Chapter 19: Huang Shiren's Exorbitant Demands The Old Taoist is Also Shameless

  There are three kinds of people in the world who are typically despicable.

  There are three things that are particularly contemptible. Firstly, eavesdropping on a couple's intimate conversation in their boudoir; secondly, interrupting good friends who are drinking and chatting together by inserting oneself into the conversation; thirdly, sneaking into someone else's toilet to steal their toilet paper. The first one is about the joy of love between men and women, which is rare and genuine, but eavesdropping on them is despicable. Good friends drinking together and discussing life, but then someone inserts themselves, ruining the atmosphere, how can that not be contemptible? As for the third one, it's even more contemptible than the others.

  Huang Shiren and Jin Daxiang, two scoundrels, had pulled off a scam and made some money. Feeling pleased with themselves, they sat under a tree, drinking cup after cup, having the time of their lives. Suddenly, they heard someone above them asking them to treat him to wine, which scared Huang Shiren so much that his heart almost jumped out.

  Lao Huang has been cautious all his life, and the other party hid on his own head without him noticing. If he deliberately ambushes himself and is not going to die, then...

  The two brothers jumped up at once, some holding clubs and others holding knives, making preparations to strike at any moment.

  "Halt, halt." A chuckle echoed through the trees, and a figure leapt down from among them. It was not that old Daoist, but who else could it be?

  The old Taoist rubbed the sleep from his eyes, let out a yawn, and muttered to himself: "Heavens have mercy, I've been starving all day, my belly's been growling like a drum, I finally fell asleep for a bit, had a dream that my grandson was bringing me some fine wine, I was drinking happily, when you two young whippersnappers woke up this old man from his good dream."

  While speaking, he sat down without being polite, didn't take a cup, and poured himself a drink from a wine jug, gulping it down. A good wine was drunk clean in the blink of an eye by him.

  "You old good-for-nothing, are you asking for a beating?!" Jin Dasheng's temper flared up, he couldn't hold back.

  He had no good impression of this old Taoist at all, seeing that he didn't even greet him before drinking a whole jar of his own wine. Enraged, he let out two loud cries and with the three-pointed knife in his hand, he slashed out a blade of light, chopping towards the old Taoist's white head!

  A sharp knife, extremely fast, the old Taoist was getting closer and closer, it seemed that he would roll on the ground like a watermelon, but the old Taoist was hugging a vat, and with a casual stumble, not only did he dodge, but his bare feet also kicked Jin Dasheng's ankle, causing Jin Dasheng's nose to twist in pain!

  "Looking for death!" Jin Daxiang's mouth opened wide, and the piece of cow bezoar, accompanied by a loud thunderclap, smashed towards Lao Dao.

  "Goodness gracious, what a big piece of bezoar! If I were to make medicine out of it, wouldn't that be wonderful?" The old Daoist chuckled and stretched out his dark, dirty paw to take the bezoar.

  "Ox Nose, return my treasure!" Having lost his precious object, Da Sheng's anger caused the three corpses in his body to violently jump up and down, smoke emerging from within. He brandished his fists, ready to fight to the death, but was quickly pulled back by Huang Shi Ren.

  Huang Shiren is not stupid, he had long seen that this old Taoist was not ordinary, and the cow's yellow self would not have been able to dodge if he hadn't been careful. He actually caught it with one hand, damn, it seems like today he met a really capable person.

  A true person does not reveal their appearance, and one who reveals their appearance is not a true person. This old Taoist in front of us is probably of this type.

  "Great promotion, don't be rude!" Huang Shiren's eyes widened and he shouted at Dasheng to retreat. He narrowed his eyes and saw a smiling face approaching him.

  "Old fellow, if you're willing, why don't you sit down and have a good time with my brother? I've got wine and meat here, isn't that enjoyable?"

  Huang Shiren smiled and said.

  This cheap person said, while taking out one by one from the immortal bag the special products of Mei Mountain, such as deer legs and monkey brains, meaty ganoderma lucidum and crane claws, all of which were full of color, fragrance, and flavor. Moreover, there was that wild fruit wine from Mei Mountain, a fine vintage, whose aroma wafted out as soon as the seal was opened, making Lao Dao's mouth water uncontrollably.

  "You little scamp, not bad." The old Taoist tossed the cow gall to Da Sheng and didn't stand on ceremony, stretching out his two paws to grab a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of food. In an instant, all the wine and meat on the table were eaten clean by him, leaving Jin Da Sheng and Huang Shi Ren staring in amazement.

  This old thing, hasn't eaten for tens of years!?!

  Huang Shiren bowed and said: "Senior, I wonder if you are still satisfied?"

  "It's delicious!" The old Taoist licked his greasy hands, let out a satisfied belch and said: "We've eaten our fill of meat, but what about the wine?"

  "It's gone!" Jin Dashi glared at him with a scowl.

  This time down the mountain, the two of them only brought twenty or thirty jars of wine, but he drank ten or more jars in one breath. If he continues to drink like this, those two cheap guys will have to pay their respects with a funeral later on.

  "This young fellow! I, an old man, am not one to drink for nothing." The old Taoist chuckled and smiled at Huang Shiren's face with a flattering expression: "Young fellow, this wine of yours is really something, it's got kick! I've been drinking all my life, traveling the world, but never have I tasted anything as fierce as this, like a fire burning in my belly, flames bursting forth, what joy!"

  "Senior is indeed good at wine! This wine of mine is made from the cold spring water in the mountains and added with extremely rare dragon fruit, these wines are all hundred-year-old vintage, naturally delicious!" Huang Shiren held the wine bag and talked nonsense.

  "Alright, alright! Youngster, bring me another jar!" The old Taoist was drinking with gusto, eager for more.

  "Old man, I'll make sure you have enough food, but I won't be able to give you any wine." Huang Shiren secretly smiled to himself.

  Grandma's, I've been fishing with a long line for half a day, and now you're hooked!

  "This is why!" The old man was very displeased, but for the sake of the wine, he had to come over, with a flattering smile, extremely eager.

  Huang Shiren sighed and said, "This time, I've gotten into trouble. There's a disaster at home, so I'm traveling far away. My two brothers and I have come out, but there are still two brothers left at home. Leaving this wine behind is just a thought, taking a sip allows me to think of those two brothers of mine who are outside, don't know when they can return to their hometown. You've finished drinking it, now I have no more thoughts."

  Huang Shiren's expression was one of extreme sorrow, and when he spoke with emotion, he even wiped away his own tears, causing Jin Dashi's nose to ache.

  "Oh, I see." The old Daoist's face froze as he saw the two of them like this, and a sympathetic expression appeared on his face. However, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the immortal bag in Huang Shiren's hand, which was truly making him anxious to get it.

  "Little one, this wine may be a thought, but it also has an end when you drink it up. Why don't you give it to me, an old man? I won't drink for free, I'll exchange something for it, how about that?" The old Taoist rubbed his nose and looked at Huang Shiren expectantly.

  "Elder brother, you've gone too far! What thing can be exchanged for the bond between us brothers?!" Huang Shiren pretended to be angry.

  "I can see that you're still a man with feelings and loyalty, not bad. I like it." The old Taoist said as he took off the tattered pouch from his body.

  Jin Dashi sneered and smiled, he didn't believe there was anything good about this old Taoist.

  The old man fumbled for a moment, took out three to five large purple pills, and placed them in his hand. "This pill of mine is called the Five-Turn Golden Pill," he said. "Taking one will allow you to cultivate the body of the Taiyi True Immortal. Youngster, I'll exchange it for all the wine and water you have on hand. What do you say?"

  Gulp. The two scoundrels swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time. The elixir in Lao Dao's hand was as big as a longan, with a radiant glow and an aura that was anything but ordinary.

  "Big brother." Jin Daxiang pulled Huang Shiran to the side, his voice trembling: "A few jars of wine for a few golden elixirs, what a huge profit! Make the exchange!"

  The two are now both true immortals, still a distance from the Taiyi True Immortal. Who wouldn't want to cultivate and ascend?

  "Shut up! Don't talk, watch my skills!" Huang Shiren gave Jin Dasheng a white eye, turned his face and said to the old Taoist: "Senior, the golden elixir in your hand is good, but it can't compare with the feelings of our brothers. You'd better take it back, I won't trade!"

  "Hey!" That old Taoist wine worm was hooked, determined to drink Huang Shiren's wine. He thought that as soon as the Golden Elixir came out, the other side would obediently deliver fine wine, but unexpectedly this guy was so stubborn.

  "Then look at this, can you exchange it?" The old man didn't hesitate, and took out another object.

  "Tomorrow's treasure!" Jin Dashi looked at the old man holding a flying sword and tightly grasped Huang Shiren: "Brother, let's exchange! But tomorrow's treasure!"

  Huang Shiren was also stunned. This old Daoist casually produced a Five-Turn Golden Elixir and randomly pulled out a treasure that was a Post-Heavenly Supreme Treasure! Which one is the real deal?!

  "No exchange." Huang Shiran gritted his teeth and said loudly.

  "Could it be that you're thinking of turning the tables, brother? You wouldn't happen to want to flip this old stuff over and kill the chicken to get the eggs, would you? Hehe, I'm with you on this move! Let's do it!"

  "I'm afraid you don't have that ability." The old Taoist muttered to himself, as if he had already heard Jin Daxing's words clearly.

  "Senior, I really can't do the job of killing people and stealing goods. We just want to leave a thought. What you take, I won't exchange." Huang Shiran smiled hehe.

  "You two young whippersnappers aren't afraid that I, an old man, will finish you off and snatch your wine to drink?" The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, smiling slyly at Huang Shiren.

  That gaze made Huang Shiren's eyes widen in surprise!

  What a month! This old Taoist's rascal is almost as good as me.

  "Elder brother, we treated you to wine and meat, and previously even saved your life. If you really do this, it would be too much for heaven to tolerate. If the matter gets out, I'm afraid people all over the world will poke fun at you, and you'll never be able to hold your head up again." Huang Shiren said with a smile.

  "You little scamp, still so quick-witted! Good, good, good!" The old Taoist looked at Huang Shiren with a smile all over his face, the more he looked, the more he liked him, the more he thought he was interesting. He stretched out one finger and pointed at Huang Shiren: "Young man, you make me very happy! Very happy!"

  "Is it because I'm a smooth talker or is it because I value relationships and righteousness?!" Huang Shi-ren laughed.

  The old man shook his head: "Because of your shameless appearance, it has a bit of the charm I had when I was young."

  Good grief! This remark nearly made Huang Shiren faint.

  "Tell me, what do you want in order for me to give you a drink of wine?" The old Daoist was completely at a loss with Huang Shiren.

  This guy is cunning and unscrupulous, with no sense of shame or integrity.

  "Senior, if you give me the gourd behind your back, I'll exchange it." Huang Shiren pointed to the large purple golden gourd on the old Taoist's back.

  Since the moment he saw Lao Dao take out the immortal pill, Huang Shiren had been pondering what was the most valuable thing on the old man's body. After some thought, he only saw that this gourd, although its bottom could not be seen, emitted a faint and mysterious aura, which was profound and unfathomable. Moreover, Lao Dao didn't even take it off when drinking wine, showing how important this thing was to him.

  Sure! Here is the translation:

  "Ten have eight nine, is a top-notch good treasure!"

  "I spit on your face with last night's saliva! You little brat, you want to exchange, I'm not even willing! The old Tao was so angry that he couldn't help but laugh and cry, pointing at the gourd and saying: "Little brat, apart from this gourd, take whatever you like from me, just don't touch this gourd, it's not for exchange."

  "Fine! I'll just take this gourd then!" Huang Shiren could now be certain of his judgment about the gourd.

  "I've been around for countless years, but I've never met anyone as cunning as you. Alright, kid, I'll break the rules I've set for myself all these years and give you a huge advantage. If you agree, we'll both be happy; if not, there's nothing I can do about it, and we'll part ways. What do you say?" The old Taoist pondered for half a day, struggled for half a day, before slowly uttering a single sentence.

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  The first update is here. As for who this person is, haha, congratulations to Little Bright's Taoist friend, how are you so clever?! Are you still going to let me mix it up? Haha.

  Everyone, vote for me! Next chapter, Old Huang will put in a lot of effort to knock on the door and sweep the floor.