Chapter 161: Chapter 152: Martial Cultivator vs Taoist Cultivator, Who Will Win?_2 Chapter 161: Chapter 152: Martial Cultivator vs Taoist Cultivator, Who Will Win?_2 Li Ping’an felt somewhat embarrassed; he simply wanted to bide his time and survive, but the camaraderie from Mahaparinirvana, the Monk Who Broke Precepts, was as intense as the blazing sun that leaves no room for rejection. Reluctantly, he said:

“Alright! Brother, reaching the realm you are in is not a matter of overnight, it will take some more time!”

“Wonderful! Brother, I will see how you change in the future!”

Mahaparinirvana, the Monk Who Broke Precepts lifted his cup cheerfully once more and invited:

“I have wandered half my life, and have made quite a few brothers before, but later discovered they were all hypocrites, fair-weather friends. I hope in the future we can sincerely treat each other and warm this chilled heart of mine, not wasting our brotherhood.”

“Brother, I will definitely achieve it, brother, please enjoy this cup deeply!”

“Hahaha, cheers!”

While Li Ping’an and Mahaparinirvana were drinking joyfully, Iron Staff Wang Lang leading with Xie Wenren at the rear, followed by ruffians and idle followers, quickly approached. Although their group was small, it included people from all walks of life and had a frightening momentum, causing the pedestrians to scatter in haste.

Just when this group was walking near a street close to the residential area of Wolong Pit, three ruffians who were on lookout spotted their comrades and immediately skulked over, fawning to a big ruffian:

“Stinger Bee, today the brothers throughout Chang’an City are busily working for you. Remember, we can’t put in all this effort for nothing!”

“After we finish with those bald thieves, head to the Cen Residence to collect your reward. You won’t be overlooked, but where are those bald thieves currently?”

“Right over there!”

Following the direction pointed by the ruffian, they saw a small tavern, Drunken Immortal Residence. However, Iron Staff Wang Lang was puzzled and said:

“Isn’t this place Fallen Dragon Pit? How did the monk end up drinking in such a remote place?”

“Who knows? Hurry up and move forward, we can’t let that bald thief get away!”

Wang Lang, Xie Wenren, and the others immediately followed the three little ruffians, walking deeper into the streets until they arrived near the entrance to the residential area of Fallen Dragon Pit, where Drunken Immortal Residence was located.

“Immortal Xie, you are the lead today, you should go first…”

“Hahaha, then I will not shy away from claiming this honor!”

Having joined the Flame Cloud Sect, Xie Wenren seldom was uplifted this way by others. Originally, it was his duty to lead and reveal himself to scare off that bald monk, so amidst the respectful gestures of others, he proudly walked ahead.

Iron Staff Wang Lang, addressing the idle followers and ruffians on either side, ordered:

“Brothers, I, Wang Lang, also have quite a reputation in Jianghu, my iron staff has not been stained with blood for years, today you all watch my lead!”

As Iron Staff Wang Lang spoke bravely, looking at the idle followers and ruffians supporting each other, more proud inside, seeing them all previously wounded by Mahaparinirvana, and Xie Wenren who had been duped by him, naturally no one would compete with him for glory today.

“Hurry up, we are still waiting to go back to treat our injuries.”

The idle followers and ruffians weakly responded.

With Xie Wenren, the Taoist cultivator from the Flame Cloud Sect leading, they moved step by step closer to the Drunken Immortal Residence.

However, just as they reached a point ten meters away from the entrance of the Drunken Immortal Residence, Iron Staff Wang Lang, who had just been making bold declarations of valor, was suddenly shocked, his soul nearly fleeing his body, his iron staff abruptly became like a limp stick, noticing inside the Drunken Immortal Residence, Li Ping’an, the Gang Leader of the Axe Guild, the Supreme Treasure, was joyfully eating and drinking with Mahaparinirvana, the sworn enemy of the Cen Family. He broke out into a cold sweat instantly:

“It’s him?”

Iron Staff Wang Lang trembled and said:

“How could this beast be here? Could it be that he’s here to ruin my plans again? Strange, strange, strange!”

Xie Wenren and nearby idle followers and ruffians were startled:

“What is it? Do you know that monk?”

“No!”

Iron Staff Wang Lang, after all, was adept at navigating Jianghu, having encountered countless malicious hearts, had developed extremely quick reflexes.

His expression suddenly turned to extreme pain, half-kneeling before Xie Wenren, looking up and pleading:

“Please, Immortal, kill that bald thief drinking with the young man, I beg you!”

“You…”

Xie Wenren frowned in confusion, looking down at Iron Staff Wang Lang who was acting mysteriously.

Iron Staff Wang Lang lowered his head and with one hand on his weapon and the other clutching his abdomen, he trembled in pain:

“I must have eaten something bad at noon… My lower abdomen hurts like it’s being cut… I can’t stand it… I need to go to defecate, I’ll leave this to the Immortal and the brothers!”

After saying this, Iron Staff Wang Lang held his stomach, clutched his legs, and ran towards an empty alley with his iron staff.

“I thought he was a capable man, turns out he is just a boasting piece of trash, scared shitless before the fight even starts, even less useful than us, hahaha!”

The other idle followers and ruffians mocked as they watched Wang Lang’s disgraceful retreat.

Xie Wenren from the Flame Cloud Sect didn’t think much of it, assuming Iron Staff Wang Lang was just scared and deserted the battlefield, so addressing the less skilled ruffians and idle followers around him, he said caringly:

“You folks stand to the sides, lest you get injured in the ensuing fight!”

“Yes!”

The ruffians thought that all Cultivators were this kindhearted; in reality, Xie Wenren felt it was disgraceful to stand with such unsavory people, tarnishing the prestige of their Flame Cloud Sect. If word got out, people would think the Flame Cloud Sect had to rely on a bunch of ruffians to make a show of force, even though there were not many people in this district…

Once all the ruffians and idle followers were stationed at the sides of the street, Xie Wenren resumed his posture as a Taoist Cultivator, with a proud expression, and slowly walked towards a street-side window of the Drunken Immortal Residence.

“Damn it, Supreme Treasure! You’ve come to ruin my plans again!”

Hidden in the mouth of the alley, Wang Lang punched the wall, giving up this carefully sought opportunity for glory, all because he saw Li Ping’an again.