This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The old man was taken aback by what he heard, his face full of confusion.

"Use...use this tumor as a substitute? This..."

Li Daoxuan smiled and nodded, saying:

"That's right, I can cure this tumor for you. As for the consultation fee, last night's meal will suffice..."

Upon hearing this, the old man was immediately overjoyed, and even his seriously ill wife, who was inside the house, came out with the help of her daughter.

The surrounding neighbors watched all of this with a sense of schadenfreude.

The old man was initially overjoyed, but then became uneasy.

"I've had this tumor since I was born, and it's been there for almost forty years now. Daoist priest... can you really cure it?"

Li Daoxuan chuckled and said:

"What's so difficult about that? Just cut it off with one stroke, right?"

The old man was taken aback by these words, then looked frightened and said:

"Cut it? You can't cut it! This thing is connected to my flesh and blood; if you cut it off, I'll die..."

Li Daoxuan waved his hand and said:

"Brother, just because others can't cut it doesn't mean I can't."

"Besides, if you don't cut this thing, how will your family survive?"

The old man's expression was complex, and he seemed hesitant.

His wife and daughters stood by, also deeply worried.

The family of three couldn't make up their minds.

In the end, it was the daughter who stepped forward to advise:

"Father, Master Li doesn't seem like a bad person..."

The old man turned to look at Li Daoxuan, who was smiling. He could tell that although Li Daoxuan was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, his demeanor was completely different from that of these peasants.

Clearly, he is not an ordinary person.

At this point, the neighbors who had been watching the commotion also joined in the commotion:

"Hey, you should let someone else try it. You can't even sleep peacefully carrying something like that."

"Yes, if it doesn't work out, then so be it..."

Upon hearing this, Li Daoxuan turned around and rebuked these people:

"Nonsense... What do you mean 'just die'? You try dying and see..."

The man smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Li Daoxuan looked at the old man and said:

"How about it? Want to give it a try?"

The old man said somewhat fearfully:

"So... how does the Taoist priest plan to cut it?"

Li Daoxuan laughed and said:

"You don't need to worry about that..."

The old man finally mustered his courage, stamped his foot, and said in a deep voice:

"Alright, I trust the Taoist priest. Okay, what do you need me to do?"

Li Daoxuan laughed heartily, rolled up his sleeves, and said:

"No need, no need, just hearing that is enough, hehe... take this..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Daoxuan used his palm as a blade and slashed down with it.

Then everyone heard a 'ripping' sound, and looking closely, they saw that the tumor that had been on Old Man Tian's back for more than 30 years had actually fallen off.

It rolled a few times on the ground, looking like an ugly lump of meat.

It weighs at least 40 to 50 kilograms.

"Wow..."

In an instant, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Everyone looked curiously at Old Man Arita's back. His clothes were torn open, but instead of the bloody mess they had imagined, there was a patch of tender, pink flesh, like a wound that had healed, with no trace of blood in sight.

"Wow...that's amazing..."

"Wow, this is a miracle doctor..."

Everyone was amazed, and their eyes were now filled with awe as they looked at Li Daoxuan.

The old man's wife and daughters were especially moved and couldn't help but shed tears.

Old Man Yutian couldn't see his back, but he felt a sudden relief on his back. His spine, which had been under pressure for years, was relieved of its burden. However, he suddenly felt weak and lost his balance, almost falling backward.

Fortunately, Li Daoxuan reacted quickly and grabbed the old man.

The old man, still shaken, quickly asked:

"Master, I've got something on my back..."

Li Daoxuan smiled and pointed to the ugly lump of flesh on the ground behind him, saying:

"Look, what's that?"

The old man turned around, his eyes pausing.

He had never seen what the lump on his back looked like before; this was the first time he had seen the thing that had been on his back for over thirty years.

At this moment, Arita's daughter stepped forward, took his hand, and wept with joy, saying:

"Father, Father, it's gone, the thing on your back is gone..."

His wife sat beside him, tears streaming down her face.

Old Man Yutian, still hunched over, pointed at the lump of flesh with disbelief and said:

"This...is what I'm carrying on my back?"

The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, that's it. The Taoist priest cut it off for you..."

Li Daoxuan stood to the side and smiled slightly:

"Brother, your back has been bent for over thirty years, it's time to straighten it up..."

Upon hearing this, Arita's eyes instantly turned red. No one could understand his feelings. This thing had been weighing on his back for over thirty years, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe and unable to lift his head.

Now, a deity has moved this mountain away and told him that he can hold his head high and stand tall.

Arita straightened his chest little by little, but years of hunching over had deformed his spine, and now it was too difficult for him to straighten up.

But for some reason, Arita felt a rare surge of stubbornness in his heart. He was determined to straighten his back, to straighten the spine that had been bent for half his life.

Even though this movement made his back muscles feel like they were being torn apart, and even though his vertebrae started to creak as if they were being ground to pieces.

Arita never gave up.

The people around him, as well as his wife and daughters, remained silent, all watching Arita in quiet anticipation of whether he could stand up straight.

Arita's face flushed red, and his whole body trembled.

He clenched his teeth and let out a low growl.

Li Daoxuan nodded silently, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

The world is full of suffering. If people do not have the will to save themselves, how can they expect divine help?

Li Daoxuan flicked his finger, and his magic power landed on Arita's spine, directly shattering his already fixed vertebrae. However, Arita did not feel the pain of shattered bones. Instead, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Arita felt a lump in his throat, a feeling he had to release.

So he opened his mouth and let out a roar that broke through the oppression, as if he wanted to expel all the pent-up anger that had been stuck in his chest for decades.

With that roar, his spine, bent for decades, finally straightened, standing tall and upright, like a sturdy carrying pole.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and casually cast a Rejuvenation Talisman. You Tian's shattered spine quickly recovered, becoming like a newly formed spine, full of vitality.

After Old Man Youtian had adjusted to his body, he turned around without hesitation and knelt down directly before Li Daoxuan.

But before his knees even touched the ground, Li Daoxuan caught him.

"No, no, no, didn't we agree that this would be considered payment for the meal?"

The old man was so excited he couldn't speak, and his wife and daughter could only keep thanking him.

The neighbors around were all amazed and held Li Daoxuan in high esteem.

When Old Man Youtian came to his senses, he glanced at the lump of meat on the ground and said:

"This damned thing has ruined half my life. Daughter, go, burn it..."

Upon hearing this, the little girl immediately stepped forward, but Li Daoxuan stopped her, chuckling as he said:

"You can't burn it, you can't burn it! If you don't want it, someone else will..."

Having said that, Li Daoxuan stepped forward, raised his foot, and kicked the lump of flesh away, disappearing without a trace...