Zhu Ge Qingyun was stunned.

While the man sitting opposite him, dressed in white, stroked his palms leisurely.

“Good, good, well said!” he exclaimed.

"That's the spirit a man should have, silly boy. Not bad, not bad, I have high hopes for you!" He patted Luofengtang's shoulder with his hand and said.

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Luo Fengtang gave a faint smile, his gentle gaze fixed on Yang Ruohua. Yang Ruohua's heart was filled with sweetness, but her face flushed with shyness. She lowered her head slightly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Zhuge Qingyun glanced at the three people in front of him and said, "Such good martial arts talents, knowing only to revolve around one woman, ah, it's a pity."

This time, before Luofeng Tang could respond, the White-Clothed Sect Master retorted first: "You old lunatic, what do you know? A person has seven emotions and six desires. A person without seven emotions and six desires is incomplete."

Zhuge Qingyun gave the White-clothed Sect Master a disdainful glance. “Who said it was incomplete? This old man focuses his heart on martial arts, unlike some people who mixed with demon sect women when they were young, wasting their martial arts cultivation.”

"Today, I'm challenged by a woman to a duel. That woman is your weakness, unlike me, an old man who has no weaknesses and no worries. In this alone, I am stronger than you!"

The leader of the White Clothes sect angrily retorted, "Stronger than me? If you're stronger than me, why did you lose to me today?"

Zhu Ge Qingyun said, "Today is just a friendly sparring session. Stop when we reach the point. I'm the host and you are the guest, so I let you have some advantage!"

"Absolute nonsense!" The head of the White Robe sect slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Let's have another match!" he said.

Zhu Ge Qingyun sat there smiling but saying nothing.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing immediately stood up, Luo Fengtang persuading the white-clothed sect leader: "White senior, please don't be impulsive. These words are just careless talk."

"Since both senior masters have already sparred today, why don't we reschedule our spar for another day? There will be plenty of opportunities. Let's eat first!"

The head of the White-Clothed Sect let out a cold snort, saying, "I'm not hungry anymore. Seeing some people's faces instantly ruined my appetite."

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After saying that, the white-clothed sect master swept his sleeve and left, returning to his guest room.

Luofengtang wanted to chase, but was held back by Zhuge Qingyun.

"Ignore him, he won't die of hunger. He doesn't deserve to eat with us!"

Zhu Ge Qingyun raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth. After chewing for a few times, he widened his eyes.

My gaze fell on Yang Ruqing. “Hmm, these culinary skills are indeed impressive, surpassing those of the cooks in our mountain villa!”

Yang Ruqing smiled faintly.

Luo Fengtang then wore a proud expression and said: "Senior Zhuge truly has discerning eyes. To be frank, the dishes cooked by my wife are very famous in our place. We have opened several restaurants, and most of the signature dishes are made by her!"

Zhuge Qingyun raised an eyebrow and, instead of arguing with this overprotective husband maniac, simply ate his meal in silence, pouring himself another drink.

Yang Ruqing, with a stiff hand, extended the wine cup.

Zhu Ge Qingyun raised his eyes and glanced at her.

She smiled enigmatically and said, "Master Zhuge, I have an injury that prevents me from drinking. Tonight, I shall offer you tea instead of wine as a toast."

"Well, thank you for your order. Haha, then thank you for your mercy towards my Feng Tang! Nevertheless, senior, your action of bringing him all the way from the military camp back to the manor is...not very honorable..."

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Zhu Ge Qingyun's face changed, and he looked at Yang Ruohua with a sinking gaze.

Had it been any other disciple within the mountain villa, or indeed any commoner from the martial world, being met with such a gaze from Zhuge Qingyun would have surely struck them dumb with fear, leaving their legs trembling.

But, Yang Ruohong didn't.

She looked up, her bright eyes meeting Zhuge Qingyun's unflinchingly: "Elder Zhuge, before you took Feng Tang, we all respected you very much,"

"I really didn't expect that a senior master like you would actually collude with Qin Hanqing..."

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"Qing'er…"

Luo Fengtang called out to her.

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She gave him a reassuring look. She knows what she's doing, don't worry.

Luo Fengtang sat back down, picked up the wine cup in front of him and twirled it, letting Yang Ruohua talk her heart out.

He knew Qing'er's personality well; some things just wouldn't feel right if she didn't say them out loud.

If Zhuge Qingyun is truly angered, he can still come out and take responsibility later.

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Here, Zhuge Qingyun let out a cold smile, sizing up Yang Ruqing with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

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“You, little girl, are really bold. Are you trying to bring up old grievances with me? In this regard, your heart is truly smaller than that of your husband, Luofengtang!” Zhuge Qingyun said.

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow: "It's hard to raise women and petty people. Zhuge, senior, today this woman wants to gamble with you!"

“Bet with me? Bet on what? What do you have to bet against me?” Zhuge Qingyun asked repeatedly.

Yang Ruqing knew that this person was very proud deep down and looked down on the weak, especially women.

Yang Ruqing placed her sword on the table.

"Master, aren't you from the Jianzong? Isn't this Zhujian Mountain Villa renowned for gathering all the divine weapons in the world? Today, I'll compare my sword with the swords here and see whose is sharper."

This is a test.

"If the senior wins, then my husband and I will do as you say."

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If you lose, senior, will you grant me one wish? Is that possible?

Zhuge Qingyun put down his chopsticks, his gaze shifting from Yang Ruqing to the sword in her hand. It looked like an ordinary sword, how could it compare to the divine weapons in his armory?

“Little girl, do you know what you’re saying? Before this old man takes it seriously, you better take back your words and avoid the rumors spreading through the martial arts world that I bully the weak!” she said.

Yang Ruqing smiled and said to Luofengtang, "Tang YaZi, please trouble you to run a trip and ask Bai Xianchang to come over as a witness!"

Luo Fengtang looked at Yang Ruohua with questioning eyes, making his final confirmation.

Seeing Yang Ruqing nod at him, Luofeng Tang decisively got up and quickly walked towards the guest room where the head of the Baiyi sect was staying.

Ching'er, what she wants to do, he trusts her and will accompany her to the end!

Soon, the white-clothed sect leader, who had learned about the whole story, came over excitedly.

“Hahaha, today there's another good show to watch. Old mad man Zhuge, don't think that your Casting Sword Mountain Villa is amazing. There are people outside of people, and heavens outside of heavens. Outside of swords, there are also swords. Today, I'll let you open your eyes!” said the leader of the White Clothes Sect.

Zhuge Qingyun let out a cold laugh, "Then we'll just have to wait and see!"

Then he rose, hands clasped behind his back, and strode forward.

The Headmaster in white, Yang Ruqing, and Luofengtang followed closely behind, all the way to the armory of Zhujian Mountain Villa.

“Before I open this door, little girl, I ask you one last time, are you sure?” Zhuge Qingyun pressed his hand against the door and asked again.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips, a face full of certainty.

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Zhu Ge Qingyun said, "Good, when you lose, then Luo Fengtang you must again stay behind and accompany this old man to retreat and cultivate. This old man wants to use your power to break through the realm. You cannot refuse, Lao Bai, you also cannot go back on your word!"

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Luofengtang glanced at Yang Ruohua and said, “I’ll accept my defeat.”

The headmaster in white sneered, "Overconfident soldiers are bound to fail, old man."

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