Why did you provoke that old man? He's a reincarnation of a deity!

Xiao Nian, leaning on her cane, walked toward a teaching building, with Qian Yukun following closely behind.

The teaching building is a building specifically for teachers to rest.

Zhao Dapeng was sitting in his private room, legs crossed, drinking tea.

He was in a good mood today, the shadow of being publicly defeated by Meng Chenhai a few days ago had just begun to fade.

Several young female instructors from the next class even asked him for advice on boxing techniques. Their chests were truly impressive, and every move they made left a lasting impression on him.

Now he feels he can do it again.

Just as he was feeling smug, the door creaked open.

Zhao Dapeng looked up and saw the white-haired, hunched old man standing at the door, followed by a middle-aged man in a silk robe.

He paused for a moment in his teacup, then put it down, his face contorted with anger: "Old man, what are you doing here? Looking for a beating?"

Xiao Nian, leaning on his cane, approached him and stood there, looking down at him: "Five thousand taels."

Zhao Dapeng's smile froze for a moment: "What, five thousand taels?"

"You made that bet with me on the day of the assessment: five years' salary, five thousand taels. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Zhao Dapeng's smile vanished completely.

He leaned back, crossed his legs again, and said slowly:

"Hehe, Lao Meng, I think you're getting senile. It was just a joke that day, you actually took it seriously? Besides, I just said it casually, nobody signed or put their fingerprint on it, don't you think?"

He shrugged, looking like a scoundrel.

Xiao Nian looked at him with a cold smile.

Qian Yukun couldn't hold back any longer: "Zhao Dapeng, you're a martial arts master who has just opened his meridians. I heard you made a bet in front of so many people, and now you're trying to renege on it?"

"In front of so many people? How do you know? Is anyone going to testify? If not, get lost. Who are you?"

Qian Yukun revealed the alchemist's token in his hand and waved it in front of Zhao Dapeng.

Zhao Dapeng's expression changed. A level two alchemist? When did this old man have such a background?

But he remained sharp-tongued: "Oh, a level two alchemist? What, alchemists these days work as debt collectors? I'll say it again, that bet was a joke. If you're not happy, you can sue me. I'm waiting for the summons."

He put the teacup on the table, crossed his arms, and made it clear that he wasn't going to give it to him.

"And another thing, old man, let me tell you, you only beat me that day because of luck. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

Qian Yukun was speechless. He felt he was shameless enough, but there were people even more shameless than him.

"I'm telling you, this isn't a time to discuss this with you," Xiao Nian said coldly.

Zhao Dapeng grinned crookedly.

"I won't give it to you, what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm telling you, this is an academy, and private fights are forbidden."

"Old Meng, I told you, it was just a joke. If you're really short of money, I have two taels of silver here. Take it and buy yourself a bowl of noodles. Stop causing trouble here."

Zhao Dapeng smiled smugly.

"Heh, do I, the Azure Heavenly Venerable, need to abide by other people's rules?"

Xiao Nian's aura suddenly surged, and he raised his right hand to grab Zhao Dapeng.

Zhao Dapeng only felt a blur before his eyes, and those five withered, twig-like fingers were already gripping his neck.

Xiao Nian picked up Zhao Dapeng like a chick.

This is an immense force that is simply irresistible.

"You motherfucker..." Zhao Dapeng was about to curse when Xiao Nian's left hand slapped him.

"Smack!!"

Zhao Dapeng's left cheek teeth were knocked out and embedded in the wall with a "clink".

Half of his face swelled up like a bun, a bloody gash appeared around his eye, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was completely stunned.

He refused to believe it and wanted to retaliate.

He's a martial arts master who has opened his meridians, how could he be slapped away by an eighty-year-old man?

Zhao Dapeng gritted his teeth and met Xiao Nian's lowered gaze. There was no emotion in those cloudy eyes.

His body was trembling, and urine was leaking from between his legs.

"Move! Move!" Zhao Dapeng kept shouting in his mind, but his body couldn't move at all, as if something was suppressing him.

Zhao Dapeng didn't know that it was spiritual energy.

Xiao Nian slapped Zhao Dapeng again with her backhand, then threw him away with extreme disgust.

Zhao Dapeng collapsed to the ground, his face so swollen he couldn't open his eyes.

He suddenly remembered the day of the assessment. He threw a punch, and Xiao Nian just lightly tapped him with her cane, causing him to fall flat on his face. He had always thought it was because he was careless and that he had slipped.

It turned out not to be.

From beginning to end, this old man completely overwhelmed him.

I'm so ridiculous.

"I, I give..." Blood and foam dripped from the corner of his mouth.

If we don't give it to him soon, he'll definitely die here.

He shakily pulled open the drawer, his voice trembling: "All five thousand taels are here, Teacher Meng, no, Grandpa Meng, take them..."

Xiao Nian didn't take the stack of silver notes, but gave Qian Yukun a look.

Qian Yukun quickly and courteously accepted the silver note.

"You've always misjudged your place. You think you can beat me? You think you can? Even your cheapskate master, Dean Chen, can't."

After saying that, he leaned on his cane, his back hunched, and slowly walked out.

The same seemingly harmless old man came in.

Zhao Dapeng slumped against the wall, his face a bloody mess, his mind completely broken.

The old man knew his master was Dean Chen, yet he still dared to try and rob him, making such boastful remarks. He'd met his match today. Old man, you just wait!

Qian Yukun stood at the door the whole time, his mouth agape, almost dropping his jaw in astonishment.

His mind was buzzing.

His experience as a second-level alchemist had allowed him to see many experts, but he had never seen an eighty-year-old man slap a martial artist who had opened his meridians so hard that the man didn't even have the courage to fight back.

He was glad that he had just called the old man his godfather.

He suddenly remembered the time he challenged this old man in the hall of the Pill Guild.

If he had said anything more defiant back then, wouldn't that slap have landed on his face?

Qian Yukun swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

The gruesome image of those teeth embedded in the wall kept replaying in Qian Yukun's mind.

That force must have been tremendous!

Xiao Nian walked past him: "What are you standing there for? Let's go refine some pills."

Qian Yukun shuddered and quickly followed.

He quickened his pace to catch up with Xiao Nian, his voice still trembling slightly: "Godfather, you just mentioned alchemy?"

"Um?"

"No." Qian Yukun swallowed back the rest of his sentence, "You can do this too?"

"My godfather is so domineering. Why bother reasoning with him? He just grabs it directly."

Xiao Nian stopped and turned to look at Qian Yukun:

"I don't do things like bullying men and women. Enough talk, let's get out of here."

Qian Yukun followed behind Xiao Nian, glanced back at the window of the teaching building, and only one thought remained in his mind:

This old man… from now on, whatever he says goes. Never mess with him!