Chapter 795: Riding the White Tiger (In honor of Alliance Leader KKRGUN!)

Luzhouji.

Cheng Er yawned listlessly.

As a waiter at the only tavern in this small town, he had skillfully mastered the art of slacking off, knowing that no customers would come at this hour.

Therefore, he could take a short break.

Just as he was basking in the sun, yawning comfortably until tears were about to fall, a commotion suddenly broke out in Luzhouji!

The crowd surged like a mountain of calls and a sea of roars, interspersed with exclamations of "Great Immortal" and "White Tiger Immortal"!

There sat a person cross-legged atop a massive white tiger, wearing a Taoist robe—it was actually a young Taoist riding a tiger!

As soon as Gu Yue entered, his face was full of smiles.

He flicked his sleeves and prepared to enter the tavern, but seeing the White Tiger arrive at the stables and scare the livestock into a state of terror, Cheng Er was almost moved to tears.

Occasionally, oxen, horses, or mules by the roadside were scared into collapsing on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately after, a tiger's roar was heard from outside!

It was as if the White Tiger had a telepathic connection, leaping up from the stables and pouncing beneath the tavern!

"Is that the one who entered the deep mountains, met a Strange Person, and obtained the immortal fruits, the 'Pear and Fire Jujube'?"

After all, transportation in ancient times was inconvenient, and the transmission of information was slow.

But at this moment, his attention was completely drawn to one person in the crowd.

Gu Yue felt relieved, finally regaining some of his former carefree demeanor, and sat down opposite Aaron, sighing, "The Daoist's supernatural powers are astonishing; to think you could even tame a White Tiger..."

Xiaoyu raised its head and let out a cry with an innocent expression, instantly scaring Cheng Er until his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Aaron, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the White Tiger and showing off to the public, had a somewhat stiff smile.

"Im... Immortal!"

Although he had done it cleanly, ancient people did not necessarily rely on evidence when investigating cases!

As long as one combed through everyone Sun Hua had offended, and then discovered that he had suddenly tamed a White Tiger, it would be enough to set people's imaginations running wild.

Giving instructions at this time was just a habitual way of establishing his persona.

"This will do."

"Not only that, I, the poor Daoist, was just preparing to look for you."

Aaron picked up another slice of meat with his chopsticks and smiled: "I heard that the current Emperor is holding the 'Thousand Autumn Banquet', and I am preparing to volunteer to make a trip to Jingshi!"

Meanwhile, Aaron, who was eating and drinking in the tavern, looked at his soaring Qi Points and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

No, it is an Immortal!

Cheng Er didn't even think about it and knelt down immediately: "Great Immortal Tiger Power, save us from suffering..."

Aaron just looked at him with a half-smile and continued: "I, the poor Daoist, intend to set off alone... but I must trouble you to look after matters at home..."

Aaron held his wine cup with a half-smile.

In reality, there was nothing worth worrying about in Fang La's home.

As for going through the channels of the Daohuisisi again?

Aaron vaulted over the railing, landed lightly on the White Tiger, and after Xiaoyu let out another roar, they departed like the wind amidst the onlookers.

Cheng Er looked over curiously.

Generally speaking, people outside the secular world do not pay attention to seniority.

Aaron ate and drank his fill, laughed heartily, and tossed down a piece of silver to settle the bill.

This was also his old father's intention.

Fortunately, Aaron still had the Taoist name of Xulingzi.

"It's nothing..."

"With the Daoist's immortal arts, you will surely become famous in Jingshi."

The surrounding commoners discussed it heatedly, unable to help but feel a great deal of awe.

"Hmm, my mount is kind-hearted; you can just find some vegetarian food to feed it." Aaron gave his instructions and went to choose a seat in the tavern, sitting down.

"I am not an Immortal, just an ordinary Taoist..."

Without his 'Alchemy' technique, the jujubes on that tree would have no effect at all; even if someone stole and ate them and discovered this, he could at most say that the person had no affinity with him.

Now that he had a White Tiger, what need was there for other channels?

Furthermore, did he really think that changing an official would mean no greed? Perhaps upon seeing the White Tiger, they would want to embezzle it and present it to the Emperor as an auspicious omen, which would be even more profitable!

And... Aaron, who had just committed a case in the prefectural city, also wanted to go out and avoid the limelight.

'Where is Monkey King again?'

Gu Yue asked: "Are you preparing to go through the channels of the prefectural city? My old man has some connections in the prefectural yamen..."

The advertising effect of this White Tiger was indeed much faster than his own bitter struggle of healing the sick and saving people!

'And... if I can influence hundreds of people, I can use them as a backbone to influence ten or a hundred times more; wasn't that how the Yellow Turban Rebellion in ancient times came about?'

But Aaron was not afraid in the slightest!

If everything went smoothly on this trip to Jingshi, he would at least be wearing the status of a Perfected Person when he returned!

What did a mere bit of suspicion amount to?

He muttered a complaint in his heart, but his expression remained light and breezy as he arrived in front of the tavern.

Gu Yue promised.

And there was still Sangouzi to act as manual labor for the fields.

Alas, having his master's order, he could only lower his tiger head in a pitiful manner and start munching on the greens.

Originally, his father and Aaron were peers, so he should have called him Uncle, but he really couldn't bring himself to say it.

Cheng Er scrambled away for several yards before climbing back up, wiped his forehead, and found it covered in cold sweat, unable to help but let out a long breath: "This tiger... really doesn't eat meat?"

"This Daoist has such high Dharma Power, to think he could tame a White Tiger?"

Clearly, he did not yet know what had happened in the prefecture city.

Only the shopkeeper and Cheng Er were left, speechless and looking at each other.

Just then, the restaurant shopkeeper also came out, and seeing this scene, he was greatly alarmed: "To think the Daoist could subdue a fierce tiger?"

Aaron ordered a pot of wine and two side dishes to go with it.

Among them, the local roast goose was quite good; he tore off a goose leg and was just tucking in when Gu Yue arrived.

Immediately, his mouth gradually opened wide, and wider... then with a *crack*, he clutched his dislocated jaw, tears genuinely falling from the pain.

"Oh? Does the Daoist have some business? You have done a great favor for our Gu Family; whatever you command, we shall obey without fail!"

Gu Yue, however, said with a solemn expression: "Please rest assured, Daoist, I will certainly handle this matter for you."

"The White Tiger is an auspicious sign; the Daoist who tamed the White Tiger must be a True Cultivator..."

'This... although the shocking effect is there, what the hell is a Great Immortal Tiger Power?'

Cheng Er covered his mouth, wanting to smile, but because of the intense pain in his jaw, he squeezed out a crying-laughing expression and mumbled: "You... you old master, please..."

"Daoist Xulingzi..."

Aaron looked at the people around him; seeing that there were no ropes on the tiger's body, they were all so frightened that they retreated a few steps, and he couldn't help but laugh again: "Previously, there were rumors of a White Tiger causing trouble, so this poor Daoist went specifically to subdue this beast. Everyone, rest assured... this mount will not hurt people."

'In other words, even without rebelling, as long as one can influence hundreds or thousands of people and obtain regular income, it is enough for a person to make a living...'

"I recognize him... this Daoist is Fang La!"

In the end, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth and had Cheng Er carry over a basin of green vegetables.

"The Daoist truly is a remarkable person!"

Gu Yue watched the direction in which Aaron had left and could not help but sigh with emotion.

(End of this chapter)