Some observant people even secretly looked at the old Taoist lying on the ground, whining like a dead dog, and couldn’t help but wonder in their hearts.

How could an old immortal, so proficient in Taoist techniques, not withstand even a single punch from that sickly young master of the Baili family.

He took just one punch and was wailing on the ground.

Are all the experts coming from the Immortal Mountain like this?

Perhaps the gap in expectations was too big, the way the old Taoist was knocked down with one punch was too pitiful, making everyone question his true abilities. Their hurried steps huddling closer came to a halt, as they observed from a not too far yet not too close distance.

Baili An could well understand the change in everyone’s expressions, he sneered coldly, "What is it? Is keeping silent when in pain strange for you all, considered as inappropriate behavior? Crying out in agony after falling to the ground from a punch also strange, also inappropriate behavior, so... what is the manifestation of a normal person?"

The crowd was momentarily silenced by the question.

When the old Taoist saw clearly who it was, he harbored a deep hatred, spat, and angrily said, "Don’t listen to this brat’s deluded words! He is nothing but a lustful fool, he and that whore... ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

As Baili An released the pressure from his foot pressing on the old Taoist’s wrist bone, the torch fell directly, striking the old Taoist’s face, scalding him into thrashing his head wildly, screaming ceaselessly.

Baili An gazed down with a seemingly calm expression, yet his eyes concealed deep anger as he dispassionately watched the old Taoist desperately twisting to avoid the torch.

He said not a word, bent down again, and fiercely punched toward the old Taoist’s face.

This time, the force was by no means small, and as he retracted his arm, blood dripped from his fist.

A single punch rendered the old Taoist voiceless, and without giving him a chance to catch a breath, Baili An relentlessly pounded punch after punch, viciously, until the old Taoist’s face became unrecognizable, barely able to see its original features, his limbs twitching painfully on the ground, only able to weakly whine, expressing his final powerless protest.

The sight made everyone’s scalp tingle, and limbs cold.

Usually, the little master of the Baili family appeared so frail that he seemed unable to even get out of bed or carry a chicken, yet no one anticipated how ruthless he could be when he used force. This intense ferocity really frightened those who witnessed it.

Though Madam Wu felt secretly thrilled watching the scene, she feigned surprise, covering her mouth and exclaiming, "How could you beat him up like this, oh dear, my old immortal, how is your face swelling like a pig’s head, Baili young master, aren’t you too heavy-handed?"

After Baili An finally completed his punching, Madam Wu slowly went over, feigning concern while grabbing Baili An’s sleeve anxiously saying, "Oh dear, oh dear, Baili young master, stop hitting, just look what you have turned him into! If you keep hitting, he might die."

Heaven knows why Madam Wu has so much resentment towards the old Taoist.

Those shifty eyes seemed almost questioning why not throw in a few more punches.

Baili An, being straightforward, indeed shook off his sleeve and delivered two more hard punches.

This was clearly a rhythm to beat the man to death.

There were still some blindly superstitious people in the village, and though some had started doubting the old Taoist’s skills and identity, even if he wasn’t a capable old immortal, he was still a living person.

He mustn’t really be beaten to death.

The crowd ignored everything else, hurriedly rushing to grab Baili An’s arm, the combined force of dozens of strong and stocky women was not to be underestimated.

But shockingly, Baili An’s body was like a rock grounded to the earth, unmoved even slightly.

Seeing as the old Taoist’s eyeballs were about to pop out from being beaten, Madam Wu couldn’t help but feel seriously unnerved, urgently saying, "Really, stop hitting?! Really, don’t hit anymore young master, no matter how grave his sins are, he should be given a chance to explain, oh oh, please no more heavy hands, Shu sister! Shu sister, hurry and persuade your husband!"

Though it wouldn’t be regrettable if that lecher was beaten to death, letting the kind-hearted Baili young master take the blame and face imprisonment, would be utterly unworthy.

Shu Ci, hearing Madam Wu’s call, silently glanced at Baili An, seemingly unable to comprehend, why this chunk of anger looked like someone who had just lost a wife, seeing as she was the one being assaulted and burned.

She, however, worried about Baili An’s injuries, he had not yet recovered over the past days, exerting himself like this, inciting rage was not beneficial for his healing at all.

Under Madam Wu’s support, Shu Ci struggled to her feet, wobbly approaching Baili An’s side, calmly saying, "Stop hitting, the noise is hurting people’s eyes."

Though seemingly trying to mediate, Shu Ci wasn’t known for her kindness, as she approached, she began stepping bit by bit on the old Taoist’s toes, ankle bone.

The sound of cracking bones made people shiver, the sound alone was suggestive that perhaps the bones shattered.

The old Taoist, in excruciating pain, nearly fainted.

Shu Ci imitated Madam Wu, feigning concern as she grabbed Baili An’s blood-stained fist, took a misstep broke another leg bone of the old Taoist.

The old Taoist wailed a heart-wrenching cry, face awash with drool, spit, and blood, looking utterly miserable.

Shu Ci, holding grudges, repaying grievances, was merely pretending to be unsteady on her feet, as she was prepared to adjust her stance.

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and her feet left the ground, finding herself cradled sideways by Baili An.

For those around them eager to watch the scene, Baili An’s cold glance sideways was enough to send everyone retreating a few steps.

The old Taoist finally got a chance to breathe, his aged face covered in blood couldn’t even open his eyes, croaking through a throat choked with bloody phlegm, repeatedly pleading for mercy.

"Don’t hit anymore... please, don’t hit me anymore, I was wrong, spare me... spare me, I’ll never dare again."

Baili An, however, spared him not even a glance, his sight fixating on Shu Ci’s burn-red face for a moment, those eyes once clear as stream water slowly took on a hint of shadow, daunting to the hearts of the onlookers.

This led to a terrifying thought arising in people’s minds.

Today’s event, wouldn’t end well.

Seeing the devouring gaze of the young master Baili, looks like today that old Taoist might not leave this village alive.

Perhaps, the old Taoist’s continuous whimpers were too annoying, forcing Baili An to furrow his brows, lifting his gaze to glance at him indifferently, his face splattered with blood, emanating a cruel, bloody demeanor.

"Why not say, where your wrongdoing lies?"

The old Taoist while spitting blood and teeth embedded in his tongue, pitifully confessed, "The old Taoist shouldn’t have harbored malicious intent to lust after your wife, nor should he have, upon rejection, sought revenge by deliberately leading her into the river to frighten her."

Once these words were out, the truth dawned, leaving everyone dumbfounded, realizing that they did indeed stumble across an old fraudster?

The village women who had been taken advantage of by the old Taoist under the guise of Cultivation rid these evil spirits, suddenly cried out hysterically, as if their husbands had died, clawing madly at the old Taoist’s already mangled face.

The old Taoist suffering his own deserved misery, endlessly cursed and whimpered, in the hands of the women felt as if he went through another tribulation.

Even Madam Wu sighed plaintively, "You people, it’s your own fault, poor Shu sister, she was victimized for no reason, such a beautiful face, destroyed by your ignorance and stupidity, how dare you cry here! It is truly disgraceful."

Baili An glanced at those ignorant women, his blood-stained thin lips faintly uttered two words, "Make way."

Those women, having witnessed Baili An’s cruelty, dared not defy him, hurriedly tidied up their tears and messy hair, and quickly backed away.