The disheveled Daoist noticed Ye Kuang's limbs were crippled and nonchalantly said, "Your arms and legs can't move, but your mouth still can, right? Use your mouth to help this Daoist test the poison!"
"Test the poison? What do you want to do?"
Ye Kuang suddenly felt he had fallen into a devil's den.
This stinky Daoist seemed even more like a beast than Lin Feng and his group!
Thus, the disheveled Daoist brought Ye Kuang to his dilapidated shack. He unceremoniously stuffed any medicinal herbs that were toxic into Ye Kuang's mouth.
He was currently refining a Hundred Poisons Pill, which required gathering the hundred most poisonous substances in the world.
If this pill were successfully refined, his strength would advance further.
The disheveled Daoist had already collected ninety-nine types, only missing the last one, whose exact nature he was unsure of.
Now, Ye Kuang was perfectly suited to be his guinea pig.
"Stinky Daoist, you shouldn't have looked for me to test poison. That fellow named Lin can tolerate poison better than me, and he's not afraid of it. You should look for him!"
Ye Kuang seized the opportunity to shift the blame onto Lin Feng.
"Is that true? That kid isn't afraid of poison?"
The disheveled Daoist's eyes lit up.
"Yes, absolutely! I'll stake my life on it, he's the most suitable candidate."
Ye Kuang urgently emphasized.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng was unaware that Ye Kuang had set him up.
He, Hua Yu, and Dong Yichen were cleaning up an abandoned mountain.
This barren mountain was a perfect match for the disheveled old Daoist; the old Daoist was dressed sloppily, and the mountain was equally unkempt.
Dry weeds and branches were everywhere.
These were not the most exasperating aspects.
What was truly frustrating was that there were only seven or eight side rooms on this mountain, and each one was in an extreme state of disarray.
It was as if no one had tidied them for eight hundred years, with dust piled high in every room and the roofs so dilapidated that they were uninhabitable.
"Brother Lin, why does this stinky Daoist live in such a broken place when his strength is so formidable?"
"With his capabilities, he could definitely rank in the top fifty on the Heavenly Rankings if he left the Kunlun Sect. He could have anything he wanted, so why live like this?"
Dong Yichen said as he picked up trash from the ground.
"I'm not sure, but that old Daoist is indeed very powerful. We are no match for him."
Lin Feng was also puzzled as to how the Kunlun Sect could have nurtured such a terrifying existence as the disheveled Daoist.
Furthermore, the disheveled Daoist wasn't even the sect leader here; the Kunlun Sect leader's strength must be even more terrifying.
It seemed the Kunlun Sect was truly a place where dragons lay hidden and tigers lurked unseen!
"I think I know what's going on. Uncle-Master Shou once said that once someone joins the Kunlun Sect, they are not allowed to leave the sect for even half a step, unless they are expelled."
Hua Yu explained with a smile, her large, watery eyes blinking.
"If you say so, it makes sense. The disheveled old Daoist mentioned earlier that Wan Shou betrayed the sect, which means he left without permission to get away from here, rather than being expelled."
"So, if the disheveled old Daoist wants to leave the Kunlun Sect, he either has to be expelled or defect."
Lin Feng roughly deduced the Kunlun Sect's rules.
Such regulations were reasonable, after all, the Kunlun Sect harbored many secrets unknown to the outside world. If entry and exit were allowed freely, then there would be no secrets left.
"But this Daoist is truly strange. Look, all eighty-one peaks of the Kunlun Sect are full of life, shrouded in mist, with waterfalls and exotic birds!"
"Only this peak is barren and dilapidated."
"Why does he live here instead of choosing a better peak?"
Hua Yu gazed at the majestic mountains, expressing her confusion.
Her words also made Lin Feng and Dong Yichen fall into thought.
"Hey, what's so strange about that? That old Daoist is dressed so sloppily and acts a bit improperly. I think he must be disliked by the sect, and they deliberately assigned him a broken mountain peak."
Dong Yichen, recalling the disheveled Daoist's appearance, immediately offered his conclusion.
"You can't judge a book by its cover. I, on the other hand, feel that this old Daoist must have some secret he's hiding."
Lin Feng refuted Dong Yichen's guess, believing that this old Daoist was clearly a shrewd individual who wouldn't engage in a losing proposition.
"Mm, I also think this Daoist is hiding something from us. So, what do we do now? Should we slip away quietly, or stay for a while to observe the situation?"
Hua Yu asked for Lin Feng's opinion.
"Let's stay and see for now. If we try to slip away, I'm afraid that old Daoist will notice. It's better to play along and see what secrets this old Daoist holds."
Lin Feng felt that this mountain peak was very special, and its peculiarity lay in its extreme desolation, which was almost unnatural.
"Are you three the new disciples accepted by Uncle-Master Duan Liang?"
Just as the three were chatting, a胖子 in a blue robe walked over with a look of surprise.
This胖子 weighed two hundred and seventy to eighty pounds, with a round belly, and was holding a chicken leg, his mouth slick with grease.
"We are not disciples of that old Daoist. We were just tricked into coming by this old Daoist."
Dong Yichen replied.
"Then that makes sense. No one in the entire sect is willing to become Uncle-Master Duan Liang's disciple. It's understandable that you were tricked into coming."
The big胖子 said with a sudden realization and a smile.
"This old Daoist is quite strong, so why would no one be willing to become his disciple? Where does that come from?"
Dong Yichen asked curiously, feeling that this big胖子 knew quite a bit.
Lin Feng and Hua Yu were also very curious and wanted to know more secrets about the old Daoist.
"Because Uncle-Master Duan Liang's character is not very good. He is wicked, idle, and unscrupulous."
"He usually likes to do sneaky things and often bullies us juniors. Everyone is quite afraid of him."
"I advise you to find an opportunity to slip away quickly, otherwise Uncle-Master Duan Liang will eventually ruin you."
The big胖子 kindly warned.
"No way, I thought the Daoist was quite decent, he couldn't be as you say, right?"
Hua Yu felt that the big胖子's words were not very credible; she found the disheveled Daoist to be rather kind-looking.
"Believe it or not, I have to leave quickly. If Uncle-Master Duan Liang finds out I've been speaking ill of him behind his back, he'll kill me."
The big胖子 said, then turned and left.
Only after the big胖子 left did the disheveled Daoist walk over with a smile.
"Mm, you three did a good job. You've tidied up quite cleanly."
"By the way, which one of you is Lin Feng?"
The disheveled Daoist asked with a smile.
"I am. Do you need something from me?"
Lin Feng stepped forward.
"It's not a big deal, really. This Daoist sees that you have great talent and intends to nurture you well. Come with this Daoist."
The disheveled Daoist gestured.
"Brother Lin, you can't go with this old Daoist! That guy said this old Daoist isn't a good person. Be careful, it might be a trap!"
Dong Yichen quickly grabbed Lin Feng's arm.
Upon hearing this, the disheveled Daoist immediately became agitated: "What? This Daoist isn't a good person? Which little brat said that?"
"This Daoist is kind, helpful, and one of the foremost benefactors in the Kunlun Sect. I never do bad deeds and never bully anyone. Hurry and come with this Daoist!"
The disheveled Daoist earnestly praised himself, and before Lin Feng could answer, he waved his hand and forcibly dragged Lin Feng away.