If the people at the foot of the mountain could hear the conversation of those on the mountain, they certainly wouldn’t be as excited as they are now; they might even throw up two liters of blood.
Li Chungang clasped his fists and politely said, "Fellow Daoist, why do you look so downhearted?"
Gao Zhenyue stood with his hands behind his back, sighing towards the mountains below, "The morals of the world are declining, the integrity of the past is lost. We cultivators live in this world, and if we cannot comprehend the concept of ’letting go’, we’re doomed to suffer greatly!"
Li Chungang, with a flash of insight, said, "Fellow Daoist speaks my mind, I often feel the same. That’s why I secluded myself for several years to focus away from worldly matters!"
Gao Zhenyue turned around, gazing at Li Chungang with a sense of latecomer’s regret, "I’ve heard that your ancestor was Li Chunfeng?"
Li Chungang’s face brightened, then he asked, "Have you heard that your ancestor was the Daoist Gao Lian?"
Gao Zhenyue, with a joyful expression, said, "No wonder I found your demeanor extraordinary; like me, you come from a distinguished lineage!"
Li Chungang said, "Indeed, I also observed that you have an imposing aura, quite reminiscent of your illustrious ancestor."
Gao Zhenyue laughed heartily, "Life is short, why should we, as cultivators, kill each other for fame and fortune? There is no ’best’ in laws and no ’second’ in arts. Under the Heavenly Dao, we are all ants. It was wrong of me to have injured your disciple earlier. Here is a Body Tempering Pill that I just finished refining. Although it has only half a pattern, it’s more than enough to rejuvenate his flesh and bones."
With a wave of his hand, he sent a porcelain bottle flying out.
The people at the foot of the mountain exclaimed, "Look, he’s made a move!"
"What kind of magic artifact is this, Master Li is in danger!"
"Such a powerful presence, I can feel it all the way down here."
On the mountain, Li Chungang held the porcelain bottle in his hand, looked up, and laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoist is too kind; my disciple has already been healed by me. It is my great fortune, Li Chungang, to make a friend like you today. I can’t accept this pill, please take it back!"
With a flick of his wrist, he returned the bottle.
The people below discussed among themselves, "That’s Li Chungang for you, his cultivation is profound, effortlessly catching that magic artifact!"
"Look, Master Li has thrown the artifact back!"
"What a move, ’using his own technique against him’! The master’s action is truly breathtaking!"
On the mountain, Gao Zhenyue caught the bottle and laughed loudly, "Delightful, it is my great fortune, Gao Zhenyue, as well to make a friend like you. I have a hundred-year-old wine, dare you share a drink with me?"
He produced an ancient jar with a wave, causing a stir among the onlookers below, "Look, that demon has brought out another magic artifact!"
"Amazing, simply amazing, the higher-ups indeed have many magic artifacts!"
"That jar is much bigger than the porcelain bottle!"
"Indeed, I wonder if Daoist Li will be able to catch it!"
Gao Zhenyue tossed it and Li Chungang caught it with one hand.
He opened the jar, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out.
The scent of wine, aged for hundreds of years, was so intoxicating that Li Chungang couldn’t help but exclaim with pleasure.
"Such fine wine is worth drinking even if it were poison!"
He tilted and poured the wine in an arc.
Li Chungang tilted his head back, inhaling all the wine into his stomach in one breath.
The crowd below clapped and cheered, "Master Li has amazing skills indeed!"
"Certainly, this wine jar could even stimulate the Water Elemental Force? Master Li dispelled it in one gulp!"
"A Demon Daoist remains a Demon Daoist, no matter how many spells he switches through, Master Li can handle them all!"
On the mountain, after finishing the wine, Li Chungang flicked his robe, and laughed heartily, "Good wine, indeed!"
Gao Zhenyue stepped forward, extending his right hand, "Fellow Daoist, dare you stand beside me in battle, and tread the long path of cultivation together?"
Li Chungang’s hand met his, just like when the Red Army met in the Jinggang Mountains.
The two old men shook hands and their laughter spread far and wide.
People at the foot of the mountain admired and shouted, "Magic spells failed, now they have resorted to close combat!"
"It’s hard to tell whose strength is greater!"
"Only Mr. Li Chungang could rival this Demon Daoist!"
Long Fei laughed upon hearing this, thinking about how unrelated these comments were.
The people on the mountain were clearly old friends catching up, discussing philosophy and life.
Yet, from below it seemed like a contest of masters.
The Zhang Family was in danger; they had managed to invite a master, but ended up with him becoming chummy after a mere chat.
He and Lin Yingying looked through the crowd for anyone from the Zhang Family and spotted a group of bodyguards in black standing near an old-fashioned black Bentley.
Given the setup, who else could it be if not the Zhang Family?
The Zhang Family patriarch, Zhang Wenyuan, was sitting in a wheelchair, with Zhang Xuan’er and a young man standing beside him.
Zhang Xuan’er seemed to sense Long Fei’s gaze, turned her head to look, and made eye contact with him.
A flash of panic crossed her face as she quickly averted her eyes, pretending not to recognize him with an icy demeanor.
Long Fei was not surprised, and upon seeing the young man by her side, he finally understood the cryptic words she had said before.
This young man must be her master.
The young man had a handsome face and a noble bearing, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of distinction.
Zhang Xuan’er was clearly smitten with him, fearing that Long Fei might interfere with her romantic aspirations.
Considering this, Long Fei wondered where the girl got the confidence to think he was interested in her.
After all, he had taken some liberties with her on Devil Island.
But those were desperate measures to save someone, mixed with some playful moments.
To see such callousness from the girl was truly disheartening.
A sly smile crept up the corners of Long Fei’s mouth as he conspired to Lin Yingying, "I’m going to do something important in a moment. You must promise to hold back your jealousy, alright? I’m doing this for the company’s sake!"
Lin Yingying frowned, wondering since when did a matter that involved jealousy concern the company.
Long Fei took her over and carelessly called out to Zhang Wenyuan, "Old man, how have you been?"
Zhang Wenyuan looked up and gratefully clasped his fist, saying, "Mr. Long, you’ve arrived!"
Long Fei nodded, stood beside Zhang Xuan’er, and casually draped an arm over her shoulder, saying with feigned warmth, "Xuan’er, how have you been lately?"
Zhang Xuan’er’s face flushed red, her eyes shooting daggers as she quickly shrugged him off, shouting, "Sir, am I familiar with you?"
The young man in the Zhongshan suit frowned and a flash of displeasure crossed his face.
Lin Yingying was also displeased, thinking to herself, seriously, this is for the company, and I’m not supposed to be jealous?
Long Fei feigned surprise and said, "Xuan’er, what are you talking about? Have you forgotten what happened underwater back then?" New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
Zhang Xuan’er wanted to die right then, having specifically warned him not to bring up the past.
Yet, not only had he ignored her warning, but he was also speaking in such a way as to embarrass her.
Her companion could no longer hold back and said coldly to Long Fei, "What exactly happened between you and Xuan’er underwater?"
Zhang Xuan’er immediately interrupted, anxiously shouting, "Master, don’t listen to his nonsense; there was nothing between us."
The young man continued, not taking his eyes off Long Fei, "I’m asking you, what exactly did you do?"
Long Fei replied ambiguously, "How could I speak of such things in front of so many people?"
At that moment, Zhang Xuan’er had the intense desire to kill Long Fei.