Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Seeing the purple-robed, white-haired old man walking out from behind the screen, Feng Tianbao's expression suddenly changed.

He never expected that there would be a third person hidden in the gang leader's room.

Moreover, judging from the gang leader's respectful demeanor towards this purple-robed old man, it was clear that the old man's strength was far above the gang leader's.

Thinking of this, Feng Tianbao couldn't help but gasp.

You must know that in Feng Tianbao's heart, the gang leader's strength could be described as 'immeasurable'; with just a flick of his little finger, he could send him flying several zhang away.

And if this purple-robed old man was really more powerful than the gang leader, Feng Tianbao couldn't imagine just how terrifying his strength would be.

Thinking of this, Feng Tianbao was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and his expression became even more respectful.

"Immortal Master? Why did you come out?"

Seeing the appearance of this purple-robed old man, the Wind Tiger Gang's leader was also somewhat surprised.

Others may not know, but he knew very well that the Wind Tiger Gang's ability to develop to its current scale was all thanks to this purple-robed old man's help.

This purple-robed old man was no ordinary person; he was a cultivator with a Qi Gathering stage cultivation. Forty years ago, he accidentally encountered this thin man, and that's how the Wind Tiger Gang was established.

However, most of the time, this purple-robed old man hid behind the screen to meditate and cultivate. He would only occasionally come out when faced with particularly difficult opponents.

Moreover, it was under the purple-robed old man's guidance that the Wind Tiger Gang's leader was able to embark on the path of cultivation, but his current cultivation was only at the eighth level of the Qi Activation stage.

However, at this moment, the purple-robed old man ignored the surprise of the two men and instead stared intently at the cleaver and long sword that Feng Tianbao was holding in his hands, his eyes flashing as he walked towards him step by step.

"Gang Leader... this..."

Seeing the purple-robed old man approaching, a hint of hesitation appeared on Feng Tianbao's face as he looked towards the thin man, as if seeking his opinion.

Although he didn't know why the purple-robed old man would suddenly appear, the Wind Tiger Gang's leader quickly made up his mind and shouted in a stern tone: "Feng Tianbao, no matter what this person does later, you must endure it and not resist. Otherwise, I will be the first to kill you, understand?"

"Yes... yes! This subordinate understands!" Hearing the thin man's almost threatening words, cold sweat poured down Feng Tianbao's forehead like a waterfall.

Although Feng Tianbao had spent most of his life rolling around in the shadows of swords and blades, when he saw this purple-robed old man at this moment, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable fear rising in his heart.

Feng Tianbao constantly prayed in his heart, hoping that everything could pass peacefully.

Just as Feng Tianbao was anxiously pacing, the purple-robed old man finally arrived in front of him. His old hand gently grasped and first lifted up the cleaver.

The cleaver itself was unremarkable, and its style was extremely ordinary, exactly the same as the cleavers used by ordinary people. However, such an ordinary cleaver seemed to possess magnetism, deeply attracting the purple-robed old man's gaze.

The purple-robed old man stood motionless, only staring intently at this ordinary cleaver.

Two hours passed, and the purple-robed old man didn't even blink his eyelids.

But at this time, Feng Tianbao couldn't stand it any longer. Maintaining the same posture for a long time caused his back to ache and his legs to weaken. So, taking advantage of the purple-robed old man's inattention, he swayed his body left and right, exercising a little.

"Swish!"

But at this moment, the purple-robed old man suddenly grabbed the cleaver and chopped down towards Feng Tianbao's head.

Feng Tianbao, who was distracted, was frightened by this sudden action and immediately closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair, thinking that he was doomed this time.

However, after a long while, Feng Tianbao found that he was still alive. Surprised, he quickly opened his eyes and found that the cleaver had stopped about three inches above his head.

"Phew..."

Seeing this scene, Feng Tianbao breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had survived a disaster. At the same time, his body went limp and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

"Tear..."

But just after Feng Tianbao sat down on the ground, something surprising happened.

Only to see that the left half of Feng Tianbao's hair, along with the clothes on the left half of his body, instantly turned into ashes and collapsed.

"What's going on? How am I going to face people in the future!"

Touching the bald left half of his scalp and then touching the smooth left half of his body, Feng Tianbao panicked and didn't know what to do, and couldn't help but wail.

At this time, the Wind Tiger Gang's leader stepped forward and said coldly: "Hmph, stop shouting. From today onwards, you are the Wind Tiger Gang's Left Protector! Are you satisfied now?"

"Left Protector?" Hearing the gang leader's promise, Feng Tianbao immediately turned from tears to laughter and quickly stood up from the ground, bowing and thanking him repeatedly.

However, the thin man ignored him and walked to the purple-robed old man's side, respectfully asking: "Immortal Master, what do you think?"

After hearing this, the purple-robed old man didn't rush to answer, but instead glanced at him and then turned to Feng Tianbao, asking him: "Let me ask you, where exactly did you find these two things?"

Faced with such a questioning, Feng Tianbao didn't dare to hide anything and quickly replied: "It's... it's Vegetable Basket Village! In a blacksmith shop owned by someone surnamed Chen."

"Vegetable Basket Village? Blacksmith shop?"

Hearing this, the purple-robed old man first glanced at him, and then said with a gloomy expression: "It seems that we need to take a trip to that Vegetable Basket Village!"