Eventually, it was the jade knife Guo Huan who spoke to everyone through telepathy, “What he was trying to say is that this old priest is a plumber by profession! I know how to read lips. What’s a plumber? Is that a title?”


  Not only Wen Leyang but the whole group almost burst out into laughter. They were trying desperately to hold their breaths and suppress their shaking bodies. The name San Tong (T-joint pipe) definitely matches with a plumber’s profession.

  As Wen Xiaoyi was suppressing her laughter on his back and her small body suddenly became pliable, Wen Leyang suddenly felt a tickle in his heart. If it had not been for the sudden furious bellow in the bonfire, his mind would still be wandering somewhere.

  Leyang Wen from Painting Town’s magical painting abilities has improved greatly. On Zhanyan Peak, as he faced off against the first seat of the Great Mercy Temple’s Ten Supreme Monasteries, they had been tied in strength. Now, the long silk spirit snake drawn by the brush was a close match to the skills of the Eyang Sect’s priest.

  The musclemen following Leyang Wen weren’t weaklings too. Especially the ghastly-faced white-haired old artist, by his looks he must be an elder from Painting Town.

  The musclemen took out their magical weapons and surrounded the enemy. The enlightened San Tong calmly formed the sword-controlling hand gesture. His mighty face unleashed a delighted smile as he shouted loudly, “Happiness, happiness appears on the eyebrows!”


  The musclemen were stunned and they could not help but laugh along with the old priest. As soon as they started laughing, their laughter immediately turned into terrified screams. Fresh blood gushed out in a frenzy from the seven apertures on their heads.

  Leyang Wen had barely withstood the laughing spell of the Eyang Sect’s priest. The muscles on his face twitched as he tried desperately to suppress his smile.

  The elder from Painting Town, who had been facing off against the five Qilian Immortal Sect, became worried about Leyang Wen. He abandoned his enemies, gave a shout and pounced on the enlightened light bearer.

  But what surprised everyone was that the five old priests from the Qilian Immortal Sect did not seize the opportunity to join forces and slay their enemy. Instead, they collected the body of their disciple, turned around, and left!

  Wen Leyang was fuming yet curious. If that was the case, why had the five old priests come here for? Was it just to collect their disciple’s body?