This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan silently calculated in his heart, feeling the power of the punch just now, and gained a general understanding of his own strength.

It is said that this Master Luo is a second-level martial artist, possessing the strength of two thousand catties with a single punch.

His golden divine spell, formed from ten strands of magical power, could easily have taken the punch and sent it flying back.

In other words, a second-realm martial artist poses absolutely no threat to me.

Having figured this out, Li Daoxuan lost all interest in probing further.

Turning to look at the dumbfounded Scholar Wang, he said:

"Two thousand taels of silver, as compensation for stealing Qingfeng's silver, how about it?"

At this moment, how could Wang Juren dare to hesitate even slightly? Li Daoxuan's methods had already exceeded the comprehension of ordinary people like them, making him no longer have the slightest thought of provoking him.

"Quickly, go to the accounting office and get two thousand taels of silver to give to Mr. Li."

Wang, the scholar, turned to his servants and scolded them.

Then, smiling broadly, he looked at Li Daoxuan and respectfully said:

"Mr. Wang was blind to your true worth and was very disrespectful. Mr. Li, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against us mere mortals..."

Li Daoxuan waved his hand, not taking it seriously.

Looking at Master Luo, who had climbed out of the pond and was soaking wet, he turned to Qingfeng and said:

"Qingfeng, how many times did he hit you that day?"

Qingfeng looked excited and eager to try, saying:

He slapped me three times and punched me in the chest.

Li Daoxuan nodded, then flicked the yellow talisman in his hand, which transformed into a streak of light and flashed past.

Just as Master Luo was about to evade and resist, he suddenly discovered that he could not move his body.

His whole body was stiff, and he couldn't move even a finger.

But he can still see and hear.

"Go, fight them back."

Li Daoxuan said calmly.

Qingfeng was overjoyed and walked over without hesitation, no longer showing any fear of the martial artist who had given him nightmares for several days.

Wang, the scholar, saw this but dared not utter a single word.

What puzzled him was why Master Luo was so obedient, standing still without saying a word.

Little did he know that Master Luo was already terrified. He had heard of the power of True Qi Realm experts, but he had never heard of such methods.

It rendered him completely immobile.

As Qingfeng approached step by step, Master Luo resigned himself to his fate, consoling himself inwardly:

"Fine, let them hit me then. She's just an ordinary, lowly slave; they can't really hurt her..."

"Smack..."

A resounding slap echoed in the courtyard.

Everyone in the courtyard felt a chill run down their spines and dared not even breathe.

Master Luo was completely stunned, his mind blank.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Smack..."

Another slap landed, and Master Luo was unable to move, but a broken tooth flew out of his mouth.

He finally realized that the pageboy in front of him was no ordinary person. How could an ordinary person have such strength?

This strength is comparable to that of a second-level martial artist like myself.

"Smack..."

After the third slap, Master Luo's face was visibly swollen.

Bright red blood foam kept oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Wang, a scholar who was not far away, couldn't help but gasp at the sight, but he silently gave Master Luo a thumbs up for his reaction.

"Master Luo is still quite flexible; even after being beaten like this, he didn't even flinch or flinch..."

After slapping him three times, Qingfeng took a half step back, raised his right fist, and slowly gathered his strength.

Seeing Qingfeng's obvious intention to go all out, Master Luo was already terrified.

If that punch had landed on his chest, he probably wouldn't have recovered in less than two months.

But now he couldn't even beg for mercy. He could only repeatedly signal to Qingfeng with his eyes, as if to say, "Let me go, I was wrong, I'll never do it again..."

Qingfeng understood his gaze, but completely ignored it.

He had begged for mercy when Master Luo beat him before, but Master Luo showed no mercy whatsoever.

Qingfeng couldn't help but recall what the gentleman had just said—"Strength is not for bullying the weak."

A powerful surge of anger welled up within him, which he could not suppress.

"You've learned a little martial arts and you're already bullying us weaklings? You're not worthy of practicing martial arts at all."

" ah……"

With a roar, Qingfeng used all his strength to punch Master Luo hard in the chest, knocking Master Luo, who had just climbed out of the pond, back down.

Qingfeng stood still, his chest heaving rapidly.

The anger in his eyes still lingered.

"Qingfeng, that's enough, let's go home..."

When Li Daoxuan's voice rang out behind him, Qingfeng's eyes cleared almost instantly.

Qingfeng returned to Li Daoxuan's side and respectfully said:

"Yes, sir, let's go home."

Li Daoxuan waved the silver note in his hand and laughed:

"Let's go buy some meat and wine later. Now that we have money, we'll treat ourselves to something nice..."

Qingfeng's eyes reddened, and he nodded emphatically:

"Yes, sir. You can also buy the two other medicines you need."

"Yes, buy more."

The two chatted as they walked out of the Wang residence.

Wang and the others watched them leave, not daring to utter a single word to stop them.

The immobilization talisman was lifted, and Master Luo, who had almost drowned, suddenly climbed out of the pond, once again soaked to the bone.

Scholar Wang sighed and walked to Master Luo's side, saying:

"Master Luo, we can't afford to offend someone like him. But I do admire Master Luo; he's flexible and adaptable—that's a true man..."

The other servants couldn't help but join in the praise.

Hearing these words of praise, Master Luo felt as if he were living a life worse than death. He felt a tightness in his chest, tilted his head back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the spot.

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Qingfeng carried Li Daoxuan out of the Wang residence. As soon as they stepped down the stairs and put down Li Daoxuan's wheelchair, Qingfeng's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed as if he had lost all strength.

Li Daoxuan observed this and smiled slightly:

"Qingfeng, everything comes at a price. You got your revenge, didn't you?"

Qingfeng's face was ashen, and he leaned weakly against the armrest of Li Daoxuan's wheelchair, nodding with difficulty.

Li Daoxuan laughed and said:

"Revenge is indeed satisfying, but you borrowed my power, so when that power leaves you, you will have to bear the price of losing it."

"So remember, as heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."

"Only by striving for self-improvement can you do what you want to do."

Qingfeng nodded thoughtfully, then gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up straight, slowly pushing Li Daoxuan back.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan said no more, waved his hand, and a stream of magic power fell on Qingfeng, instantly restoring him to health.

Qingfeng knew in his heart that this was still a power temporarily lent to him by the master, and ultimately not something he had obtained through his own abilities.

But this also planted a seed in Qingfeng's heart, a seed of self-improvement.