The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

"Then... I'll only kill this bald monk, you shouldn't stop me, right?" Junior Brother Qin shouted into the air.

"No!" Wen Ying said, her eyes filled with tears and her voice choked with emotion.

For a long time, the person did not reply.

Junior Brother Qin's lips curled up slightly, then he leaped over Wen Ying and slapped Lu Xiaosan's forehead with his palm.

"Ugh!" Junior Brother Qin was knocked down by the green thing again.

Immediately afterwards, a man in black robes stepped through the air from afar, hovering in mid-air and looking down at the crowd.

"This...this is also...a top-tier expert!!" the disciple exclaimed in surprise.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and indifferent. He was none other than Ning Konglou, the master of the Immortal Pavilion.

At this moment, Ning Konglou and Lu Xiaosan looked at each other, their faces filled with contempt.

Junior Brother Qin slowly rose, clutching his chest, and asked Ning Konglou in the air, "Didn't you just say that you didn't care about this bald monk's life?"

Ning Konglou didn't answer, still staring intently at Lu Xiaosan. After a long while, he finally said slowly, "I've changed my mind, is that not allowed?"

Junior Brother Qin was naturally even angrier, pointing at Ning Konglou and cursing, "So all of you from the Three Venerable Palace are such fickle people?"

Ning Konglou tilted his head slightly, glanced at Junior Brother Qin, and said coldly, "Keeping your word requires choosing your target."

Qin, the junior brother, was instantly enraged and shouted, "Fellow disciples, kill these vicious dogs of the Three Venerable Palaces!"

"Yes!" The disciples in red hats and yellow robes responded and rushed towards Ning Konglou.

Ning Konglou spilled a handful of rice shimmering with green light from his pocket. The rice struck down all the approaching people with incredible speed, accurately and ruthlessly.

Junior Brother Qin was shocked. "A single grain of rice can have such an impact!" Looking at the green thing that had just knocked him down, it was also a grain of rice lying quietly on the ground.

Junior Brother Qin roared, "Don't be afraid, he'll run out of rice sooner or later." With that, he leaped up and charged forward.

Taking advantage of the break, Wen Ying hurriedly picked up the dagger on the ground and rescued Lu Xiaosan from the shelf.

"Brother Lu, how are you? Nothing... Hey!!" He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by Lu Xiaosan pressing him down in front of his face.

Lu Xiaosan kept pinching her cheeks and probing her body. Wen Ying blushed deeply and stood there, too embarrassed to move.

"Brother Lu... Brother Lu, what... is this...?"

Lu Xiaosan looked up, his face full of excitement, and said, "It really is you! Little Golden Retriever! A complete and whole you!"

Seeing her cherry lips slightly pursed and a shy smile, and recalling the scene just now, Lu Xiaosan picked him up and started spinning around in circles, laughing loudly.

They were reunited on one side, but a fierce battle was raging on the other.

Ning Konglou sat atop the green clouds, looking as carefree and leisurely as an immortal.

He held a wine jug in one hand and casually pointed with the other, knocking down a person rushing towards him with a grain of rice with each finger.

The disciples who were shot down all felt a dull pain in their chests, and suffered unspeakable agony.

Thinking back on all the years of hard training, I'm now so badly beaten by a single grain of rice that I can't get up for half a day!

Seeing these people lying on the ground, Ning Konglou sneered and took out a handful of rice from his pocket, soaking it all in the wine.

When he tried to take another grain of rice, there wasn't a single grain left. Helpless, he shook the wine jug in his hand and began to drink it in large gulps.

Upon seeing this, Junior Brother Qin sneered, "Hmph, you've run out of rice, haven't you! We've been waiting for ages! Hehe!"

One by one, the fallen disciples picked up their swords and stood up again.

Ning Konglou continued gulping down his drink, while the people below him looked on with disdain.

"Kill!" Hundreds of sharp swords shot out in response, piercing straight towards Ning Konglou in the air.

Ning Konglou casually raised his other hand above his head, and hundreds of swords, flashing green light, hovered in the air.

The disciples below were all utterly astonished. "This...this...how is this possible?!"

Ning Konglou's face was pale and expressionless. He raised his finger slightly, and the rice grains that had just been scattered on the ground flashed green light and floated in the air again.

The sword also reversed direction, and now the sky was filled with green rain, ready to be unleashed, just waiting for Ning Konglou's order.

Ning Konglou, his face cold, cast a disdainful and contemptuous glance at the crowd, and sneered softly, "Insects..."

Upon hearing this, one of them couldn't hold back and immediately jumped up to knock him down.

But as soon as his palm was extended, it was pierced through by a sharp sword that flew at lightning speed.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, and from then on no one dared to make a move.

Ning Konglou raised his head and squinted slightly. He and the clouds soared several more feet higher, a height that ordinary people could not reach.

The members of Huanghe Sect all looked up, their faces filled with despair, and said, "What...what should we do?"

Lu Xiaosan exclaimed, "Oh no, let's hide first!" He then grabbed Wen Ying and ran towards the Yellow Crane Tower.

Seeing this, some disciples were about to follow Lu Xiaosan into the Yellow Crane Tower.

Almost simultaneously, Ning Konglou frowned slightly, pointed his finger, and hundreds of green dots were rapidly scattered, almost covering the entire square.

The disciples had nowhere to hide and were all smashed to the ground, howling in pain. Other parts of the square were also smashed, leaving holes everywhere.

Unable to continue, Junior Brother Qin slammed his fist into the floor, tears welling in his eyes as he said bitterly, "We've trained here for years, boasting of our mastery. Who would have thought we'd encounter a true expert today, unable even to touch the hem of their robe? Hah, is this the strength of a Grade A master? A realm only martial arts prodigies could ever reach…"

Thinking of this, Junior Brother Qin struggled to his feet and shouted at Ning Konglou in the air, "Sir... is all you can do is hide in the sky and scatter rice? Why don't you come down... and let's have a fight. Are you afraid of someone as injured as me?"

Ning Konglou reclined on the green clouds, sipping rice wine, ignoring what his junior brother Qin had said.

Junior Brother Qin was furious and was about to shout again when suddenly a passionate voice came from the top of the Yellow Crane Tower: "Young brother, let me have a go at your fists."

Junior Brother Qin was shocked. "How come there are other people here? When did he hide on the Yellow Crane Tower? Why didn't anyone notice?"

Looking up at the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, I saw a man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, dressed like an ordinary fisherman.

Just then, the man was stretching and about to jump off the roof when his foot seemed to snag on something, causing him to tumble down the building and crash to the ground with a loud thud.

"died?"

After a short while, the fisherman slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Just as Junior Brother Qin was surprised, he heard Ning Konglou say from the air, "Brother He, you can clearly adjust in the air, so why did you insist on falling and cripple your own leg?"

"I just wanted to stretch out," the fisherman chuckled.

Junior Brother Qin was surprised. "Stretching and then crippling your own leg?" Looking at the fisherman again, he saw that he was indeed dragging a broken leg that had just been broken.

"You?? You bastard?" Junior Brother Qin pointed at the fisherman, his face full of shock.

The fisherman then said seriously, "You said you're injured, and I don't want to take advantage of you. So, I'll cripple this leg and fight you all, how about that?"

When he looked up, his left side was covered with dark red scabs, but his left eye was bright and determined.

The junior brother Qin was startled by what he saw and involuntarily took two steps back. "You...you...your face??"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you?" the fisherman said apologetically, and then quickly put on the half of the mask that had fallen on the ground. Only then could one see that his face was upright and his spirits were high.

He's in his early thirties, but he always seems full of energy and drive.

Junior Brother Qin finally regained his composure and pointed at the fisherman, accusing him, "You... when did you get in here??"

He Lai said somewhat embarrassedly, "I noticed something was off about the sack you were carrying, and I didn't know what you were going to do with it, so I just followed you all the way here."

"You... what do you take this place for? It's not a place you can just come and go as you please!" Junior Brother Qin said.

Although he said that, he was actually terrified. "This person followed me all the way and hid on the rooftop for a long time, and I didn't notice him at all!"

Junior Brother Qin glanced at the fisherman's injured leg again, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Hmph, years of practicing top-tier martial arts isn't all it takes, especially considering he just crippled his leg, plus..."

After saying that, he looked behind him, and his fellow disciples stood up one by one, all wanting to teach this arrogant fisherman a lesson.