One person: I am Li Buren, I cannot bear to do anything!

In the distance, the roar of a magnificent tiger was deafening.

This magnificent tiger, composed of Qi and artistic conception, is nearly five meters long and can almost be called a spirit.

In comparison, Li Buren was like a child in front of it, weak and frail.

Wang Zheng was also very confident.

As the inheritor of the Wang family's divine painting style, he has practiced this art for over thirty years.

Those who excel in painting are the best, and he has only specialized in this one art form in his spiritual cultivation: a striped tiger, which embodies his thirty years of life.

In the past, when fighting with others, this fierce tiger was often the deciding factor, the one blow that brought the outcome.

Of course, although the situation was slightly different this time, it still served as the decisive factor and the final word.

Li Buren stood still, turned to face the striped tiger that Wang Zheng had conjured, one hand on his waist and the other gripping the tiger's neck.

Wang Zheng stared blankly at this scene.

"How could the tiger in my painting be like this..."

Li Buren continued to stand with one hand on his hip, his feet stepping on the air with his Qi, and with his other hand he lifted the five-meter-long striped tiger into the air like a doll.

"So it seems that it was quite difficult for Wu Song to fight the tiger back then."

"If this guy's neck were any thicker, I wouldn't be able to hold it in my hand."

Looking at Wang Zheng in the distance, Li couldn't bear to delay any longer.

With just a slight exertion of force, the illusory tiger was crushed into bubbles, scattering in the air.

Bang.

Wang Zheng collapsed to the ground in despair, staring blankly at Li Buren, who was still standing there.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing, and finally just gave a bitter smile.

"My most prized divine technique couldn't even force out his Heavenly Talisman?"

"This is truly a bit hopeless. Just what kind of being has the young master offended..."

Li Buren calmed himself down and walked towards Wang Zheng.

The Heavenly Record?

Li couldn't even bear to look at that thing, let alone learn how to use it.

"Thinking about it this way, I really should go find Old Man Lu next time and ask him to teach me the Heavenly Talisman..."

Wang Zheng slumped at the doorway, while outside the martial arts arena, the Wang family members had already gathered.

A quick glance reveals numerous experts from the older generation of the Wang family, clan elders, and even figures from earlier generations.

Wang Ye also walked out from the other side at this moment, with Wang Bing leading the way, and the younger generation of the Wang family looking dejected.

Li Buren stopped walking and stood at the door, while Wang Ye followed behind him.

Wang Zheng took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"I'm sorry, Master Li."

"The Wudang kung fu is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. With the Tongtian Talisman in your hands, it will no longer be forgotten."

"However, this concerns the reputation of our entire Wang family."

"You're not leaving today."

Li couldn't bear to look ahead, and the originally dense crowd suddenly retreated to both sides like a tide.

An elderly man with a gloomy look in his eyes and a short stature walked out surrounded by a group of people.

Li Buren was very familiar with those eyes; they were small and sharp, as if they could pierce his heart.

"It's been a long time, Master Li."

Wang Ai still had that same squinting eye and wrinkled face with a half-smile.

Li frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Patriarch Wang, it has indeed been a long time."

Wang Ai waved his hand behind him, signaling the crowd that had been surging forward to stay put, and walked towards Wang Ye and Li Buren alone.

"I heard that the shrine paintings of our Wang family were found by two Taoist priests, who then specially returned them to our Wang family?"

As she spoke, Wang Ai looked at Wang Zheng, who was standing to the side.

That familiar, venomous gaze sent a chill down Wang Zheng's spine, and he understood Wang Ai's meaning.

"Yes, yes, the two Taoist priests not only helped us return the divine painting, but also had a friendly chat with us."

"Um."

Wang Ai nodded. He had no intention of asking Li Buren at all; it was just a way out.

Wang Ai chuckled twice as she approached Li Buren.

"Little Bu Ren, what's your thought about coming to our Wang family as a retainer, as I mentioned last time?"

"With your talent and ability, if you could become a retainer in our Wang family, your future would be limitless."

At this point, Wang Ai also glanced at Wang Ye beside her.

"You two are fellow disciples of Wudang, and you have already mastered two of the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

"If they come to our Wang family, along with our divine magic and the Feng family's spirit-binding and general-conquering techniques, and the three schools' eight extraordinary skills, who can shake our position?"

As she spoke, Wang Ai seemed to have already regarded Wang Ye as one of her own, and reached out to pat Wang Ye's shoulder.

Wang Ye merely glanced at Wang Ai sideways and took a half-step back disdainfully.

Wang Ai wasn't embarrassed; instead, she turned to Li Buren, who had remained silent.

"Is Master Li still dissatisfied with the situation regarding his disciples?"

"Very well, actually I had other thoughts about Master Li before, but I was afraid of misunderstanding him, so I didn't dare to speak up."

"Now I've swallowed my pride and will speak frankly."

"Master Li is of marriageable age and presumably still unmarried. Many women in my Wang family secretly admire him. I wonder if Master Li..."

Li Buren was startled, and even with his composure, he couldn't quite keep his composure.

"No wonder he's been called a rat-like old man; he can even open his mouth wide!"

Seeing that Li Buren didn't react, Wang Ai became more and more vivid and specific in her speech.

"Master Li can choose any woman from our Wang family. When Master Li marries into our Wang family, we will give him our full support."

"If Master Li and Master Wang share their two Eight Extraordinary Techniques with us, then our Wang family will surely hold a significant place in the world of extraordinary individuals!"

Li couldn't help but chuckle.

Wang Ai's face darkened.

Li couldn't help but laugh so hard he was convulsing, as if he couldn't stop.

"Senior Wang's advice is indeed very good, but I really can't do it."

Wang Ai still had a gloomy face.

Why?

Li reluctantly removed Wang Ai's hand, which was reaching out to climb onto his shoulder, and said slowly and deliberately.

"My junior brother is a sorcerer, and he did the reading for me."

"I can't marry a woman with the surname Wang in this lifetime, she's a jinx to my husband."

The young Taoist priest laughed loudly, his already handsome face now showing a hint of arrogance and mockery, and led Wang Ye outside.

Wang Ai had her back to the two of them, her head lowered, her face ashen.

"I told you, you're not leaving today!"

Wang Ai's deep voice rang out, as if stagnant water were evaporating.

Li Buren and the Wang family members in front of Wang Ye seemed to have anticipated this, and now they blocked the exit completely.

At the same time, several elders and young men stepped forward, releasing their Qi without reservation, pressing down on the two of them.

Wang Ye glanced at the Wang family members who stood like a human wall.

Then he glanced at Wang Ai, who seemed to be watching them from the shadows.

"Senior brother..."

Golden light flashed in Li Buren's eyes as he gazed calmly into the distance with his phoenix eyes.

"It's alright, let the bullets fly for a while."

During the standoff, the entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As an independent manor, the Wang family could ensure that the vast majority of outsiders could not enter.

Of course, it's the vast majority.

An incredibly tall old man, with white hair and beard but remarkably good energy, stood at the gate.

"Little Wang, why aren't you leaving yet?"