Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 2 Worthy of Being an Immortal Master

After feeling refreshed,

Immortal Master Wu's face turned completely gloomy; he knew for sure that the beggar before him was playing tricks.

He, Immortal Master Wu, had some clout in the Antique City area, a reputation he'd built up over several years. Was it now to be ruined by a beggar?

"Boy, this is disrespect towards the Deity; you will be punished by the heavens. What have you done to me? You had better kneel down right now; perhaps you can still receive the Deity's forgiveness," said Immortal Master Wu, grinding his teeth in anger. Given his status, it wasn't fitting for him to lay hands on Shen Feng, so he glanced at Big Yellow Teeth and a young man with Curly Hair, putting on a face of righteous indignation.

The young man with Curly Hair and Big Yellow Teeth had the same role as Immortal Master Wu, responsible for teaching lessons to troublemakers.

After catching Immortal Master Wu's eye, Big Yellow Teeth and Curly Hair understood tacitly and quickly stepped forward two steps.

Big Yellow Teeth breathed a sigh of relief inside. At last, he was vindicated. Now everyone should know that the first fart just now was released by Immortal Master Wu too. In a way, he felt a little grateful to Shen Feng.

But grateful as he was, he and Curly Hair relied on Immortal Master Wu for their meals, and if Shen Feng didn't bow his head today, the whole fortune-telling sign would be thoroughly tarnished.

"Kid, didn't you hear what my master said? Do you want to be punished by the Deity? Kneel down immediately and pray for the Deity's forgiveness," Big Yellow Teeth said with proper form, but the sight of his yellow teeth made others feel sick.

The physiques of Curly Hair and Big Yellow Teeth were robust, and having them stand out was clearly Immortal Master Wu's way of intimidating Shen Feng.

Immortal Master Wu, now serious-faced once again, could have won an Oscar for his performance, completely ignoring the draft behind him: "Don't be stubbornly ignorant. Kneel down and repent to the Deity; this is your only way to cleanse yourself of sin, you..."

But the sound from Immortal Master Wu's throat suddenly stopped.

His face turned red again as he kept holding it in, knowing that if he couldn't control his rear end this time, his lifetime of prestige would be completely destroyed.

His teeth clenched tightly, desperately holding back, his face becoming extremely red.

Shen Feng glanced at the seated Su Jingyu, "You'd better stand back a bit."

Su Jingyu pursed her moist lips and thoughtfully stood up, retreating about ten steps.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Naturally, Shen Feng also backed away with her.

Immortal Master Wu finally didn't feel like passing gas anymore; he had held it in. He had finally managed it and smiled with relief. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a stream of air rushing up his esophagus towards his throat, with no time to react.

"Burp—"

Immortal Master Wu let out an extremely loud and lengthy belch, as if a hurricane had poured into his mouth, puffing up his cheeks immensely. Yet, why did this belch sound so strange? Why did it sound exactly like a fart?

Not only that.

With that strange burping sound, a stench like that from a cesspool wafted from Immortal Master Wu's mouth, and his lips were stained a yellow color.

Upon seeing this fierce-looking Tibetan Mastiff, the crowd recoiled in terror, knowing that a bite from such a beast was no joking matter.

"Boy, today I, Immortal Master Wu, refuse to believe that I can't deal with you."

"Ba, attack."

Immortal Master Wu released Ba, the Tibetan Mastiff, pointing his finger at Shen Feng.

As the Tibetan Mastiff lunged towards Shen Feng, Su Jingyu was aware of its danger and wanted to tell Shen Feng to run quickly.

Only a wisp of Spiritual Energy remained inside Shen Feng. He projected this wisp into the body of the Tibetan Mastiff from a distance.

It would dissipate on its own if not used anyway.

The originally fierce Tibetan Mastiff suddenly froze in place, with a pained expression on its dog face.

Seeing that the Tibetan Mastiff wasn't moving, Immortal Master Wu gently kicked its behind, "Ba..."

But before he could finish,

A loud "boom" erupted from behind Ba.

The dog had farted? And this fart was so powerful it even sprayed blood from its backend.

The foot that Immortal Master Wu had kicked Ba's behind with was blasted away by a fart, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

His head ended up, rather unfortunately, right under Ba's butt.

With the fart spraying blood, Ba, the Tibetan Mastiff, completely depleted by the flatulence, sat down directly on Immortal Master Wu's face.

Immortal Master Wu truly wanted to cry. Life wasn't easy for him, hustling as a scam artist to make a living, only to end up in such a plight today.

It was all because he had to cross paths with Shen Feng, not resting in peace.

For such a small figure, Shen Feng didn't take him to heart, "Immortal Master Wu, your dog farts just like you."

Upon saying this.

Shen Feng walked out towards Antique City; he did not want to waste time on such minor characters.

After a moment's hesitation, Su Jingyu hurriedly followed, "Shen Feng, wait for me."

As a smart woman, Su Jingyu naturally sensed that all this was connected to Shen Feng. In her eyes, the once ordinary boy now exuded a mysterious air, compelling her to want to lift the veil that stood between her and the truth.