Just as Kuafu was lost in thought, under the influence of his divine sense, he saw Aunt Xue blow a breath towards the outside of the room.

"Um?"

"The art of lust?"

"What does this woman want to do?"

"You'd better not push the door open, or I will surely slaughter everyone in the brothel!"

A sudden flash of coldness appeared in Kuafu's eyes.

Immediately afterwards.

Aunt Xue waved her hand, and a group of beautiful young women entered the room of the man with the exaggerated hammer.

Meanwhile, Kua Da Chui was already flushed, rolling around on the bed, seemingly in great discomfort.

Seeing his child in this state, Kuafu smiled slightly and muttered to himself, "Good lad, let your father see if your life is in danger!"

Immediately.

Using the Great Dao of Time, he directly pulled the timeline seven days into the future. After seeing what had happened, Kuafu murmured, "Fortunately, this old woman only coveted my son's wealth; she didn't harm him."

Then, he brought the timeline back to reality!

"Oh dear, look what my precious daughter is doing."

Kuafu walked along the bustling street with his hands behind his back, carrying a wine jar, accompanied by the gentle breeze under the night sky.

As for what his good-for-nothing son is doing, that's none of his business.

Back at Yunlai Inn, he found his daughter, Kua Tingting, sitting in the lobby with a curious expression, listening to a blind old man telling stories.

The people in this inn were all cultivators, and they were currently surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

They were all listening intently to the blind old man telling stories.

Upon seeing this, Kuafu sat quietly in a corner of the hall, lazily drinking his wine.

The blind old man's melodious voice echoed in the hall, occasionally punctuated by applause and cheers.

The blind old man said, "When I was a child, I could see ghosts. One snowy night, I met an old man carrying a wooden puppet in a deserted temple."

"The old man had a head of white hair and was dressed in rags, but his puppet was exquisitely made, and looked just like a beautiful young woman, with tears hanging from its eyes and eyelashes."

"It makes people feel affection upon first sight."

"The wind and snow outside were getting even stronger, so the two of us simply sat together by the fire."

"Perhaps having nothing better to do, the old man began to recount: 'When I was young, I loved watching puppet shows, but I wasted my time studying and researching them.'"

"I learned it, and I got older, but I became more determined to do it, so I made puppetry my profession."

"Although he was content with his lot, he led a life of wandering, without a fixed abode or companion; his only companion was his puppet."

"The old man cried as he spoke, and I comforted him and begged him to accompany him and perform a puppet show."

"On that snowy night, he carried his puppets and performed in front of a three-foot-long red cloth."

"The puppet, singing melodiously, with lifelike eyes, although painted with sad makeup, is still incredibly beautiful."

After the performance, the old man hugged the puppet and calmed down a little, but suddenly said angrily: "My whole life has been miserable, all because of you!"

"It's getting cold and I can't even afford clothes. I'm so poor that I might as well burn you." So he threw the puppet into the fire.

"I couldn't stop it in time, so I could only stomp my feet and lament the loss of this puppet."

That's all.

In front of the blind old man, there were scattered pieces of worldly silver in the ceramic bowl, which had been tossed into it by many listeners.

The blind old man, his arms trembling, held the ceramic bowl in his hands and bowed to the audience in all directions.

Then, in front of everyone, he walked unsteadily out of the inn's lobby.

His hair was white, and his body seemed to be on its last legs, which deepened the pity in everyone's eyes.

According to legend.

The owner of Yunlai Inn was a middle-aged man. He stood behind the counter and said in a calm voice, "In Zuolai County of Tianling Divine Kingdom, there is a Puppet Sect. If we trace the origin of this Puppet Sect, we have to go back tens of millions of years."

"Puppet Sect?"

Some onlookers raised their voices in confusion.

"Is it that sect that's now deserted?"

"Didn't that disappear long ago in the river of history?"

"That's right."

The innkeeper laughed and said, "The Puppet Sect is long gone. I heard that the founder of the sect went mad and instead of protecting the sect, he burned it down!"

"What a pity, we cultivators have lost a path to the Great Dao."

"Today I heard this storyteller tell some sad stories. I apologize to everyone for speaking too much. I was merely reminiscing about the glory days of the Puppet Sect as recorded in history books."

The innkeeper was tidying up the clutter on the counter while talking casually.

"This old man must be the founder of the Puppet Sect."

Just then.

Suddenly a voice rang out, causing many guests to turn their heads to look. They saw a man in white sitting in the hall.

This man possessed an exceptionally refined air and an extremely handsome appearance, instantly inspiring goodwill in anyone who glanced at him.

After all, most people are visual creatures, and when it comes to vision, there is no distinction between men and women.

"father!"

"Why are you back?"

Where is my brother?

When Kua Tingting suddenly saw Kua Fu, she asked him in confusion. She secretly suspected that the father and son had left her alone at the inn instead of taking her with them when they went out.

Did you go out and do something bad before?