The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

Upon hearing the dwarf say this, Lu Xiaosan's heart jumped into his throat.

"How...how...who do you think I...who else could I be?" Lu Xiaosan rambled on.

“If I knew who you were, I wouldn’t be asking this,” the dwarf asked, squinting.

"Think quickly!" Every time Lu Xiaosan thought, he would subconsciously put his fingernails in his mouth, but this time he encountered a hard mask.

But this reminded Lu Xiaosan, and he decided to use the mask to his advantage.

He forced himself to remain calm, saying, "You have already seen my face during the day."

"Oh? Could it be that you... you are the Green-Faced Immortal?" the dwarf and the two swordsmen asked at the same time.

“Wearing a mask like that, how could it be fake when you come out of the contestant entrance?” Lu Xiaosan said seriously.

The dwarf nodded. "Although there are many people wearing the Blue-Faced Youxian mask, it seems that only the Blue-Faced Youxian herself can come out of here."

But he quickly noticed something was wrong. "Something's not right. Your build doesn't look like him at all. How could Qingmian Youxian be this short? And you have an extremely foul odor about you. How could it be him?"

"That's right, that's right! It's clearly nonsense."

Lu Xiaosan snorted coldly, deliberately mimicking Ning Konglou's arrogant tone, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, everyone here is trash; not a single one of you is a top-tier expert. Am I right?" He then deliberately rolled his eyes at everyone around him, further amplifying his mockery.

Most of the people were speechless upon seeing this. Those who were extremely fond of martial arts, like the two swordsmen from before, would inevitably feel disappointed and dejected after hearing these words.

Some onlookers, focused only on the spectacle, shouted, "So what if it's not Grade A?"

Some of the bolder ones deliberately stirred things up, saying, "I'm a top-tier guy, so what if I'm trash?" But as soon as Lu Xiaosan slightly raised his hand, they cried out and hid in the crowd, no longer daring to stick their penises out.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Lu Xiaosan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily, there aren't any top-tier experts below. Besides, true top-tier experts are extremely rare, one in ten thousand. They vent their anger on others, unlike you bunch of incompetent bullies who only bully yourselves. But it's all good, now I can do as I please."

Lu Xiaosan cleared his throat and said loudly, "I didn't want to tell you ants, but seeing how pitifully ignorant you are, I will tell you. For those with A-level strength, using waves to create objects, controlling thoughts, protecting oneself, and strengthening one's body are all easy things."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Take He Lai for example. He can conjure up all sorts of weapons while flying and disappearing into the ground. That's what makes a top-tier expert special. And I am also a top-tier expert. In the competition, it's not wrong for me to slightly adjust my posture with my abilities, is it?"

"Oh, you mean that Qingmian Youxian is actually like you, short and small, and smelly, and that your appearance on the field is all an act?" The dwarf's words caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

Lu Xiaosan felt a little guilty towards Ning Konglou, but in order to save his life, he shamelessly said, "That's right."

"You're talking nonsense! Why do you adjust your posture on the field but still look like this off the field? Do you really think we're idiots?" the dwarf cursed.

"Aren't you all the same?" Lu Xiaosan glanced sideways at the crowd and continued, "There are so many beautiful girls from all over the country on the field. How could I not care about my image and behavior?"

"But now that I'm injured, deforming myself is difficult. Tell me, do I still need to care about my image in front of people like you?"

Looking around, the audience consisted entirely of men, mostly rough and resentful men, and some chivalrous outlaws who loved to fight injustice; there wasn't a single woman in sight.

"Are you saying that Qingmian Youxian fought bravely against the enemy on the field to win glory for the city, but it was all to please a pretty girl, and that he is an extremely lecherous person?" the dwarf glared and said angrily.

Lu Xiaosan sneered, "What, you still want me to have impure thoughts about you men?"

"You!" the dwarf pointed angrily, then nodded and said, "Fine, fine, since you say you are the Green-Faced Immortal, then show us ants what you've got, and we'll believe what you just said."

This dwarf old man was also a die-hard fan of He Lai, and even more so a loyal follower of Shangyang Sect. He simply couldn't accept that the dignified Qingmian Youxian actually had such an appearance.

"Hahahaha, I knew you wouldn't believe me."

Lu Xiaosan took a few steps forward and deliberately shouted loudly, "You all watch closely, I'm about to give you ants a big gift."

He pointed his fingers into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come on!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!" Then, Grandpa Wang, with a ball of rope stuffed in his mouth, flew in from behind the door.

A figure flashed by, and two swordsmen rushed forward with incredible speed to catch him. They then cheered, "It's that bald monk! He's been subdued by the Green-Faced Immortal."

The dwarf stood there stunned. "Is this the skill of a top-tier master in controlling objects? Could it be that he really is... the Green-Faced Immortal?" He looked at Lu Xiaosan, but that ugly and short figure was completely different from Ning Konglou himself.

Lu Xiaosan stepped forward, snatched the dying eunuch Wang, and brought him before the crowd, saying sternly, "Everyone, this wicked bald monk surnamed Lu openly betrayed us on the field, causing my early elimination!"

"Fortunately, I caught this ungrateful dog in time. I'm going to take him away and torture him properly. I'll sever his tendons in his feet and hands, then send him to the palace to be castrated into a eunuch, so that he can only be a stinking pig serving others and watching their faces for the rest of his life. Who knows, one day he might be chopped into mincemeat and fed to the stray dogs on the roadside, just to win their smiles."

These words aroused the crowd's anger, but only Grandpa Wang, his face covered in blood, whimpered pitifully.

"So? Do you want to do what I did?" Lu Xiaosan shouted excitedly.

"Yes! Yes!" the heroes in the audience shouted in unison.

"Fine!" Lu Xiaosan walked behind the eunuch and kicked him into the crowd. "Go to hell!"

The moment the father-in-law fell into the crowd, several extremely fast figures suddenly darted out from nowhere.

From the distant shadows of trees and rooftops, the men in black, who had been lying in wait for a long time, had already leaped forward. In the blink of an eye, they had reached the father-in-law.

Lu Xiaosan's hands trembled uncontrollably, but fortunately, his mask concealed his shocked expression. "This...this...there are so many top experts waiting to take my life..."

Seeing the group of experts who had just flown in, in order to prevent the eunuch from having a chance to fight back, they used extremely swift methods to disable all of the eunuch's martial arts skills and sever his tendons.

The shouts of thousands of men could not drown out the screams of Eunuch Wang alone.

"You call me 'your mother's big crotch'!"

Halfway through calling out, Wang Gonggong was suddenly stomped on in the face by someone, followed by a brutal beating from the group.

When they got tired of beating him, they tossed him aside like a toy. Then came the beating with sticks and fists, giving the father-in-law no chance to speak at all.

A large group of men in the audience shouted and fought, and some even drank strong liquor and, reeking of alcohol, forced themselves to perform a set of drunken boxing techniques.

Thus, the crowd cheered loudly, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

The two swordsmen were so pleased with what they saw that they couldn't resist going down to join them.

As the fight raged, a man shouted, "Brothers, watch out! Don't kill this bald thief! We'll have to send him to the castration room to be castrated later, hahaha!" The group burst into laughter.

The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, blood, and the stench of men's sweat.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaosan clenched his fists and thought to himself, "What deep-seated hatred do I, Lu Xiaosan, have for you? Why are you treating me like this!" His anger was mixed with a hint of smugness.

As he pondered, he felt his mask suddenly being removed. Startled, he turned around and saw the dwarf old man pointing at him, both surprised and delighted. "I...I knew it!"

"Oops!"

The dwarf old man immediately shouted at the group of men, but they were so engrossed in their fight that no one paid him any attention.

With so much pressure in life these days, these people are just looking for someone to vent their anger on. When things really get serious, who will care who they're fighting?

The dwarf old man was about to grab Lu Xiaosan and drag him forward when he suddenly groaned, his eyes widened, and he pointed at Lu Xiaosan, saying, "You...you." Blood streamed from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Lu Xiaosan turned around abruptly and saw Tian Gao walk forward to collect the throwing knife from the corpse, while Wen Ying hurriedly said from behind, "Brother Lu, let's leave now!"

The three dared not delay and sneaked back into the wooden house when no one was paying attention.

For two days straight, Lu Xiaosan didn't dare to take off his clothes, waiting for news from Zhexianlou that he was setting off for Qiantang.

However, the other three members of Shangyangmen were all injured, making it unlikely that they could go to Qiantang for the competition immediately.

He also heard that the eunuch Wang was eventually sent to the castration room. "Why would someone be castrated again after already being castrated?"

As a result, Lu Xiaosan's affair was exposed, which fueled the heroes' murderous intent, and they all hunted him down across the world.

The two eunuchs originally wanted to complain to the emperor, but fearing that their gambling addiction would be discovered, they had no choice but to secretly send someone to assassinate Lu Xiaosan.

Now, Lu Xiaosan can only hope that the imperial court will send him to Qiantang so that he can be safe.

These days, Lu Xiaosan thought he was already uneasy enough, but little did he know that Wen Ying also looked worried all day long, as if she had something even heavier on her mind than he did.

Early that morning, Wen Ying was seen holding a large golden retriever, staring blankly into the distance.

A gentle morning breeze blows, causing countless golden strands to flutter and making her exquisite face appear and disappear intermittently.

Lu Xiaosan couldn't help but ask, "Little Golden Retriever, what's troubling you?"

Wen Ying was slightly taken aback, then turned her head and smiled, "No...no..." The smile was forced, and even the golden retriever in her arms couldn't stand it and barked at its mistress to express its dissatisfaction.

"Alright, how could you possibly hide it from me?" Lu Xiaosan said, hands on his hips.

Wen Ying lowered her head silently for a long time before finally biting her lip and saying, "I...I really don't know what to do..."

Lu Xiaosan sat down next to her and asked softly, "What happened?"

Wen Ying's pitiful gaze slowly fell on Lu Xiaosan, "Brother Lu..."

That call made Lu Xiaosan's bones melt. "I'm here, I'm here," Lu Xiaosan said excitedly, holding her hand.

"I...I told you before...that my family sent me and Big Golden Retriever away for no reason, and today...it's been exactly six years..." Wen Ying said, sounding aggrieved.

"So what if it's been six years?"

Wen Ying's face was bitter. "My mother said that someone would come to take me home in six years..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaosan froze instantly. Wen Ying also lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Although the atmosphere remained silent for a long time, the two still held hands tightly.

"So... are you going back?" Lu Xiaosan asked cautiously.

"No!" Wen Ying answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Lu Xiaosan was overjoyed, "Then why don't you just stay here? What's there to worry about?"

Wen Ying looked troubled. "But... but I always feel that if we just leave it like this, it will leave a lot of problems."

Lu Xiaosan scoffed, "If all else fails, I'll go talk to him. Where is the person who's supposed to pick you up? When is he coming?"

Before Wen Ying could answer, the golden retriever in her arms barked twice at Lu Xiaosan as if it had answered first.

"Could it be... that it knows?" Lu Xiaosan asked in surprise.