This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The Wang residence is considered the most luxurious courtyard in Anyi County, second only to the county government office.

Two imposing stone lions flanked the heavy, tall gate of the mansion. In the entire Anyi County, only the county government and this Master Wang, who held the title of Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations), were qualified to display stone lions.

As someone who had once been a slave at the very bottom of society, Qingfeng felt his legs go weak just standing at the door of Master Wang's house, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable fear and unease.

But when he looked down at his own master, he remained calm and composed, seemingly not taking Master Wang seriously at all.

"Go knock on the door, and be polite."

Li Daoxuan said calmly.

Qingfeng swallowed hard, walked forward nervously, stood outside the gate and looked back at Li Daoxuan. Seeing Li Daoxuan nod slightly, he finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door knocker.

"Knock...knock knock".

Three muffled thuds sounded, and Qingfeng took two steps back, standing with his hands at his sides, looking extremely uneasy.

After a few breaths, the heavy wooden door slowly opened a crack.

A middle-aged man peeked out, glanced at Qingfeng, and seeing that he was dressed in a short shirt and was not a wealthy person, his eyes instantly turned cold.

"What do you do?"

Qingfeng hurriedly bowed and said nervously:

"My husband has come to pay a special visit to Master Wang. Please inform him of our arrival."

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw Li Daoxuan sitting in a wheelchair on the steps outside the door.

After a careful examination, it was discovered that although Li Daoxuan was disabled, he possessed an extraordinary demeanor, and it was not easy to underestimate him.

The middle-aged man emerged from the crack in the door, cupped his hands in greeting to Li Daoxuan who was standing not far away, and said:

May I ask who you are?

Li Daoxuan politely returned the greeting, replying:

"My surname is Li, and I have some... connection with your family. I would like to meet Scholar Wang."

The middle-aged man was the gatekeeper of the Wang residence. He had seen many people, but he did not remember any important figure in Anyi County, such as a disabled man surnamed Li.

However, Li Daoxuan did not appear to be a poor, lowly person, so he dared not make decisions on his own.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man politely said:

"Please wait a moment, young master, I will go and inform the master immediately."

After saying that, he crawled back inside and slammed the door shut.

Li Daoxuan smiled and didn't mind, waiting outside the door with Qingfeng.

After about fifteen minutes, the door finally opened.

This time, the middle-aged man was far less polite than before, merely sticking his head out and saying:

"The master is busy and cannot see me."

After saying that, he closed the door, leaving Li Daoxuan and his companion with no way to enter.

Qingfeng looked at Li Daoxuan and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Sir, we can't afford to offend this Master Wang, so perhaps we should just let it go?"

Li Daoxuan smiled but didn't say anything. He flipped his hand, and a yellow talisman appeared between his index and middle fingers.

Li Daoxuan handed the yellow talisman to Qingfeng and said:

"Hold this talisman in your palm, silently chant 'Hurry, hurry, as the law commands,' then try punching that door..."

Qingfeng was taken aback, then said with a bitter expression:

"Sir, this...this..."

Li Daoxuan laughed and said:

"You don't dare? That's fine too, it's your decision."

In Li Daoxuan's mind, this was a small test.

If Qingfeng doesn't even dare to do this, then there's no need to teach him Taoist cultivation methods.

If he simply behaves himself as a servant, Li Daoxuan can still ensure his lifelong peace and stability.

Qingfeng looked conflicted. The scene of being beaten by Master Luo that day was still vivid in his mind. If he were to throw this punch, he might get another beating.

But this was ordered by the master, who is a very capable man and would not ask him to do something that would invite a beating for no reason.

Qingfeng glanced at the yellow talisman in his hand, which was covered with many crooked and densely drawn patterns that he couldn't understand at all.

But he still chose to believe in his husband.

Qingfeng walked to the gate, took a deep breath, gripped the yellow talisman tightly in his left hand, clenched his right fist, and slowly raised it.

He then spoke in a deep voice:

"Hurry...as the law commands..."

In an instant, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, and Qingfeng was shocked to find that the yellow talisman in his left hand had spontaneously combusted.

But the burning flames did not harm him; instead, they made him feel incredibly warm.

A warm current filled his body, and Qingfeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

He felt an unprecedented power, as if he could shatter a mountain with a single punch even if it were standing in front of him.

Qingfeng turned and glanced at Li Daoxuan, who smiled calmly and said:

"This is a Strength Talisman. With your physique, it can probably last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Qingfeng instantly understood what Li Daoxuan meant.

He felt no fear whatsoever, only a surge of pride and confidence.

"ah..."

With a roar, Qingfeng's right fist whistled out and slammed into the wooden door without reservation.

"boom..."

A loud bang startled the entire Wang residence.

The three-inch-thick wooden door cracked instantly, the wooden bolt at the back broke off, and the two door panels were already leaning to one side and to the other.

Qingfeng was startled, staring incredulously at his fist, and muttered:

"This...this is what I typed?"

Li Daoxuan smiled faintly and pointed into the room, saying:

"Stop being so narcissistic, carry me inside."

Qingfeng snapped out of his daze and quickly bent down to move Li Daoxuan's wheelchair.

To his astonishment, the heavy wheelchair, which had become cumbersome with Li Daoxuan attached, now seemed as light as a feather in his hands, lifting off the ground with a gentle lift.

He even lost control of his strength and almost knocked Li Daoxuan off his feet.

Be careful.

Li Daoxuan gently tapped Qingfeng's head as a reminder.

Qingfeng quickly apologized, then carefully carried Li Daoxuan's wheelchair into the Wang residence.

After passing the screen wall, they saw the Wang family members rushing over. The middle-aged gatekeeper was at the forefront, and upon seeing that it was Li Daoxuan and his companion, he immediately reprimanded them:

"What, it's you again? How did you get in? Get out..."

Qingfeng gently set Li Daoxuan down, clenched his fist, and clenched it tightly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he said:

"Sir, I told him to shut up..."

Li Daoxuan shook his head.

"Strength is not for bullying the weak."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng shuddered, lowered his head, and frowned, as if he were pondering the words carefully.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Li Daoxuan's next words.

"But it can be used for revenge."

Following Li Daoxuan's gaze, Qingfeng saw several people walking out of the Wang family's house. The one in the lead was none other than Luo Wushi, the martial arts master who had beaten him and robbed him of his silver that day.

Qingfeng grinned and stepped forward, saying:

"You're right, sir."

The servants of the Wang family rushed out and surrounded Li Daoxuan and his companion.

The martial arts master glanced at Li Daoxuan and then at Qingfeng. They looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

"What brings you two to barge into my Wang family? If you cannot give us a clear explanation today, this matter will not be resolved peacefully."

Just as Qingfeng was about to speak, Li Daoxuan waved his hand, signaling him to step back.

Then he looked at Master Luo, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. Among all the people present, only this man possessed such powerful blood and qi fluctuations.

Although he couldn't discern the opponent's exact strength, Li Daoxuan was certain after just one glance that the opponent was not a threat.

"So you're the martial arts master surnamed Luo?"

Li Daoxuan asked.

Master Luo said in a deep voice:

"Excellent. What can I do for you?"

Li Daoxuan waved his hand, looked behind Luo Wushi, his chest heaving slightly, his breath surging, and he spoke loudly:

"Scholar Wang, I'm afraid we'll need your presence in this matter."

With the blessing of magic, Li Daoxuan's voice became incredibly loud, as if it had been amplified.

It even carries a hint of the unique aura of a cultivator, which involuntarily inspires awe in people.