Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

"Hey! You tamarind!"

Scarface walked up to the table and slammed his hand on Li Changqing's table without any politeness, making the wine pot on the table jump and spill a few drops of wine.

"We've got our hands on this table, old men. If you know what's good for you, grab your dog food and get out of here! Don't get in our way!"

Li Changqing was holding a peanut in his hand.

He slowly put the peanut into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it.

Then, she raised her head, her clear and deep eyes quietly looking at the three arrogant and domineering men in front of her.

There was no anger, no glint of swords, and no menacing killing intent.

It was just a calm, like watching three ants squeaking around at your feet.

"The rule in this tavern is always first come, first served. I've already paid for this table and taken my seat. If the three of you would like to share a table, I wouldn't mind. But if you're trying to kick me out, that would be rather unreasonable."

Li Changqing's tone was calm and composed, without the slightest ripple.

Upon hearing this, the diners in the lobby all gasped in shock.

Has this scholar in the blue robe gone mad from reading too much?

Didn't you see the steel knives in the hands of these three people?

Trying to reason with these vicious and ruthless wandering knights is tantamount to courting death!

Sure enough, Scarface was stunned for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter with his two companions as if they had heard the funniest joke.

"Hahaha! Reason? In this Shazhou City, the knife in my hand is reason!"

Scarface suddenly pulled out half of a steel knife, and the chilling blade was placed directly on the table in front of Li Changqing, making a crisp "clang".

"I'll count to three. If you don't get out of here, I'll use this knife to teach you how to behave in the Northeast!"

"one!"

Scarface's eyes widened, revealing a fierce glint.

Li Changqing picked up his wine bowl, drank the last sip of Xiliang wine, and smacked his lips.

"two!"

The two companions also drew their long knives, cursing and swearing. One of them even reached out his filthy hand to grab Li Changqing's collar.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Li Changqing's clothes...

Li Changqing held a tiny peanut shell between his fingertips and flicked it seemingly casually.

To the onlookers, this extremely minor movement appeared to be nothing more than the scholar's hand trembling in fright, causing him to drop some objects.

however.

"Whoosh!"

The peanut shell, as light as a feather, seemed to shoot like a steel crossbow bolt from a powerful bow the moment it left Li Changqing's fingertips, accompanied by a faint, sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

It struck the acupoint behind the knee of the man who reached out with perfect accuracy.

The power contained within is immeasurable!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out.

Before the man could even utter a scream, he felt an overwhelming, terrifying force at his right knee.

My entire right leg instantly lost all sensation.

His massive, towering body was forced to lurch forward uncontrollably under the pressure of this force!

"boom!"

The man slammed his knees heavily onto the hard bluestone floor of the tavern, as if pushing a mountain of gold and a jade pillar overturned.

The force was so great that it smashed several spiderweb-like cracks into the two thick bluestone floor tiles!

He was in so much pain that his face was contorted and his mouth was agape.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound and could only convulse on the ground, cold sweat pouring out like a waterfall.

It all happened too fast, too strangely.

To the other diners in the lobby and the two men, this companion seemed to have suddenly gone into a seizure.

Or perhaps he accidentally tripped over his own foot and ended up kneeling in a very disheveled state before the scholar in the blue robe.

They even performed an extremely grand ceremony.

"Third brother! What the hell's wrong with you! Did you drink cat pee and your legs went weak?!"

Scarface was filled with shock and rage. He drew his steel knife from its sheath and roared at his companion on the ground.

He didn't even consider Li Changqing as a suspect, after all, how could a weak scholar possibly knock down a strong man from a distance?

He turned his head sharply, glaring fiercely at Li Changqing, about to lash out.

Li Changqing had already slowly stood up.

He laid out the few copper coins on the table, which served as payment for the food and drinks.

Then, he stretched out his long, slender, fair hand and tapped lightly on the edge of the greasy wooden table, seemingly casually.

"Yes."

A very faint, muffled sound from the wood, almost drowned out by the noise in the lobby.

However, it was this very light knock.

A high-frequency shockwave, imperceptible to ordinary people, traveled along the wooden table and the bluestone floor like a hidden venomous snake, instantly reaching the feet of Scarface and the other man.

This level of control over power, so subtle and precise, is already a world apart from that of immortals and mortals.

Scarface and his companion only felt a slight numbness in the soles of their feet.

Followed by.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two extremely crisp sounds of leather snapping rang out at their waists.

The fine tanned leather belts that the two men wore around their waists to hang their heavy steel knives broke in half at the same time!

Freed from the restraint of the belt, the heavy steel sword, along with its scabbard, instantly lost its support and fell downwards.

What's even more problematic is that, in order to stay cool, the two of them didn't tighten the silk ribbons of their inner garments under their outer outfits.

Once the leather belt broke, the wide trousers, like a sack without its frame, slid out without any obstruction.

It slid down to their ankles.

In an instant, two hairy, incredibly thick legs, along with two coarse cloth underpants that had turned slightly yellow from washing, were exposed without reservation to the sight of all the diners in the tavern's main hall.

Dead silence.

The lobby fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this utterly ridiculous scene.

Scarface and his companion stood there dumbfounded, looking down at their bare legs and then at the steel knife lying on the ground.

That originally fierce-looking face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Even the scar became twisted with extreme shame and indignation.

"Pfft"

Someone in the corner couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter was like the fuse that lit a powder keg, and the entire tavern hall erupted in a deafening roar of laughter that shook the roof off.

"Hahaha! Are these three heroes here to perform striptease tricks at the tavern?!"

"That's hilarious! He was so arrogant just now, how come he can't even fasten his belt properly?!"

"Hurry up and pull up your pants! Such a dignified appearance shouldn't offend the eyes of you gentlemen!"

The diners laughed without restraint.

In this region beyond the Great Wall, known for its fierce and unruly people, the most despised are those who put on airs but end up making fools of themselves in public.

Scarface and his companions were filled with shame and indignation, and all traces of their previous arrogance had vanished.

They frantically pulled up their trousers, not even bothering to help their companions on the ground, and haphazardly picked up the steel knife.

Covering his face, he fled in disarray amidst the laughter of the crowd, like a stray dog.

The man kneeling on the ground had recovered a little and looked at Li Changqing's back with a face full of fear.

He scrambled out of the tavern, dragging his crippled right leg and crying out for his parents.

From beginning to end, no one knew that it was the scholar in the blue robe who had done all of this.

They assumed that these three bullies hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, had incredibly bad luck, and had made a huge fool of themselves.