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Chapter 71 Do you believe this?

"Everyone, be careful! You won't be able to afford the things in there for the rest of your life!"

On the small road, the broker stared at the box on the donkey cart cautiously, and at the same time kept knocking on the coolies following the cart, asking them to watch it carefully, for fear that something bad might happen.

In fact, he also thought about not using a donkey cart, but letting coolies carry it all the way here. However, this place is at least several miles away from the pawnshop, and it is really inconvenient to lift a large box weighing five or six hundred pounds. If someone loses balance, it will be more serious than a bumpy ride.

However, even under the intense escort of the broker, he did not notice that one more person had appeared in the team of coolies he brought with him.

This person is naturally the demon cultivator.

After leaving Feng Xue's house, he waited at the intersection early, waiting for the broker to deliver that refrigerator.

The way he blended into the crowd at this time was simple, it was the method of confusing people with ghostly aura. However, his realm was high, so if he wanted to confuse a few mortals, he naturally didn't need any grand illusions. He just needed to leak a little bit of his aura to confuse his presence. In this way, even if they ran into a Xuan cultivator on the road, at most they would think that he had just passed by a shady place, or even moved a dead body.

As he mixed in with the laborers along the way, the demon cultivator even slightly adjusted his body shape to make himself look more like a poor man who had been working hard since childhood and had a weak body.

He may have been a little awkward at first, but when he arrived in front of Feng Xueyuan with the pawnbrokers, he had completely integrated into the coolie team and no difference could be seen at all.

It was already 9:00 a.m., and Feng Xue's morning exercise had long ended. He was staying in the training room, constantly improving his fighting style through sparring with Liu Yunxi.

The broker immediately stepped forward and rang the doorbell at the gate of the courtyard. The sound came into the room through the pipe. Soon, the familiar figure appeared at the door.

"Mr. Feng, the refrigerator has been delivered to you, but it's quite troublesome to install. Please decide where to put it. I'll arrange for someone to install it for you right away!"

After hearing what the broker said, Feng Xue suddenly realized that the refrigerators of this era seemed to be like air conditioners, with an external unit (external compressor), which needed to be placed in a cellar or storage room and powered on, and then the cold air was transported to the refrigerator through pipes.

But Feng Xue didn't care about this. The house was big enough anyway, so he just planned a room away from the main activity areas such as the bedroom and practice room, and asked the broker to start work.

Looking at the refrigerator taken out from sawdust, wood shavings and straw, Feng Xue frowned, because among a group of people with words on their heads, he saw a guy with a bald forehead.

"Bra!" Feng Xue's heart skipped a beat, but the demon cultivator who noticed Feng Xue's change of mood at that moment was ecstatic.

"Come on, expose me! Hit me! You can't use your killing moves on so many ordinary people, right? Where's the palm thunder? Hit it here!"

The demon cultivator screamed madly in his heart, but Feng Xue looked unmoved. Of course, he was not afraid of accidental injury or anything, he simply felt that he could not win.

After all, according to the old man in the jade shop, this immortal was either the transformed remains of a great demon or a true immortal playing in the human world. It was impossible for a rookie like him who had only practiced for ten days to fight against him.

Rather than exposing him publicly, it would be better to see what he was really up to. With this in mind, he instructed his agent to deliver the refrigerator to the kitchen, and then select a suitable room to install the compressor. After running around like this, he finally caught a flaw that the demon cultivator had deliberately revealed.

At this moment, the demon cultivator said in his heart:
"It's just the two of us now! You don't have any reservations now, do you? Come on!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Xue took a step forward and said seriously:

"Senior, why do you disguise yourself so many times to test me? What is your purpose?"

"What? Where's that temper you had last night that got you so angry when you didn't agree with anything? Shouldn't you just use a palm thunder and then ask about the origins?"

The demon cultivator was speechless at the huge difference in Feng Xue's attitude before and after. When it comes to suffering a loss, one has to be passive, and it hasn't been exposed yet. If he directly said, "Yes, I am Li Maolin, the great demon master of the Three Evils Sect who was a big shot a hundred years ago," he would be making a fool of himself.

It's like if you get beaten up by someone, you can ask him to pay compensation, but if you trip and fall in front of him and ask for compensation, that's called "touching your car".

The demon cultivator immediately started thinking, and his powerful soul burst out with astonishing wisdom at this moment. Finally, he came up with a perfect idea -

He is going to tell a lie that will be exposed at the slightest provocation!
The spine that seemed to have been bent by life suddenly straightened up. The former coolie suddenly showed a bit of immortal spirit. He put his hands behind his back and coughed twice in a very flawed posture:

"Ahem, you can actually see through my disguise. You're truly intelligent! Junior, have you ever heard of the Immortal Zha?"

"Zha Shenxian? What is that?" Feng Xue had never heard of it, but just when he was confused, Mo Ming, sensing his emotions, explained:

"That's my... Oh, it's a tradition back home in Bai Li. Legend has it that every year on Lu Zu's birthday, Lu Dongbin disguises himself as a mortal and wanders the streets. Anyone who bumps into him will have good luck. If someone can recognize him, they might even receive the Pure Yang True Teachings or something. But that's a Gusu custom, and it's not April 14th right now, is it?"

"Gusu... isn't that nearby?" Feng Xue rolled his eyes, inwardly sighing that this idiot didn't understand geography. Lucheng and Gusu were separated by Crab Lake, a mere dozen miles as the crow flies. Wouldn't it be normal for them to have similar customs? And if Lü Dongbin could outdo the gods, why couldn't other gods?

Of course, Feng Xue didn't believe it completely. But with this guy's strength, what could he do if he didn't believe it? Could he say, "You old man, are you bluffing?" That would be stupid.
He can't die, but this old monster has plenty of ways to make him live a life worse than death, right?
Mo Xiu was waiting for Feng Xue to refute, but he saw a look of approval on his face saying "I see". He was immediately a little upset and decided to make the lie even more ridiculous. So he raised his voice and said -

"I was playing around in the human world, and you saw through my true identity. It was fate. However, since you have an extraordinary master, I couldn't accept you as my disciple. I just gave you a try. Now that you have successfully passed the test, it must be heaven's will. I will pass on some skills to you, which can be regarded as fulfilling this fate! Just think of this as a transaction like buying magic from a rice shop. From now on, you can never call yourself my disciple..."

Mo Xiu thought, "Now you should feel that something is wrong," but unexpectedly Feng Xue cupped his hands, bent his waist to 90 degrees and said:

"Junior Feng Xue, thank you for teaching me the Dharma!"

(Aside from the fact that the compressors were external and the refrigerants were dangerous, early refrigerators didn’t seem that backward.)
(End of this chapter)