Zhang Ling'er laughed a few times.

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Wang Xu pursed his lips, put away his fishing rod, and without any airs, squatted down on the ground, tucking his two withered hands into his robes.

After sniffing, he said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Is the person you are looking for Lu Shan?"

Ye Mujiu blurted out.

She subconsciously thought it would be Lu Shan, because Lu Shan had already anticipated the old man's appearance, but what coincidence could there be in the world?

She didn't believe it.

However, Wang Xu's next answer disappointed her.

Wang Xu shook his head, indicating his denial.

Then, his nose seemed to be a little uncomfortable. Without caring that there were outsiders present, he wiped his nose with his sleeve, and snot and saliva smeared onto his clothes.

It seems that those faded areas on the cuffs must have come from this.

Although this behavior was very indecent, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

Both of their gazes were fixed on Wang Xu.

Wang Xu didn't care. After sniffing, he took out a small knife from his pocket. The knife flashed and a cold glint appeared. Several small mud balls emitting a strange smell appeared on the ground.

"Forehead……"

They truly hadn't expected the old man to be so disheveled.

Clearly, that little mud ball wasn't clean.

Being a clean and tidy young girl, she felt somewhat uncomfortable at the sight, especially with the pungent smell, so the two of them subconsciously took a step back.

Just then, they suddenly remembered that the grilled fish they had eaten earlier seemed to have come from the old man's hands...

Forehead……

The two of them suddenly felt nauseous.

However, out of consideration for face, I couldn't react, so I had to suppress my nausea and pretend to be calm.

This small gesture caught Wang Xu's eye, and his expression became noticeably indifferent.

He pursed his lips dismissively and said casually, "The person I'm looking for is named Zhou Mu. Do you know him?"

"know."

Upon hearing Zhou Mu's name mentioned, Ye Mujiu was taken aback at first, then, after realizing what he meant, asked, "What do you need him for, sir?"

"You know him?"

Wang Xu had only asked casually, but after receiving a positive reply, he became excited and his face became rosier than before. He stood up and pulled his hand out of his sleeve.

Excited, he grabbed Ye Mujiu's arm, his snotty sleeves rubbing back and forth against Ye Mujiu's beautiful blue robe.

"Please calm down... calm down."

Ye Mujiu was startled by the sudden enthusiasm. Even Zhang Ling'er, who was standing to the side, was puzzled after seeing this scene. Why was the old man so excited after hearing about Zhou Mu?

Her gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Calm down my ass! Quick, take me to him, right now, immediately..."

Wang Xu was so excited that he practically dragged Ye Mujiu away, while Ye Mujiu passively followed behind him.

Despite his white hair and aged appearance, Wang Xu walked with remarkable agility, far surpassing even the young and vigorous Ye Mujiu. After walking for only a short while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Ling'er, on the other hand, was left far behind.

Just as they were about to leave through the main gate, Wu Ming appeared.

Upon seeing Ye Mujiu, he was about to greet her, but when his gaze fell upon the old man who was almost in physical contact with Ye Mujiu, his expression immediately changed. His brows furrowed, and he shouted, "You old bastard, how dare you touch my man! You're courting death!"

In reality, there was no physical contact between the two due to the clothing separating them, but Wu Ming saw it as nothing short of a provocation.

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body.

In a mere instant, it displayed overwhelming power.

He dared not attack rashly, fearing that the aftershocks might harm the weak Ye Mujiu.

He put on this show just to scare that blind old man and show off his power in front of Ye Mujiu, staging a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama. If he could win the beauty's heart, he would have made a fortune.

but.

Ideals are beautiful.

The reality, however, is quite harsh.

After he adopted this posture, he thought the slovenly old man would be startled. However, the old man's eyes revealed a hint of disdain, and he began to nitpick, staring at him and saying, "You call me an old scoundrel?"

He hated being called an old scoundrel more than anything in his life.

Someone said that to him before, but he couldn't beat that person, so he had to give up. But now it's different. If he can't deal with the old ones, can't he deal with the young ones?

Despite the opponent's menacing aura, the old man remained calm and composed while speaking, even outshining Wu Ming in terms of presence.

This made Wu Ming's heart skip a beat.

Before he could react, the powerful and fierce spiritual energy surrounding him suddenly fluctuated. Then, with a loud slap, a red handprint appeared on his face. Beneath the handprint, there was a little bit of thick white liquid, somewhat like snot that hadn't been wiped clean.

Wu Ming was stunned, standing there, covering his face, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Now he is at least a martial artist in the Dharma Aspect Realm, and he has several saints protecting him. Not to mention this inconspicuous old man in front of him, even Zhang Tianjian, the hall master of the Sword God Palace, probably cannot get close to him, let alone slap him hard across the face.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed from afar.

Zhang Ling'er and Ye Mujiu were both stunned.

However, the two calmed down after a short while.

After all, Wang Xu's status is such that he can stand on equal footing with the Domain King of the Divine Realm, so slapping Wu Ming isn't too much of a stretch.

thump thump

Three figures appeared silently, stepping out of the void and arriving around Wu Ming in one step.

All three were dressed in white.

Although they possessed no spiritual power, it was clear to anyone with discerning eyes that these three were all powerful individuals who were hiding their true strength.

These three are the Saint-level experts who are secretly protecting Wu Ming.

Now that Wu Ming has been humiliated, as his guards, they cannot escape blame.

Then, they all showed up.

"Let's do it."

One of them spoke in a low voice.

The three then approached the seemingly harmless old man in a triangular formation.

At this moment, the old man had already released Ye Mujiu, looking completely calm and unperturbed, seemingly unaffected by the impending attack. He picked his nose, then rolled the object he had pulled out into a ball and played with it on his fingers.

It looks disgusting.

Wu Ming's face looked extremely pale at this moment.

This was an utter disgrace. If he didn't regain his dignity, he would be ridiculed, and how could he, as the young master of the Divine Realm, maintain his standing?