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The backyard of the blacksmith shop.

Dim light filtered through the hole in the roof of the blacksmith shop.

On the neck of Kui Leihan, the rough, crudely welded iron ring—broken countless times—glistened faintly.

Nine command tokens still hung from the iron ring.

Each token bore the word “forbidden.”

Whenever Kui Leihan moved, these nine weapon prohibition orders would emit a faint glow.

However, the power of the command tokens seemed purely ornamental, offering nothing but a faint “warning” glow in the dimness, unable to restrain anything.

“Xu Xiaoshou…”

The giant in the backyard murmured silently.

Scattered around him were empty wine barrels.

At this moment, Kui Leihan had shifted from a half-reclining position to sitting cross-legged, his eyes flickering with electric light as he pondered something.

The blacksmith shop was quite large, and the backyard was spacious, but it still seemed small because Kui Leihan was simply too enormous!

He was like an ancient tree stump that had grown for tens of thousands of years, standing there in the backyard, so massive that ten people couldn’t encircle him with their arms.

One of his arms was as tall as a normal person and even thicker.

This giant was undisturbed by the gossip of the youngsters outside, and he had effortlessly flicked away the demi-saint Hell’s Lord White Sin, who had stomped his way in.

“Speak plainly, boy, what do you mean?”

The blacksmith shop buzzed as Kui Leihan’s deep voice echoed:

“You say Bazhun’an sees Elder Dao the Flamboyant as a pile of dog shit, that I agree with. It’s just the sort of thing he’d say.”

“But there seems to be more to it?”

There was a pause, then the sound of drinking echoed within the shop, and the heavy scent of alcohol wafted through the door cracks, detectable even to Jin Ren.

Yes, even the Divine Puppet had a sense of smell.

After finishing his drink, Kui Leihan’s voice, no longer just deep, carried a hint of mockery:

“I don’t want you to be hesitant because of the ghost spirit’s injury. Speak your mind freely.”

“I like straightforward people.”

Outside the door, Aunt Xiang’s head shook rapidly, as if trying to shake her brain out of her ears.

But soon, she shivered, her hair standing on end, transforming from Aunt Xiang into Spiky Aunt.

She stood stiffly in place, her pupils dilating.

“This…”

Jin Ren was shocked.

There had been no thunder, no visible strike, yet Aunt Xiang had been hit? Electrocuted?

So, did he like straightforward people or not?

Did Kui Leihan get the message, or didn’t he?

If he continued speaking, it wouldn’t be anything pleasant!

“Speak!”

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and an angry voice came from the shop.

Jin Ren dared not continue.

He had slighted Bazhun’an and Dao Qiongcang because the former wasn’t present and the latter didn’t care.

However, he was uncertain of Kui Leihan’s temperament. Perhaps Aunt Xiang’s frantic head-shaking was a warning of danger?

Just as he controlled the Divine Puppet to slightly raise its knee, intending to leave.

“Sizzle…”

A faint crackling sound came from within the Divine Puppet.

It was the sound of damaged weapons interfering with the normal operation of the textile Dao patterns.

Jin Ren understood Aunt Xiang’s earlier condition.

If he were here in person, wouldn’t his hair be standing on end, and his spine chilled?

It was a clear sign of an impending lightning strike!

“You asked me to speak, right?” Jin Ren turned his retreat into courage, probing cautiously.

The blacksmith shop remained silent.

However, footsteps echoed from the alley across the street, and Dao Qiongcang, holding the Divine Sinan, walked over with a smile.

Summoning his courage, Jin Ren took a deep breath, pointed at Elder Dao, and brazenly said:

“My point is, even a despicable person like Bazhun’an dares to see this guy as a piece of dog shit.”

“You, with your immense power capable of toppling mountains and seas, able to destroy saints with a flick of your finger, how can you be content with residing in such a humble abode?”

“What is restricting you?”

“Is it the Holy Emperor? The Five Great Holy Emperor aristocratic families? Or… is it merely this Dao Qiongcang?”

Dao Qiongcang walked past the crowd of ghosts but halted his footsteps upon hearing this.

Merely…

Was he being called “merely”?

He stroked his chin with interest, watching the Divine Puppet with its human-like emotions and passionate speech, but remained indifferent.

“Could it be, you…”

The crackling within the Divine Puppet intensified.

Separated by the ruins of Ran Ming, restricted by the limits of his physical body and spiritual senses, Jin Ren felt his scalp tingle.

He struggled to find the words to continue.

“Speak!”

Within the blacksmith shop, lightning flashed, ready to strike.

Dao Qiongcang’s eyes twinkled with amusement, treating the criticism as nothing as if awaiting some divine treasure.

“Hahaha!” Jin Ren laughed wildly, casting aside thoughts of life and death, and shouted:

“I was wrong about you!”

“Fearing even a minor Dao Qiongcang, the great Kui Leihan, the leader of the Ten High Nobles, is nothing but an empty name!”

“You can’t even compare to a foot hair of Bazhun’an. I think you’re not even worth a pile of dog shit!”

“Hahahaha, hahahaha…”

As the laughter rose, the dust settled.

Not just the blacksmith shop, but the entire Changde Town fell into a deadly silence.

“Woo”

Tens of thousands of evil spirits surrounded the town, forming towering walls.

Trembling in fear, some rode bone dragons, while some used their limbs to scramble away.

They desperately wished they had wings like their companions in the sky, scattering wildly in all directions.