This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

After taking a break to fight, Li Daoxuan leisurely returned to the city in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As I walked along the street, I heard passersby talking amongst themselves. Just moments before, the sky had been clear and blue, but suddenly it had darkened and thunder roared in the mountains outside the city. It seemed that another evil spirit had been unleashed.

Li Daoxuan chuckled to himself. No matter what world or era he was in, he could never shake his habit of believing everything he heard.

Back at the clinic, Qingfeng and Mingyue immediately greeted him, their eyes full of concern.

Because only they could sense the surging true energy and magical power fluctuations outside the city just now.

Without even asking, it's obvious that the grandmaster under the Prince of Jin, whom Yang Haotian had mentioned in his previous message, has come looking for them.

Li Daoxuan looked somewhat disheveled, with several tears in his robes and his hair in disarray.

Qingfeng quickly asked:

"Master, are you injured?"

Li Daoxuan waved his hand and laughed:

"A little shock, but it's nothing to worry about."

Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes immediately lit up as he said:

"If that's the case, does that mean Master has already driven that grandmaster away?"

"Well, I guess so."

"Wow, does that mean Master is even more powerful than a Grandmaster..."

Li Daoxuan said indifferently:

Those who cultivate the Tao do not contend for victory or defeat.

But as Li Daoxuan turned around, he smiled and said:

"Winning the fight is always a good thing. Qingfeng, go buy some meat, we'll have a drink tonight..."

Qingfeng smiled knowingly.

"Okay, Master, you wait here, I'll be right back."

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Li Daoxuan was so happy, of course, not because he had defeated a grandmaster.

Instead, it was through this fierce battle with Qiu Wanli that he witnessed the extraordinary brilliance that comes with reaching a certain level in martial arts.

It was precisely because he saw these unusual things that Li Daoxuan gained a new understanding of martial arts, which led him to draw inferences from one instance to another and inspired his own cultivation.

After this battle, Li Daoxuan returned to his previous peaceful life.

He treats patients every day, meditates in meditation, comprehends Taoist principles, and studies the way of the sword immortal.

Life was fulfilling yet uneventful.

May has passed in the blink of an eye, and the Great Heat of June has arrived unexpectedly.

The tall ancient camphor tree in the new house is like a giant umbrella, casting a large area of ​​coolness over the entire courtyard.

These past two days, Li Daoxuan has experienced enlightenment and has gone into seclusion again.

Lately, there haven't been many patients at the clinic, so during their free time, Qingfeng and Mingyue leisurely enjoyed the cool shade under the ancient camphor tree.

In the afternoon, Wang Jingshu, dressed in a cool silk gauze dress, ran out of the Wang family compound carrying a large watermelon.

As she walked through the streets and alleys, people would greet her and chat with her for a few minutes.

This little girl is now a celebrity in Anyi County. She can chat with anyone, from street vendors to farmers in the fields.

Wang Jingshu was born on the third day of the sixth lunar month and just turned thirteen a few days ago.

Girls at this age are like bamboo shoots in spring, changing almost every day, their figures and appearances beginning to develop.

The already petite and lovely Wang Jingshu has grown into a graceful and elegant young lady. Having practiced swordsmanship for nearly a year, she exudes a heroic spirit that is not found in ordinary young ladies.

Her long hair was tied back in a high ponytail with a red ribbon, and paired with the sword she always carried at her waist, she exuded both heroic spirit and chivalry.

Wang Jingshu walked down the street, carrying a large watermelon that weighed over 20 kilograms, but her steps remained steady and powerful.

Thinking about how she would soon be able to sit under the big camphor tree with her senior brothers and sisters and eat watermelon, Wang Jingshu's lips unconsciously curved into a beautiful smile.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way... get out of the way quickly..."

Just then, a sharp scream suddenly came from the other end of the street.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jingshu saw pedestrians in turmoil, chickens flying and dogs running wild, and some of the supporting awnings even collapsing, accompanied by the crisp and rapid sound of horses' hooves.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that someone was riding a horse recklessly down the main street of the county town, completely disregarding the lives of passersby.

Wang Jingshu was displeased, but she still turned to the side and stood aside in advance to avoid it.

Hearing the commotion, the others quickly moved aside, and in an instant, the street was cleared to make way for the galloping horse.

But Wang Jingshu felt a jolt in her heart and knew something was wrong.

On the street, a hunched old woman with white hair was slowly moving forward with a cane. Perhaps she was hard of hearing, because she did not hear the exclamations and the clatter of hooves behind her.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Jingshu abruptly dropped the watermelon in her hand and dashed forward like an arrow.

Not far away, the large horse showed no sign of stopping.

At the horse's speed, if it were to collide with the old woman, it could very well result in a fatality.

Wang Jingshu was greatly alarmed. She moved with lightning speed, looked up at the person on horseback, and shouted sharply:

"Stop, stop now..."

However, the person on horseback seemed even more panicked than she was, screaming incessantly but not knowing how to stop the galloping horse.

Just as the horse's hooves were about to hit the old woman, Wang Jingshu finally arrived. Without thinking, she grabbed the old woman and rolled to the side.

She could even feel the force of the horse's hooves grazing her body as it galloped past. Let alone the old woman, even if she were knocked down, her fate would probably be miserable.

After the horses had passed, Wang Jingshu helped the old woman to her feet and asked with concern:

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

The old woman was dazed, with a look of fear in her eyes, and she couldn't speak for a moment.

Wang Jingshu was furious and was about to chase after the galloping horse to demand an explanation from its owner.

The old man grabbed her hand and said in a reproachful tone:

"Little kid, why did you bump into me? You hurt me..."

Wang Jingshu was taken aback, then turned around and explained helplessly:

"Old man, you've misunderstood. It wasn't me who bumped into you; it was that horse that almost did."

Only then did she realize that her elbows were scraped and bleeding, her sleeves soaked with blood, and they were burning with pain.

I thought an explanation would suffice, but the old woman glared at me and snapped:

"A horse? Where's the horse? You're the one who hit me! Are you trying to kill this old woman? This is outrageous!"

Wang Jingshu's face turned pale, and her anger flared even more, but considering that the other party was an elderly person, she couldn't lose her temper. She could only patiently explain again and again that she hadn't hit the other person.

Passersby also quickly came forward to testify.

But the old woman wouldn't listen to reason, insisting that Wang Jingshu had bumped into her and demanding that Wang Jingshu pay her money...

Already in a foul mood, Wang Jingshu was furious. Under the old woman's repeated harassment, she finally snapped, drew a sword, and slashed at a stone block beside her. Sparks flew, and the stone block split in two, rolling to either side.

"Shut up..."

Wang Jingshu shouted angrily.

The onlookers instantly fell silent.

The old woman was startled, and her dim eyesight cleared up a bit.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to argue further, but when she met Wang Jingshu's fierce, glaring eyes, the shameless words that were about to come out instantly dwindled into a low mutter:

"Just because you didn't hit her doesn't mean she wasn't... Whose daughter is this, so fierce? Who would want her in the future..."

Wang Jingshu ignored her and sheathed her sword. She turned back to the roadside, picked up the cracked watermelon, and angrily headed towards the clinic.