I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 179 Dream of a Millet Dream and the Sound of Rain (8)

"Oh dear, how did I drop this little thing? Xiao Hong, quickly help your husband pick it up."

Yun Songhe unfolded the scroll again, and the woman in flowing red obediently picked up the Golden Silkworm Gu and threw it inside.

The other girls were unhappy and argued, "Husband, this isn't fair! Why is Xiao Hong always the first person you think of? No matter what we do, it's always 'Xiao Hong first,' and whenever there's trouble, it's always 'Xiao Hong's help.' Do you think the six of us are just decorations in your eyes, except for Xiao Hong?"

“Okay, next time I promise I’ll call out ‘Little Green, come here,’ okay?” Yun Songhe looked at the lush green girl with a smile.

"What about me? In terms of order, I, Little Orange, am second. Why should Little Green be ahead of me?"

"Little Yellow was right in front of Little Green, yet she was completely ignored. All those years of love and time were ultimately wasted..."

Little Purple, who was at the very end of the line, bit the corner of her handkerchief and said, "I'm not worthy, sob."

"Sigh, I really don't understand you women. What's there to fight over? I'll definitely do it next time, I'll definitely do it next time."

The back garden was in such a mess that Yun Songhe couldn't appease anyone, but instead of being overwhelmed, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

He was enjoying himself, while the rest of Yuan Hong, Zi Han's parents, and a group of villagers, who were dumbfounded, were so disgusted that they scratched their ears and cheeks, rubbed their hands, stamped their feet, and hissed and gasped. Even the two yamen runners who were holding Li Tingyun's shoulders let go and scratched their skin all over.

Li Tingyun should have taken the opportunity to escape, but having seen the golden silkworm gu just now, he didn't want to just run away in such a muddle.

Yuan Hong stepped forward: "Daoist Master, may I speak with you in private?"

"No."

Yun Songhe declined, saying, "I still have something to do."

"what's up?"

"Extinguishing."

"Oh?"

Yuan Hong asked suspiciously, "Does the Taoist priest really have the ability to extinguish this fire?"

Why do you look down on me?

Yun Songhe didn't understand, "Do you think I'm incompetent?"

He was, after all, a figure from the immortal realm, the dignified sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, and one of the leaders of the ten great immortal sects, yet he was always misunderstood by ordinary mortals as a good-for-nothing, a loser, and trash who was idle and indulged in debauchery. He really couldn't understand why this was.

He likes women, especially lots of women; it's just his personal hobby.

Is it wrong for a man to like women?

Is there a necessary connection between hobbies and abilities?

Little do they know that the more capable a person is, the more perverse their hobbies become. So what if he's lustful? He's not interested in men, and he's already been quite restrained.

To hear the most authentic evaluation, Yun Songhe picked a child on the spot and asked him a question:

What kind of person am I in your eyes?

"dead."

Li Tingyun, who was chosen, said this.

Anyone who gets involved with the Golden Silkworm Gu will be added to his death list.

"Surely not? Why would you harbor such malice towards me?"

Yun Songhe chuckled and comforted himself, "Oh well, children say the darndest things."

He calmly tossed the scroll in his hand to Xiao Hong and methodically arranged the contents:

"Little Orange, go open it; Little Yellow, search for the 'Golden Character Scripture' chapter; Little Green, take out the 'Golden Toad Gu' recorded in this chapter; Little Green, recite the incantation, just say 'Go,' and the Golden Silkworm Gu will know what to do; Little Blue, after it's done, call 'Come back,' and it will obediently return to the Hundred Gu Records; Little Purple... Little Purple, you should just watch from the side."

It's hard for him to break down such a simple process into so many steps. It's reasonable to suspect that he usually has eight people hand him toilet paper when he defecates.

Even so, there were still some who hadn't been taken care of. Little Purple couldn't take it anymore. She threw down her handkerchief and burst into tears, crying loudly, "I really don't deserve it! Waaaaah!"

Her cries were incredibly powerful, but they couldn't compare to the sudden, sharp chirping of a cicada, which made everyone present cover their ears.

"Wrong! It's a golden toad, not a golden cicada!" Yun Songhe shouted, catching back the golden cicada gu that the little butterflies had accidentally released. He comforted the frightened girls one by one, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's nothing serious, we can try again..."

Everyone finally understood: he wasn't trying to put out the fire at all; he was using all his energy to flirt!

Li Tingyun clenched his fists, he really couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to give him a good beating, but he was helpless.

This rage had been building up for over two hundred years before it was finally released—Yun Songhe ultimately died at the hands of Li Tingyun. Without using a knife or sword, without killing or slashing, without even using magic, he was beaten to death by Li Tingyun's fists, kicks, and blows that pierced to the bone.

Yun Songhe never understood why the dignified Master of the Taiji Hall was so keen on beating people up with his bare hands. Alas, he died such a pathetic death.

Right now, Yun Songhe is teaching the girl how to use her magic weapon, completely absorbed and oblivious to the subtle melancholy brewing in a corner of the room. After some dawdling and pulling, he finally manages to release the Golden Toad Gu by holding her delicate hand—

A golden toad, its back pockmarked and covered in fleshy bumps resembling piles of copper and gold coins, is far from disgusting; in fact, it's captivating, drawing the eye. Who can resist the allure of money? No matter how densely packed the gold nuggets, they hold no fear!

Zihan's father mustered up his courage and stepped forward to touch it. The toad, which had been squatting on the ground and was tiny, suddenly swelled up dozens of times in size with a "pop" and sat down on him!

"Waaaaah! Give me back my husband!" Zihan's mother cried and pleaded as she rushed forward to slap the giant toad, which was taller and sturdier than a house.

Yun Songhe, taking a moment from his busy schedule, stretched out an arm to stop him: "Don't be impulsive!"

The reminder came too late.

The golden toad moved one step to the left, pressing Zihan's wailing mother down with it.

It let out two loud cries, gathered its energy in its dantian, and opened its blood-red mouth—no, to be precise, its golden mouth.

A thick column of water spewed from its mouth, pouring down into the sea of ​​fire. The water was golden yellow, as if a golden rain had fallen from the sky. The water and fire collided violently, intertwined, and devoured each other, while thick yellow clouds rose up, blotting out the sun.

The localized downpour lasted for 15 minutes, barely extinguishing the raging fire.

The golden toad then got up and, at its master's summons, returned to the "Hundred Poisons Record," which was that magical scroll.

Good darling, Li Tingyun has already set her sights on it.

Seeing this, no one cared about Zihan's parents being crushed. They all shouted "Living Immortal!" and crowded in front of Yun Songhe, accidentally crushing them even more. They scrambled to ask, "Old Immortal, you are truly a god! You must be from the world of cultivation!"

"Old Immortal, you must have another purpose in coming to our Lingxi Village, right?"

"For example... do you take on apprentices?"

To avoid confusion, Yun Songhe quickly recalled the "Seven Fairy Maidens" and included them in the "Butterfly Loves Flowers" chapter of his book.

The villagers' eyes were filled with anticipation, and one of them raised his hand to speak: "Old Immortal, we all know the rules! This place has excellent feng shui. In the past, every ten years or so, people from immortal sects would come to take on disciples. We are not completely ignorant about the cultivation world..."

"Wait a minute," Yun Songhe interrupted him, "Don't call me 'Old Immortal'."

The man then changed his address and said, "Okay, old Taoist priest."

Yun Songhe took a deep breath, his smile faltering slightly: "And don't call me 'Old Taoist Master' either."

The man then changed his form of address: "This...this immortal human cultivator..."

Yun Songhe swallowed a mouthful of blood. "You won't even call me 'Young Master Yun'!"

"Brother Yun, please don't be angry. I just want to ask you one question: which sect or school of cultivation are you a master from?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a lowly person from the demon cultivation world with no sect or faction. Please let me go and let a normal person talk to me!"

"Old Immortal, your words have hurt me deeply. Can you tell me why you don't want to talk to me?"

"Love needs no words. Next!"

The villagers asked eagerly:

"Old Immortal, what do people in the cultivation world do every day?"

"He's cultivating immortality."

"Don't they do anything else?"

"Also, be a human being."

"So how do you usually cultivate?"

"I am extraordinary."

"..."

Amidst the chaos of the crowd, Li Tingyun slowly squatted down, curiously watching Zihan's parents who had been trampled into the pit.

The couple fainted, their skin turning yellowish and shiny, shimmering and glowing in the sunlight.

Wow, it turned into a little golden statue!

Just like that golden toad, it constantly shimmers with dazzling light.

Li Tingyun clapped his hands and cheered, saying that he would like to learn this if he had the opportunity!

The Taiji Palace Master, who has dedicated his life to studying all sorts of strange and unusual minor spells, has shown extraordinary taste and pursuit since childhood.

After a brief interlude, Yuan Hong stepped in to quell the disturbance. He first dragged out the yamen officials who had come to join the commotion and gave them a good scolding. Then he herded the chattering clansmen with the same surname back into the sheepfold and sent them home. Finally, he pushed Yun Songhe in front of Zihan's parents and asked him directly, "What's the explanation?"

“There’s no solution,” Yun Songhe shook his head and said, “It’s their fault for being so impulsive.”

Yuan Hong asked again, "Is there really no solution? That golden toad, just by touching it, turned a person into this state?"

"Yes, it's the Golden Toad Gu. Gu poison, of course Gu is poisonous."

Yun Songhe didn't take it seriously: "The Golden Toad Gu is just the weakest of the poisonous creatures I raise."

"Their skin color has changed, but their bodies haven't turned into real gold, so it doesn't affect their health..."

"Oh, I almost forgot, not only their skin color, but also their blood, sweat, saliva, and even their excrement will be golden and dazzling from now on!"

He pleaded for approval, saying, "Isn't that interesting? Isn't that interesting?! Isn't that interesting?!"

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Li Tingyun nodded vigorously, giving him face in response, “That’s fucking interesting!”

Yun Songhe then realized that the innocent child was still there. "Great minds think alike," he thought.

Yuan Hong then asked, "Then why doesn't this happen when the 'Golden Silkworm Gu' is touched?"

Yun Songhe retorted, "How do you know you wouldn't? Have you even touched it?"

"I haven't touched it, but I just know about it."

"Then do you know..."

Yun Songhe said quietly, "The golden silkworm is eating its own tail?"

Yuan Hong frowned. "I don't know, I've never heard of it. But you just said that the Golden Toad Gu is the weakest of the poisonous creatures you raise. What do you mean by 'raised' poisonous creatures? The Golden Toad Gu, are you raising it? Then, the Golden Silkworm Gu, could it also be..."

Yun Songhe patted his chest and assured him, "Trust your intuition, the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison was raised by me!"

"Besides me, who else in the cultivation world could raise such a poisonous, polluting, and harmful thing?"

"Have you not heard that I am known as the 'Medicine King' in the cultivation world? The 'medicine' in 'poison'."

"These are all titles given to me by others; they don't fit. 'Poison King' is clearly more suitable for me..."

Li Tingyun: Okay, I've written down every single word.

Yuan Hong glanced at the two "golden men" who were still unconscious, and with a slight headache, ordered two minor officials to carry them home.

I hope Zihan won't be scared to death.

Turning his head, he continued the previous conversation: "Young Master Yun, to be honest, I've heard a little about the place 'Duguang Wilderness.' It's the territory of the Yunlan Sect, one of the ten great immortal sects in the cultivation world. May I ask, Young Master Yun, what is your relationship with the Yunlan Sect?"