The Unruly Immortals

Watching the kid grasping at his own neck, his face turning beet red, Scholar Lv was utterly baffled. Wasn't this boy supposed to be showing off his Divine Skills?

What's with this ghastly appearance? Could it be that this was the Divine Skill he intended to display? Anyone could do this.

"Crack~ Gag~!!" After a bout of violent retching with his back arched, the dog-toting boy finally spit out a short needle wrapped in white silk and it fell to the ground.

"My goodness, I almost kicked the bucket here," the boy said with a fearful look in his eyes as he observed the needle with the white silk on the ground.

He had a momentary lapse of reason, planning to inhale first then blow it out, but ended up drawing the object into his own throat instead.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to remember something. He sprang up from the ground, alarmed, and gaped at Scholar Lv. "Quick, quick, quick! Check my mouth, see if there's anything wrong!"

"What? There's nothing wrong. But how small is your throat opening? Feels like something sticky on the side," replied Scholar Lv.

Hearing this, the boy was scared witless,

He thrust two fingers down his throat and searched frantically, all the while retching, but after the check, the boy found no issues except for a narrower throat than before.

"Then that's good, that's good. Lucky it got stuck in my throat and I didn't swallow it. If I had actually swallowed it, I would have ended up like Elder Brother Li before." The boy was relieved; he knew he didn't possess Elder Brother Li's skill to force things back out. That would have truly turned him into a monster.

Having recovered somewhat, the boy then heard light laughter from the riverbank. His face immediately flushed with embarrassment, he quickly bent down and, covering with his sleeve, picked the needle up from the grass.

The boy felt he had lost face in front of the women, which was far more severe than the blunder he had just experienced.

"This doesn't count! Let's do it over!" In a show of determination, the boy once again placed the needle wrapped in white silk back into the small tube.

Having learned a lesson from his recent mishap, the boy was extra careful, taking a deep breath from afar before placing his mouth at one end of the tube and forcefully blowing at the sheep that was grazing.

"Whoosh~!" The long needle inside the tube shot out instantly, piercing the base of the black sheep's horn.

Immediately after, everyone present saw the sheep's horns sliding swiftly on its wool, ending up under its chin.

Hearing the exclamations and screams, the boy was immensely satisfied and almost burst out laughing.

Yet, at that moment, he feigned an air of disdain. "How about that? Didn't I say I had Divine Skills? Without them, who could do this?"

Having said that, he took out another needle and blew at the sheep again, this time hitting its front hoof, and the white sheep stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hey! This thing's really effective! Next time I run into bandits, I'll use this! But I must remember to inhale deeply from a distance before blowing."

Just as the boy was admiring his handiwork, a woman with a pear-shaped face approached from where the women were washing clothes by the river, her eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at the tube in the boy's hand. "What's this? Great master?"

"Hehehe~" Being called a great master delighted the boy so much his grin stretched ear to ear.

"This is the Magic Artifact I use to perform my Divine Skills! You want to see it? I can show you, but you can't touch. Ordinary folks mustn't handle it!"

Using that as a conversation starter, the two of them actually struck up a chat, which made the Scholar Lv look on enviously.

Yet all he could do was watch since he didn't have such an item.

Time flew quickly, and soon enough, the women had finished washing their clothes.

At this moment, the boy was looking at a white stone in his hands, chuckling joyfully. It was a gift from the woman, who said she had picked it up by the roadside.

The stone was quite ordinary, with at most some rounded white spots, but the object itself wasn't important—it was the sentiment that the stone represented that mattered.

Now, the flower that had been on Gouwa's ear was gone, given to that woman.

"Hehe~! Scholar, I'm getting married!" Gouwa brought the stone up to his nose, took a sniff, and, with a spring in his step, carefully tucked it into his chest.

Off to the side, Scholar Lv's face hung glumly; he was reluctant to accept this. How could Gouwa, looking like that with his patchy yellow and white face, be getting married?

"No, a flower is still too light. I need to give her something more expensive. I'm going to ask Sister Bai She for some Silver!" Gouwa said enthusiastically as he was about to leave.

"Hey, Gouwa, wait a moment!" Scholar Lv called out to him.

"What for? You want to borrow? Not a chance! You know, I risked my life to get this!" Gouwa said protectively as he walked over to the odd sheep and plucked the needle from its body to keep it.

"Who wants to borrow your broken stuff? I don't care for it even if it were given to me. It's because before you head out, my dad asked me to inquire about something with you."

Hearing Scholar Lv's words, Gouwa, who was about to leave, turned his head in surprise. Top Scholar Lv really hadn't asked him anything before.

"Well, how did Taoist Master look today?"

"How would Li Brother look? Can't you go and see for yourself? It's not that far away." Gouwa was just about to leave, but Scholar Lv stopped him again.

"Hey, hey, hey, do me this favor for the sake of my face that no woman cares about. Gouwa, I really don't dare to go."

"What? What did you just call me?" Gouwa glared at him with a frown and a scowl.

"Cao Cao, Big Brother Cao! I'm begging you, you're about to get married, you should be magnanimous."

Seeing Scholar Lv's pitiful look, Gouwa's face showed a trace of smugness, "What are you afraid of? Could Li Brother eat you up? Come on, I'll accompany you to check on him."

Not far from the riverbank, they leaned on the side of a tent and saw Li Huowang from a distance.

"Is Taoist Master sharpening his knife over there?" asked Scholar Lv, who was leaning on the tent, his voice careful.

"No, that's his interrogation tool. He probably feels it's gotten a bit blunt from use and is sharpening it to make it more pointed."

"But I still can't tell his mood by his face. Cao Brother, can you help me get a closer look?"

"Heh! Why should I go over there to look? It's your own business, why not go by yourself?"

"But your dad, why is he asking about Li Brother's mood? Does he want to talk something over with Li Brother?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, my dad has been very anxious lately."

Just then, the two of them suddenly noticed Li Huowang from afar, looking straight at them.

Gouwa pushed Scholar Lv forcefully on the back, shoving him out from the cover of the tent, then came out himself and flashed a big smile at Li Huowang.

Next, Gouwa saw Li Brother gather up all the interrogation tools, hang them on the bottom of the leather bag, and head towards the two solitary tents in the distance.

"Eh? Li Brother isn't going to Black Taisui's tent; he's going to the other one."

"Gouwa, what's inside that tent?" Scholar Lv squinted as he peered into the distance.

Gouwa looked at him with disdain, "What's it to you? Just go back and tell your dad that Li Brother has been in a bad mood these past few days, and if he wants to discuss something, it's better to wait for a few more days."