

in the corner.

Zhang Taichu seemed to have only done a trivial little thing.

He withdrew his finger, put it to his lips and blew on it, as if it were covered in dust.

Then, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the audience.

He turned around and reached out to grab the last chicken leg left on the plate on the table.

He held it under his nose, smelled it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thankfully, this isn't dirty."

Zhang Taichu munched on a chicken leg as he strode toward the edge of the crowd.

Almost instinctively, the crowd parted to the sides, making way for him.

No one dared to speak.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

He was terrified of attracting the attention of this man and getting a flick on the forehead.

Zhang Taichu strolled leisurely through the crowd.

As he passed by his blond companions, who were paralyzed with fear on the ground, he paused slightly.

Those men trembled and almost urinated on the spot.

"Big brother... sir... spare me... spare me..."

One of them begged for mercy, trembling, and banged his head against the ground repeatedly.

Zhang Taichu glanced at them, chewing on chicken, and mumbled:

"I've got it."

"If you dare waste food again..."

He pointed to the bonfire burning brightly not far away:

"I'll roast you all too."

After saying that, without caring whether the others had fainted from fright, Zhang Taichu flicked his sleeve, hoisted the broken broom that had somehow returned to his hand, and swaggered away into the night.

Until that figure was completely out of sight.

The crowd in the square seemed to come back to life, bursting into a series of heavy gasps.

"Holy crap..."

Under the shadows of distant trees.

Zhang Chulan plopped down on the ground, wiping the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead; his legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Sister Bao'er..."

Zhang Chulan's voice was hoarse as he turned to look at Feng Baobao, who was still calmly munching on a cucumber beside him:

"We...we should avoid this man in the future."

"This guy is no ordinary monk, he's just a hermit!"

"This guy is clearly a living devil!"

Feng Baobao took a bite of cucumber with a crunch, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then blinked her empty big eyes twice:

"That flick on the head, it really made a loud noise."

"If it were flicked onto a watermelon, it would definitely be heard much clearer."

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched twice, and he covered his face in despair.

This focus...

Hopeless.