Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Senior, I have a prescription, but I'm not sure if it's effective."

"Oh? What kind of prescription?"

The elderly man, with his straw sandals and flag held high, turned around with a grin, his eyes showing a hint of interest.

"To cure diseases and save people, my approach is to first remove the pus from sores!"

"How do you remove the pus from sores?"

"Naturally, by applying strong medicine, kill!"

"What if strong medicine isn't enough to remove the pus?" The old man's eyes flashed with disappointment upon hearing this, but Yi Chen's reply soon made his heart skip a beat.

"Then use even stronger medicine. If it can't remove the pus, it certainly means the medicine isn't strong enough."

"As long as we can find the real tiger and wolf remedies, I believe they will undoubtedly remove the pus!"

As a supreme martial artist, Yi Chen's thinking was clearly in line with the path dependency of such experts, always betting on sheer power to work wonders.

Old man: "...."

"Young Taoist, you are indeed spirited. I hope in the future you can truly find that real tiger and wolf remedy to remove the pus."

The old man's mouth opened, but he swallowed the words "If you practice medicine, you'd better start as a veterinary doctor" which were on the tip of his tongue. Although disappointed, he still encouraged Yi Chen.

In a flash, the elderly doctor holding his flag disappeared behind the hillside. With several more flickers of movement, the old man suddenly paused and looked back in Yi Chen's direction.

"Young Taoist, it's great to be young!"

"If I am the strange old doctor, then you are surely the mad one!"

Shaking his head and sighing, the old man was indifferent to Yi Chen's prescription and continued on his way.

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"Quack, I certainly have world-shaking wisdom; a random prescription has earned me high praise from that enigmatic senior."

"It seems my World-Shaking Pure Yang might truly become a great physician."

"Yi Chengzi, for your wit, here, have a chicken wing as a reward!"

Watching the old man walk away, Yi Chen felt the tension inside him loosen slightly. Despite his seemingly careless demeanor at the meal and drinks, it was but a façade used for protection by Yi Chengzi.

Before such an unfathomable master, he was ready at any moment to flee at full speed.

Fortunately, the whole situation was just a false alarm—this person didn't seem to be an expert sent by Central Continent to sabotage Ying Si's mission to Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Still, the information revealed by the old man greatly shocked Yi Chen.

The stronger his cultivation, the more he knew, and the more he knew, the more doubts grew in his heart.

The sun was setting, a robust Taoist sat under the pine trees, one chicken wing at a time, followed by a sip of fine wine, as he began to ponder deeply.

Just as the last ray of light at the edge of the sky was about to fade, a girl with purple hair and black and white stockings floated down from the horizon.

What she saw was a pile of flamingo bones burning in the pine wood bonfire.

"Daoist Lin Luo, you've arrived, come sit down."

"I'm terribly sorry, I had bumped into a senior earlier, and now I'm afraid there aren't many chicken wings left."

"Why don't you try some of my Po-bo chicken (space) instead?"

Lin Luo: "...."

"What's with that look, Daoist Lin Luo? Could it be you suspect I've gobbled them all up?"

"That senior called himself the odd medical expert Saint Qi Huang, always referring to himself as the strange old doctor. Daoist Lin Luo, you oversee the Ministry of Justice, have you heard of this person before?"

The purple-haired girl shook her head and sat down at the table: "No."

Yi Chen: "...."

Lin Luo's eyes showed a hint of disappointment; after all, she had specially brought her treasured ten jars of fine wine to share.

She poured herself a cup of wine and casually tore off a skewer soaked in a pot on the long table.

The taste was good, but still not as delicious as flamingo wings.

After all, the ingredients for this Po-bo chicken were just ordinary spiritual bird meat, nothing fancy.

"Eh~ you really can't hide anything from Daoist Lin Luo. I did secretly keep two pots of roasted flamingo wings."

"That self-proclaimed strange old senior wanted to eat more after finishing his portion, but I didn't allow it. I quietly saved two pots just for when Daoist Lin Luo came to taste."

Seeing Yi Chen cheerfully producing two pots of steaming roasted wings, Lin Luo's disappointment vanished instantly.

"Then Lin Luo will not hold back."

Watching the purple-haired girl's expression finally return to normal, a smile flickered in Yi Chen's eyes.

What is expectation management? This is expectation management!

As a Taoist adept in understanding human nature, after his exuberant show-off session with the mysterious senior, Yi Chen knew he had to smooth things over.

Having promised Lin Luo a sumptuous meal before setting off, and with the majority of the flamingo wings inexplicably gone, it was clear the feast had fallen through.

When the initial commitment faced a hitch, expectation management became all the more crucial.

Human nature favors compromise; first, he said all was gone, then presented the remaining two pots of flamingo wings, which makes acceptance easier for others.

"Taoist Yi, your culinary skills are truly exceptional. Lin Luo has brought ten bottles of fine wine for this occasion; let's not stop drinking until we're fully content tonight!"

"Good, let's not stop until we're content!"

"But truly, Daoist Lin Luo, I did not deceive you in my claims. That man who calls himself the strange old doctor is extraordinarily skilled, far beyond me."

"Lin Luo understands. I'll report back to the Emperor and investigate. Such a remarkable person must certainly have some reputation."

The purple-haired girl smiled brightly and started to drink liberally and eat heartily.

The evening breeze was gentle, the sound of the sea through the trees was soothing, and under the pine, the moonlight streamed through the needles, casting mottled shadows. The two of them talked about everything and anything, and from time to time, Lin Luo's laughter like silver bells could be heard, perhaps at some amusing story.