Chapter Twenty-Seven: Daoist Zhang Ruofeng

Murong Xingyao and Murong Yueyao both felt their scalps tingling. What kind of divine power did this Daoist possess? They had heard tales of such feats before, but never had they witnessed anyone display such abilities right before them; it was as if he conjured immortal magic from thin air.

Yes, immortal magic—Murong Xingyao repeated the phrase in his mind.

After the collective gasp of the crowd, many people cried out in astonishment, unable to believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

This ragged young Daoist, his strength was so unfathomable—could he truly be an immortal?

An immortal walking the earth!

Had the ninety-nine mountain peaks not appeared three years ago, had the crimson mist not shrouded the sky and sun, transforming the world into a realm of red haze last night, perhaps everyone would still think this was a mere illusion.

But it was broad daylight, and the apple tree stood there in plain sight, leaving no room for doubt.

Someone, too stunned to believe what they saw, walked up to the apple tree, plucked an apple, and took a bite.

The apple was crisp, sweet, and bursting with flavor—it was undeniably real.

Touching the apple tree, it felt no different from any living tree.

Upon closer inspection, people discovered that the apple tree had already taken root and sprouted, even breaking through the asphalt road beneath it.

"My heavens, this is a miracle! Truly, everyone come and see, this is a real apple tree, this is an immortal, this must be an immortal…"

One woman, having taken a bite, became hysterical.

She was an older lady, fond of burning incense and praying in her daily life. Now, faced with such immortal magic, she was utterly stupefied, tears streaming down her face as she cried out incessantly.

Many who heard her rushed over, each grabbing an apple from the tree, feasting greedily, and then began touching the apple tree, marveling at it.

Eventually, some people fell to their knees before the young Daoist with a resounding thud.

"An immortal reborn, a god returned to the world, everyone kneel and worship! This is a true immortal living among us—we are saved!"

"I’ll kneel too! Kneeling before an immortal is no loss—who cares about a man's dignity, it means nothing before an immortal. Everyone, kneel with me and pay your respects!"

A wave of people knelt in reverence.

The young Daoist, waving his fan, seemed to relish the scene before him. Then, he lightly hopped, leaping over two meters high, clearing the crowd, and landed atop the apple tree, plucking the largest apple from its peak.

Only then did some people, stunned, point to the apple.

"Hey, look at that apple—it’s almost the same size and shape as the one the immortal asked the vendor for earlier!"

With this reminder, everyone realized that the apple the Daoist had just picked was nearly identical to the one before.

At this point, the apple vendor finally came to his senses. Earlier, he had been shocked, terrified, for the events surpassed his expectations and understanding.

This ragged Daoist could wield such immortal magic—he was an immortal, a divine being.

To offend someone like that was tantamount to courting death.

After hearing this, he hurriedly looked back at his stall—and was dumbfounded.

His fellow stall owners and nearby pedestrians were equally stupefied.

They discovered that every apple on his fruit stand had vanished—not a single one remained.

No one was foolish; after a moment’s thought, it was clear the young Daoist had used some immortal magic to transfer all the apples from the stall onto the apple tree.

The vendor was on the verge of tears.

Meanwhile, the worship continued.

After picking the giant apple, the young Daoist jumped down from the tree and approached Murong Yueyao.

"Beauty, now I can finally offer you an apple. Go on, eat—it’s big and sweet. By the way… why not marry me? I’ll give you apples every day."

He grinned wickedly.

For reasons unknown, Murong Yueyao felt that the gentle smile was tinged with a devilish ferocity on the Daoist’s face.

The young Daoist was shameless indeed.

Yet, Murong Yueyao and Murong Xingyao found themselves unable to break free from the mysterious restraints, unable to move.

"Miss, he’s an immortal—you should marry him, what could be better? I give my blessing!"

"Yes, miss! He’s an immortal—even I wish I could offer my daughter to him, but he wouldn’t want her. Go on, marry him!"

"I think it’s not bad, though she’s a bit beneath him. He’s an immortal! Looks don’t matter—she’s not worthy!"

Hearing the Daoist’s words, the kneeling crowd began to urge Murong Yueyao to marry the young Daoist.

Murong Yueyao’s beautiful face flushed, not with shyness but with anger.

Biting her lip, she stubbornly tried to shake her head.

The young Daoist’s gaze grew amused. Many onlookers, though not kneeling, had already started filming the scene.

After all, this was Antique Street, with several livestreamers. The streamers abandoned their usual banter, rushing over in a frenzy—an immortal had appeared, who wouldn’t want to witness it?

Just then, Lin Yi walked over.

He glanced at the old lady who had spoken earlier; she had claimed her approval, but Lin Yi wasn’t pleased.

He deliberately bumped the kneeling woman, kicking her square in the rear and sending her flying.

"Approval? Who do you think you are? Do you even know who this is? She’s my ex-girlfriend! Who gave you the right to speak?"

The crowd was chanting “awesome,” cheering for the immortal with outward respect, regardless of their true feelings.

Lin Yi’s words stirred up a hornet’s nest.

Especially after he sent the old lady flying, face first to the ground, her eyes blazing with fury, about to unleash her wrath.

But before she could, Lin Yi was already by the young Daoist’s side.

"You, shameless as ever. Seeing your antics, I held my tongue. We’re both old foxes—don’t play tricks with me. Get lost, or else today we’ll have a score to settle. She’s my ex-girlfriend; you’re not worthy to make me a cuckold!"

Lin Yi’s domineering attitude left the young Daoist momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected anyone to challenge him after he performed such miracles.

With a sneer, the Daoist replied, "I am the Daoist heir, not qualified? And you are? What does your ex-girlfriend have to do with you? Leave, or else…"

In his eyes, Lin Yi looked scruffy and like a petty thug, hardly a worthy opponent.

Especially since Lin Yi had just kicked the old lady.

The miracles he had performed were meant to win over followers; he intended to carve out his place in the world.

Now someone sought to disrupt him—a mere thug, no less. He could not tolerate it.

Lin Yi was taken aback.

Daoist heir.

He had heard that term before—not from novels, but earlier that morning, An Miaoyi had explained some things to him. With the memories gained from the Tiger Ghost, he had learned much.

Even in the memories of Huang Jiu, the ghostly maiden, there was knowledge of Daoist heirs.

A Daoist heir was the most talented, chief disciple among the younger generation of Daoist sects.

Could this young man truly be one?

But recalling the Daoist’s actions, Lin Yi couldn’t help but scoff.

The bird that stands out gets shot—Lin Yi had always preferred to keep a low profile, but now he felt that when circumstances called for it, he should act.

"Well… my potential is only at F level. Showing a bit of strength shouldn’t matter. If need be, I’ll just lie and say I took some pills from the master behind me. With this fictitious master, even if someone wants to harm me, they’ll have to think twice… Besides, aren’t A-level experts not that impressive? So if I beat this Daoist heir, it’s no big deal…"

Lin Yi believed A-level experts weren’t so formidable; some might be outstanding among the young, but among the older generation, they were hardly special. This didn’t violate his principle of keeping a low profile.

Of course, Lin Yi wasn’t truly reckless—he had a mind for caution, knowing he couldn’t reveal too much even if he dealt with the Daoist heir.

Just as with the weasel case, he’d make it a mystery.

"Heh."

The young Daoist chuckled.

"Daoist heir, Zhang Ruofeng of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Today, I punished the fruit vendor a little, and now I’ll punish you…"

The young Daoist, whose name was Zhang Ruofeng from Dragon Tiger Mountain, claiming the title of Daoist heir.

Before he could finish, Lin Yi had already turned his back and charged at him.

Having cultivated the Great Cavern Scripture, Lin Yi could easily knock Zhang Ruofeng aside.

But Lin Yi wasn’t going to strike openly.