One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 45 Let's send a cash-on-delivery package.

It was late at night, inside the Tingfeng Pavilion courtyard.

The fire at the barbecue stall had gone out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising.

Although Mr. Zhang Zhiwei and Mr. Tian Jinzhong are both in good health, they still need to maintain a healthy lifestyle and have already gone back to their rooms to rest.

In the courtyard, only the old man Su Wuxian remained, still lying in his rocking chair.

Chen Duo sat obediently on a small stool to the side, holding the unfinished cup of milk tea in her hands, occasionally sucking on a pearl.

"Shhh..."

A heavy dragging sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

Xiao Zizai pushed open the courtyard gate and dragged in a humanoid object whose fate was unknown.

His gold-rimmed glasses were still spotless, and the cuffs of his shirt were neatly rolled up, making him look like a white-collar worker who had just finished get off work and was carrying groceries he had just bought.

"Senior, I have not failed you."

Xiao Zizai threw the person he was holding to the ground with a dull thud.

"The trash has been collected. However... it's slightly damaged, but will that affect the sorting?"

Su Wuxian glanced at Zhao Guizhen on the ground.

At this moment, Master Zhao no longer had any trace of his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor.

His limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, his chest was a bloody mess, his mouth was open but he couldn't make a sound, and he could only twitch on the ground like a dying fish.

"Tsk, Xiao, your skills have deteriorated."

Su Wuxian shook his head, seemingly blaming, but actually teasing:

"How did you get so dirty? Remember to clean the yard properly later, so as not to scare the children."

Chen Duo peeked out and, without showing any fear, simply commented:

"The dark aura around him... has dissipated."

"That's resentment."

Su Wuxian patted Chen Duo's head:

"Those children he killed are finally free."

At this moment, Zhang Chulan, Wang Zhenqiu, and the others had already escaped and joined in.

Looking at the carnage on the ground, Zhang Chulan felt a sense of relief, but also some worry:

"Master, this guy's a cripple now. What should we do with him? Bury him? Sister Bao'er already dug the hole."

"Buried?"

Su Wuxian sneered:

"That's too cheap for him. Besides, burying him in Biyou Village would be too dirty for this land."

"Contact Xu Si and have him send that 'Nadutong Express' over."

"Pack this up and send it via express delivery."

"The recipient... should be the company's interrogation department."

"Remember, choose cash on delivery. This kind of garbage doesn't deserve our payment for shipping."

Zhang Chulan: "..."

Wang Zhenqiu: "..."

This trick is so damaging!

Sending a crippled heretical cultivator to the company not only forces the company to deal with him, but also ensures that Zhao Guizhen will face a righteous trial and the torment of his conscience for the rest of his life.

"stop!!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to find rope to pack up, a loud shout came from outside the courtyard.

Ma Xianhong, along with the rest of the top-tier cultivators, stormed in aggressively.

He immediately spotted Zhao Guizhen lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"Master Zhao!!"

Ma Xianhong rushed over, checked Zhao Guizhen's injuries, then suddenly looked up and stared intently at Su Wuxian:

"Uncle Su! What does this mean?"

"I kindly took you in and treated you as honored guests! And you committed violence in the middle of the night, crippling the people of my Biyou Village?!"

"Do you really think I, Ma Xianhong, am made of clay?"

As Ma Xianhong roared, Jin Yong, Haricha Gai, and others behind him also revealed their magical weapons.

Although they had just suffered a loss, this was their own territory, and their leader was present, so they couldn't afford to lose in terms of momentum.

Su Wuxian did not get up when questioned by Ma Xianhong.

He remained lying in the rocking chair, toying with two iron balls he had swiped from Tian Jinzhong, which made a crisp clinking sound.

"Little Ma, don't get angry yet."

Su Wuxian spoke calmly, as if he were reasoning with an ignorant junior:

"Grandpa, I'm just helping you clean up. Instead of thanking me, why are you biting me?"

"Cleaning??"

Ma Xianhong pointed at Zhao Guizhen on the ground, trembling with anger:

"Although Master Zhao is a bit eccentric, he is a sincere seeker of the Dao! He is of exceptional talent to me! You beat him like this, and this is your justification?"

"Are you truly seeking the Way?"

Su Wuxian laughed, but his laughter was somewhat sarcastic.

He turned to look at Xiao Zizai:

"Xiao Xiao, let our Master Ma see what kind of Tao this 'sincerely seeking the Tao' Daoist Master Zhao is cultivating."

"Yes."

Xiao Zizai stepped forward and pulled a tattered cloth bag from his pocket—it had been taken from Zhao Guizhen.

He tossed the cloth bag to Ma Xianhong.

"What is this?" Ma Xianhong asked instinctively as he caught it.

"Open it and take a look," Su Wuxian said.

Ma Xianhong opened the cloth bag with suspicion.

There was no gold or silver treasure inside, only a few strands of black hair, a few bloodstained amulets, and a handwritten notebook.

The notebook was filled with densely packed notes of birth dates and times, and...

My experience with the evil method of using the malevolent energy of a young boy to cleanse the meridians.

"this……"

Ma Xianhong's hands began to tremble.

Although he's a tech geek, he's not stupid, and he's also dabbled in unorthodox methods.

Upon seeing this, he understood.

"Seven Fiends Gather Around..."

Ma Xianhong muttered to himself, his face turning deathly pale.

"How is this possible... Master Zhao is from the Shangqing School, how could he practice such forbidden Maoshan techniques? And he even wanted to kill seven people..."

"Seven children."

Su Wuxian's voice coldly interrupted:

"In order to practice this evil art, he kidnapped and murdered seven innocent children, sealing their souls inside his body and tormenting them day and night, all for the sake of gaining power."

"Ma Xianhong, is this what you call 'education for all'?"

Su Wuxian sat up straight, his gaze sharp as he stared directly into Ma Xianhong's soul:

"You keep saying you want to create a world where everyone is like a dragon."

"But your village harbors this man-eating demon."

"Are you doing a good deed for all living beings, or are you providing a haven for this garbage?"

"I……"

Ma Xianhong was speechless, staggered, and almost lost his balance.

He felt as if his edifice of faith had been smashed by a hammer.

He always thought he was helping those who were lost, giving them strength and a sense of belonging.

But now, reality has given him a resounding slap in the face.

He looked at Zhao Guizhen on the ground, and his initial anger turned into deep disgust and self-doubt.

"You...really did it?" Ma Xianhong asked, his voice trembling.

Although Zhao Guizhen couldn't speak at the moment, his evasive eyes and the notebook said it all.

"Master..."

Jin Yong and the others behind him were also shocked.

Although they didn't particularly like Zhao Guizhen, they never imagined that he was actually a murderer! And the murderer was a child!

"Take it away."

Su Wuxian waved his hand, as if shooing away flies:

"I've handed the person over to the company. Ma Xianhong, if you want to stop me, you can try."

"But I advise you not to turn against me for such trash..."

"Not worth it."

Ma Xianhong remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Walk."

He forced the word out through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse:

"This kind of person... I, Biyou Village, will not keep him."

After saying that, Ma Xianhong didn't look at Zhao Guizhen again and turned to leave.

This time, however, his back view was no longer as imposing as when he came; instead, it exuded a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Watching Ma Xianhong's departing figure, Zhang Chulan moved closer to Su Wuxian and gave him a thumbs up:

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Master, your move to destroy his spirit is even more painful than killing him outright. Ma Xianhong will probably be questioning his existence for days now."

"Questioning the meaning of life is just the beginning."

Su Wuxian lay back down in the rocking chair and swayed slightly.

"His ideas are too naive. If we don't peel away this naivety, he will never see reality."

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Su Wuxian pointed to Zhao Guizhen on the ground:

"Pack it up and ship it quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Why are you up so early?" Zhang Chulan asked.

Su Wuxian glanced at Chen Duo, who was already somewhat sleepy beside him, and smiled gently:

"Tomorrow... the first 'Chen Duo Tutoring Class' in Biyou Village will officially begin."

"I need to give this girl a crash course on what 'normal life' means."

P.S.: It seems like I started writing fanfiction yesterday, and there was a lot of urging for updates in the comments section. Of course, there were also a lot of negative and pessimistic comments. Thank you to all the readers who have supported me and persevered to this point. This is also my first time writing a one-person show. This book is an old man's hot-blooded road trip story, which is all about luck and unexpected events. Please forgive any shortcomings in the plot and offer your suggestions. If there are any problems with the settings, please feel free to comment on them. Thank you everyone for the third update!