My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The woman had already started packing her things:

"Go to hell! That Taoist priest stayed at his house last night, he might not have left yet! Let's go now and invite that Taoist priest over—no, let's go and ask that Taoist priest for some guidance!"

As she spoke, she filled the basket with things: eggs, cured meat, dried mushrooms, until it was full. Then, remembering something, she turned to her son and said:

"You go too! When you see that Taoist priest later, be sweet-talking and kneel down diligently, understand?"

The son nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Dashan scratched his head:

"They're gods, why would they bother with us?"

The woman glared at him:

"Whether they pay attention to us or not is their business; whether we go or not is our business! If you're not even going, do you expect a miracle to come knocking on your door?"

Zhou Dashan was speechless after hearing her words, so he had no choice but to follow her outside.

Meanwhile, the other hunters from last night also told their families about it.

This naturally shocked his family.

They all prepared their things and rushed to the bearded man's house.

Since everyone in this town was related in some way, the news that a deity lived in the bearded man's house spread quickly.

This attracted many people from the town to visit.

......

Ye Qingfeng came out of the house and stood on the porch.

The area outside the door was packed with people.

Dozens of people were crowded at the entrance, including men and women, young and old.

And more and more people came to watch the spectacle.

Some carried baskets filled with eggs; some held chickens that were still flapping restlessly; some carried half a carcass of pork, with a deep imprint on their shoulders.

Zhou Dashan's wife stood at the front, carrying a basket full of eggs, cured meat, and dried mushrooms, her face showing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

The crowd, who had been whispering amongst themselves, fell silent the moment they saw the gray-blue figure appear under the eaves.

All eyes were on Ye Qingfeng.

No one speaks.

Only the few chickens being held, unaware of the danger, clucked twice.

Upon seeing the Taoist priest, Zhou Dashan was so excited that his face turned red, and he bent his knees as if to kneel down.

As he moved, several people behind him also knelt down—

Ye Qingfeng raised his right hand and gently waved his sleeve.

A gentle force emanated from his sleeve, like an invisible spring breeze, brushing past those who were about to kneel.

Zhou Dashan felt something supporting his knees, and his already bent legs could no longer bend down.

He stood there, stunned, looking up at Ye Qingfeng with disbelief on his face.

The others who followed suit and knelt down also felt the force.

Some people tried to kneel down harder, but found that their knees couldn't bend no matter what they did, as if they were being supported by an invisible hand.

"Get up, everyone." Ye Qingfeng's voice was calm, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly. "There's no need for that."

A murmur arose from the crowd:

"I stood up without using any effort..."

"They're truly divine..."

"I was skeptical just now, but now I believe it..."

Those who had originally just come to watch the spectacle and didn't believe in any gods now had changed expressions.

The force that lifted them was clearly beyond human capability.

What else could someone be but a god who could do this so easily?

Zhou Dashan's wife was the first to come to her senses and quickly raised the basket in her hand:

"My lord, this is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it!"

The people behind them also raised what they were holding:

"Master, these are eggs laid by my old hen, they're very fresh!"

"Master, this is cured meat; I smoked it myself!"

"Master, these are mountain products..."

Ye Qingfeng looked at the baskets held high, filled with chickens, cured meat, and mountain produce, and shook his head slightly.

He raised his hand and pressed it down.

The crowd quieted down.

"I appreciate your kindness," Ye Qingfeng said calmly. "I have no use for these things. Take them back and keep them for yourself."

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Zhou Dashan's wife said anxiously:

"Immortal Master, you saved my master's life and gave him that immortal wine. We have nothing good to repay you with, but you must accept this small token of our gratitude..."

Ye Qingfeng looked at her and suddenly asked:

"Your husband drank that wine, and now look what happened?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dashan immediately stepped forward and picked up a stone roller from the corner of the bearded man's yard.

That stone roller must have weighed at least 300 pounds. He carried it for a few steps without breaking a sweat, and even clapped his hands after putting it down.

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Zhou Dashan said smugly:

"That wine, Immortal Master, has transformed me completely!"

Ye Qingfeng smiled and nodded, then looked at everyone:

"I appreciate your kindness. Take the things back and live a good life."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked out.

Lü Yang and Shen Zhaoyue quickly followed.

Everyone stood there, stunned, unsure of what to say.

Some wanted to chase after them, but dared not.

Just then, Ye Qingfeng suddenly stopped.

A sudden whim?

He stood at the gate of the courtyard, his brows slightly furrowed, and raised his left hand, gently tapping the knuckles of his index, middle, and ring fingers with his thumb.

Lu Yang's eyes lit up as soon as he saw it:

"The immortal master is calculating!"

Shen Zhaoyue also stopped and looked at Ye Qingfeng.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

A few breaths later, Ye Qingfeng's thumb stopped on the second joint of his middle finger.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the mountains to the south, a knowing glint in his eyes.

The bearded man asked cautiously:

"Master, what's wrong?"

Ye Qingfeng did not answer.

Instead, they looked towards the mountains to the south.

There are still causes and effects that are not fully understood; they belong to the tiger demon.

No, to be precise, he's an old fox.

Now that he has entered into this karma, he must naturally resolve it.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Does any of you have tree seeds on you?"

Everyone was taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

species?

Who carries tree seeds around all this time?

Zhou Dashan scratched his head:

"Master, there are no tree species..."

Everyone else shook their heads as well. Someone muttered under their breath:

"Who would carry that thing so early in the morning...?"

Just then, a timid voice suddenly came from behind the crowd:

"Immortal Master... is this... alright?"

The crowd parted to make way for the person who was speaking.

It was a boy of seven or eight years old, wearing tattered clothes, with mud on his face.

He held something in his hand and looked at Ye Qingfeng timidly.

That was a peach.

To be precise, it was a peach that had been bitten in.

The tooth mark on the peach is small; it's obviously from a child.

When the boy saw Ye Qingfeng looking over, he quickly held the peach up further.

"This...this was given to me by my mother this morning. I couldn't bear to eat it, so I only took a bite and then kept it...Immortal Master, is this alright?"

Ye Qingfeng looked down at the peach.

The peaches were small, greenish-red, and still had the boy's saliva on them.

The bitten part revealed the white and pinkish flesh inside.

He suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it stunned the boy.

Ye Qingfeng walked over, bent down, and took the peach from the boy's hand.

He looked down at the tiny tooth mark, then suddenly picked up the peach and took a bite next to it.

"Click."

A crisp sound.