"Who's there! Which little bastard has the guts to shout and yell here? Tired of living, are you!"
An old man appeared in response.
This old man crawled out from the nostril of the colossal Buddha statue. He was a shabby, unkempt-looking fellow, wearing tattered clothes with his chest exposed, a ragged hat, worn-out shoes, holding a broken fan in his hand, and a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.
Seeing this slovenly old man, Gu Qingfeng laughed again, because the old man was none other than Da Xing the Mad Monk.
"Master! Master!"
Monk Bu'er hurriedly scrambled up from the ground, leaped into the air, and ran to Da Xing the Mad Monk's side. Pointing at Gu Qingfeng, he quickly said, "This guy popped up out of nowhere, all mysterious-like. He looks like he has no cultivation and no Fortune, yet he's incredibly powerful. Just now, your disciple used every trick in the book and couldn't do a thing to him. Instead, he made my seven orifices bleed with just one shout."
"You useless coward! You got your seven orifices busted by someone's shout and you still have the face to say it out loud? Aren't you ashamed? I still have my dignity! Don't you dare tell anyone outside that I'm your master from now on. I can't afford to lose that face!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk harshly scolded Monk Bu'er. Monk Bu'er's skin was thick enough, though. He said, "Master, this guy is really weird. He saw right through all the Fortune on me with one glance. When your disciple mentioned your esteemed name, not only did this guy laugh like a maniac, he even called you an old turtle bastard!"
"Get lost!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk slapped Monk Bu'er on the head, then finally looked towards Gu Qingfeng standing atop the Buddha statue's head.
He discovered that Gu Qingfeng had neither cultivation nor Fortune, and was just an utterly ordinary Mortal. He wasn't a reincarnated soul, nor a body-snatcher reborn, nor did he belong to any Great Dao. Apart from the most basic human aura, there was nothing else about him.
Da Xing the Mad Monk couldn't help but frown. Although he had cultivated for a very, very long time—so long he'd forgotten himself—and had wandered the myriad realms of the heavens all year round, it was no exaggeration to say that throughout the ages, across heaven and earth, the Three Thousand Great Daos, whatever Heavenly Mandates, True Destinies, those born of fortune or calamity, all sorts of forbidden beings and ancient ancestors and such messy things... he had seen what he should have seen, and even what he shouldn't have.
He had seen all the famous, notable figures of every era. Not only seen them, but knew many of them personally.
Even the most mysterious, bizarre, unknown people, he had seen them too.
And all these people had one thing in common.
They were unfathomable.
But the problem now was that this Mortal before him wasn't mysterious or bizarre. He was just a Mortal, ordinary to the point of being utterly plain. At least, Da Xing the Mad Monk couldn't find anything unfathomable about him. Not only was there nothing unfathomable, but with one glance, everything was crystal clear—a flesh-and-blood Mortal body, with nothing mysterious or bizarre about it at all.
If he encountered such a person in the mortal world, Da Xing the Mad Monk wouldn't even bother giving him a second glance, because such Mortals were a dime a dozen in the secular realm, nothing worth his curiosity. Yet this Mortal before him had not only managed to break in here, but also made his good disciple's seven orifices bleed with one shout, and even shook this entire ruin violently.
This made Da Xing the Mad Monk feel curious.
Could this fellow be some exalted being who had awakened and returned from some bygone era?
Although every era produced a few powerful beings who stood above others, those exalted ones all possessed special innate great Fortunes of the Human Dao. But looking at this guy, forget about any innate great Fortune, he didn't even have a trace of spiritual aura.
This was the first time in his life Da Xing the Mad Monk had encountered such a situation.
What puzzled him even more was that as he looked at this fellow sitting atop the Buddha statue's head drinking, for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity. And the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed, yet he just couldn't remember, nor did he have any impression.
Meanwhile.
Gu Qingfeng sat on the Buddha statue's head, drinking his wine by himself, not saying a word, letting Da Xing the Mad Monk size him up. Seeing Da Xing the Mad Monk's look of confusion, Gu Qingfeng couldn't help but burst out laughing again.
"Kid."
Da Xing the Mad Monk flashed and appeared atop the Buddha statue's head, looking Gu Qingfeng up and down. "You look kinda familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
It would have been fine if Da Xing the Mad Monk hadn't said this, but once he did, Gu Qingfeng laughed even more heartily.
"Hey! You little bastard! I'm talking to you! What the hell are you laughing at!"
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng not only didn't stop but laughed even more maniacally, Da Xing the Mad Monk cursed angrily, "Damn it, you dare laugh at me? Looking for a beating, are you!"
As he spoke, Da Xing the Mad Monk raised his hand and slapped, intending to teach this ungrateful fellow a lesson.
Just as Da Xing the Mad Monk's slap was about to land on Gu Qingfeng's face, *snap*—a hand grabbed his wrist. It was none other than Gu Qingfeng.
"Hey! You little bastard, you're pretty strong!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk exerted force abruptly, but to his disbelief, he couldn't budge the other party at all. This really shook Da Xing the Mad Monk up, his expression changing slightly as he said in a low voice, "Just where the hell did you pop out from, kid? Pretty damn weird!"
As his words fell, Da Xing the Mad Monk exerted force again, but it was useless. He couldn't move Gu Qingfeng in the slightest.
"Fine, you little bastard! I don't believe I can't move you!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk immediately flew into a rage. Buddha light flashed around him as vast, boundless power erupted. *Bang!* In an instant, he forcibly knocked Gu Qingfeng's hand away.
"Well, well, Da Xing. Ten thousand years apart, and you've made some progress."
Gu Qingfeng smiled and said, "Try catching this punch of mine."
Before his words even finished, Gu Qingfeng threw a punch. This punch was purely physical, neither a divine ability nor containing any profound mysteries, and its speed wasn't particularly fast. Yet Da Xing the Mad Monk not only failed to catch it, he didn't even react in time before the punch landed squarely on his chest.
With that punch, Da Xing the Mad Monk felt the blood and energy in his body churning violently. His skin, muscles, bones, and blood vessels felt as if they were being torn apart, the pain intense.
Da Xing the Mad Monk hadn't experienced the feeling of pain for a very, very long time. He had almost forgotten what pain even felt like. In his heart, he felt both shock and horror, but more than anything, rage.
"Ah! You little bastard! You dare sneak attack me! Looking to die!"
Enduring the pain, Da Xing the Mad Monk also threw a punch.
"Good timing!"
Gu Qingfeng leaped into the air, also throwing a punch!
*Boom!*
The two exchanged a punch mid-air!
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged three more punches.
During the first exchanged punch, Da Xing the Mad Monk grunted.
During the second exchanged punch, Da Xing the Mad Monk staggered back uncontrollably.
During the third exchanged punch, Da Xing the Mad Monk was already spitting blood from his mouth.