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He couldn\'t understand why an elder who had endured so many years in his youth and lived to be eighty years old couldn\'t see through such things.

After all, he was an elder over eighty years old, and everyone stood up to welcome him, but the one approaching was not the elder, but rather a group of young and handsome men, about thirteen or fourteen in number, followed by several middle-aged men, each steady in demeanor, and finally an old man with a face full of liver spots, snow-white hair, holding a charming beauty with his left arm and a handsome middle-aged man\'s right arm, striding forward, laughing heartily about something delightful, his eyebrows raised together, making him look extremely sleazy and disgusting.

When they reached the middle, the elegant young men lined up on both sides, attending to the elder as he sat in the main seat. The coquettish beauty sank bonelessly into the elder\'s embrace, her bewitching charm almost flowing like water from her eyes and brows, causing him to burst into laughter again, as the handsome man next to him stood up but was pulled down by him, saying,

"Ziyang, where are you going? Hahaha, back in the day, I roamed Jianghu with your grandfather. Sit down, I am happy today, sit with me and watch these brilliant heroes."

Xu Ziyang couldn\'t resist him and had to reluctantly sit beside him with a bitter smile. Seeing Wang Anfeng below, he nodded with a smile. Wang Anfeng also greeted him with a fist salute. At that moment, the elder had already lifted the wine jug beside him and, smiling at the young men of the noble families below, said,

"Heaven and Earth are but inns of chance, time merely passes us by, this old man is already eighty-three this year, who knows how many more springs and autumns I can live through? But today, seeing the bright moon high in the sky, accompanied by fine wine, and all you young men so handsome, hahaha, even a half-dead man like me feels a spark of life.

Gentlemen, there is fine wine on the table, please drink at your leisure, and these various delicacies are also greatly beneficial for cultivation. Do not be shy."

He laughed as he threw his head back and drained the jug in one gulp, his actions still quite bold, earning him some sideways glances. After emptying the cup, he laughed again and said, "In ancient times, the scholars accompanied their drinks with literature and music. I am no talent, but I have composed a pair of couplets myself, for my worthy nephews to appreciate."

The crowd below was slightly startled, yet they saw that the elder was not joking; instead, he pursed his lips, tightened his face attempting to mimic a scholar, but to those below it seemed nothing more than an act of deep frustration. He began his throaty chant,

"In the lonely city, no mist can be seen, drunkenly seeking night rain at the flag pavilion, from beneath the noble lord\'s hall flows cold spring water, sadly marking old He\'s current whereabouts, tending health, taking medicine, a heart inclined to join the chaotic clouds, the great path is originally hard for people to understand, better to return to the old green mountains."

The mute unintentionally smacked his lips but then realized that it didn\'t suit the image of an elder scholar, halted his action, and shook his head, laughing out loud, "My worthy nephews, drink at will, do not mind this old man!"

The others thanked him and took their seats. Wang Anfeng, however, was somewhat astonished as he said,

"This Elder Liu can actually compose poetry?"

Next to him, Xiahou Xuan scoffed and said, "The great path is originally hard for people to understand, better to return to the old green mountains, this kind of reclusive mindset, look at that old man embracing the beauty, how could he have written it? Probably he paid some mediocre scholar a sum of money to compose a poem to maintain appearances."

Huangfu Xiong, having taken a sip of the fine wine, chuckled softly in agreement,

"Look at him, his descendants piled up around him, still the Manor Master at over eighty, it\'s clear he couldn\'t have written it. Let\'s drop the topic, the wine here is truly exceptional, meticulously crafted, and the dishes are also very refined, hahaha, it\'s enough to feast on."

Xiahou Xuan, uncharacteristically, did not argue, and nodded slightly,

"It is not inferior to Louwailou."*

Wang Anfeng, hearing this, felt a stirring in his stomach. He had only eaten a little in the morning and was already unbearably hungry. He picked some dishes and placed them in his mouth, finding the texture tender and surprisingly refreshing for meat, eating a lot before finally putting down his chopsticks.

His stomach seemed to have a fire burning inside, making the practice of Yi Chan Gong seemingly speed up a bit.

At that moment, a fragrant aroma drifted by, somewhat like fruit or flowers, but indescribable, containing countless variations, as if plunging into a sea of flowers. Looking over, he saw that Xiahou and Huangfu each had a jug filled with amber-like liquor, from which that alluring fragrance was emanating.

Wang Anfeng felt quite tempted for a moment, and turned to look at his own wine pot, his index finger twitching.

Maybe just one sip?

If it\'s only one sip, would the Master not mind?

The thought had just crossed his mind when he reached out to touch the wine pot, his fingers feeling slightly cool, giving the youth, heated from the medicinal meal, a jolt. His mind subconsciously recalled the Uncle Li who had muddled through drafting a marriage document with him, causing his body to shiver, and he withdrew his hand by an inch, thinking,

"This stuff is good, but it can cause one to lose composure; it\'s better to adhere to the Master\'s advice and not touch it."

"Otherwise, what if I lose my composure and say something inappropriate?"

With that, he withdrew his hand from the wine pot and focused on eating the dishes, ignoring the enticing wine. As he ate, he casually chatted and laughed with the two young men next to him. As the bright moon gradually descended to the middle of the courtyard, Huangfu Xiong, having drained his jug, seemed a bit tipsy as he staggered to his feet, laughing,

"Brothers, let us return for now, we\'ll gather again tomorrow..."

Wang Anfeng nodded in response:

"Indeed, as if..."

Thud!

Before he could finish his sentence, Huangfu Xiong\'s face, which was stiff with a sudden smile, fell directly onto the mat. Wang Anfeng was slightly startled and initially thought Huangfu had gotten drunk; but at that moment, the sons of the noble clans around him also began to collapse one by one on the mats. Xiahou Xuan\'s body staggered slightly, but he could still maintain some clarity.

Supporting himself with one hand on the desk, he sweated profusely and gritted his teeth:

"Poison?!"

"How can it be? I checked it; the wine and dishes were fine..."

"Hahaha, the Xiahou Family has passed down the art of zither music, but they are also adept in the lower forms of Jianghu. How could I be so foolish? The wine is good, coming from the springs of Heavenly Mountain and even better when mixed with three inches of Xuan Yin Ginseng in the meat—it aids Taoists in refining spirit and transforming Qi altogether.

Combined, it is a superior substance known as \'No Return on the Path.\' What do you think, young master Xiahou?"

The old man burst out laughing, the sound rolling over. Xiahou Xuan\'s face grew even paler. On the other side, Xu Ziyang, clad in white, suddenly stood up but was pulled down by the old man. His body shook, and unable to support himself, he fell onto the desk. Seeing these fallen sons of noble clans, he struggled and yelled angrily:

"What are you doing, Liu Wuqiu!"

"Hahaha, what am I doing? As the Left Envoy of the Four Symbols Pavilion, what else can I do?"

"How dare you! The sons of the Xiahou and Huangfu clans are here; don\'t think you can run wild!"

"Hahaha, it is precisely because these two young masters are here that I served good wine and good dishes, to avoid alarming the experts that the young masters drove away to County City!"

Liu Wuqiu laughed heartily, his white hair whipping wildly, looking every bit the demon. Once the name of the Four Symbols Pavilion was mentioned, Xu Ziyang\'s face turned instantly pale. The old man straightened his robes and waved his hand to have his descendants bind everyone. He then faced the distance and bowed deeply, shouting loudly:

"Greetings to the Sect Leader!"

The voice boomed into the distance. Liu Wuqiu, in his flowing robes and wild white hair, stood under the moonlight that draped his wrinkled face with shadows, looking unspeakably sinister and terrifying.

Although the people were physically weak, most were still lucid, their faces growing paler as if they had fallen into an eerie, ghostly realm, bringing an oppressive atmosphere that instinctively made one shiver with fear.

At that moment, Wang Anfeng\'s body suddenly burst into action. With the earlier chaos, and Xiahou Xuan drawing attention, the handsome young man carrying rope over hadn\'t noticed that Anfeng had not grown weak and was still laughing as he said, "Brother Wang, it was I who sent you that invitation earlier. I never thought that today I would also be the one to take you away."

Before the voice had died away, a figure suddenly sprang up. His face stiffened and instinctively he moved back, but in front of him, Wang Anfeng\'s right hand scooped up a longsword from the desk.

With a fierce pull and thrust, eschewing any sort of technique and aiming purely for brutal ferocity, the Roaming Dragon and Gaze Moon Sword flashed a cold light as it pierced straight into the young man\'s heart.

Wang Anfeng\'s pupils constricted to a perilously small size, and his heart was beating at its limit. Yet in his ears thundered a furious roar, and in his memory echoed the tales Libo had shared, like thunder in spring, awakening and resonating continuously!

If you fail to beat a tiger, you may end up harmed by it!

In life and death struggle, you cannot afford to hold back!

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A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, with hardly any hesitation. Wang Anfeng fiercely pulled out the sword and twisted his waist. The sword\'s icy gleam was sharp as he slashed it across the young man\'s throat, spraying a line of blood. The young man screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Wang Anfeng abruptly stood up, grabbing Xiahou Xuan with one hand and Huangfu Xiong with the other, leaping forward, his blood boiling hot but his mind sharper than ever.

Despite the enemy\'s numbers being great and scattered throughout the arena, the strongest among them were still greeting the Sect Leader and could not give their full effort!

This matter was of great importance and surely known to very few.

Escape!

He immediately powered into a sprint, having drunk Xiahou Xuan\'s tea and eaten the medicated meals of Liuxu Villa, his inner strength was full, like a tiger bounding down the mountains as he dashed away. The junior members of the noble families, upon seeing this, cried out for help, their voices gentle and tender, trying to seduce with potential benefits, many sounding desperately sincere.

But the Wang Anfeng, who had previously behaved like a modest gentleman, was now frighteningly cold and indifferent, not even sparing a glance as he dashed straight into the woods.

Liu Wuqiu\'s expression changed dramatically, and he yelled furiously, delivering a Space Dividing Palm Force strike to Wang Anfeng\'s back, but then cried out in shock:

"Royal Qi Armor?!"

By then, Wang Anfeng, aided by the force of the palm strike, dashed like a tiger into the forest, his actions resolute and his escape swift, catching a lifeline and breaking free in a moment.