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Looking at Zhuge Bai, whose face was flushed and who was shyly hiding behind his older brother, Gao Dashang finally understood the true value of being a "sissy".

Yes, the little guy also likes to exaggerate, and Zhuge Qing is a veteran victim of this.

What nonsense about running away in terror, what nonsense about the older brother being beaten to tears, almost causing Zhuge Qing to be executed in the village.

"Mr. Gao, who do you think will win between Master Wang and that Iron Monkey?"

With both hands braced against the railing of the stands, Zhuge Qing asked seemingly casually.

"Wang Ye."

I know that guy. Don't let his lazy appearance fool you, he's a Tai Chi master who studied under Master Yunlong and is one of Master Yunlong's most prized students.

Moreover... he is a rare genius among the younger generation.

"Do you know Master Wang?"

"Um.

Last year, I traveled in Central China and had the opportunity to visit Wudang Mountain.

If you're really interested, you can look up information about him online.

A regular internet connection is fine; there's no need to search on the "Outcast" network.

...Zhuge Qing.

I took out my phone, opened the search engine, typed in "Wang Ye," and was about to click search when I heard Gao Dashang remind me: "Add Tsinghua University."

...Zhuge Qing.

Enter the university's name before Wang Ye's name, and past news appears on Zhuge Qing's phone screen.

"The third son of the Wang family of Zhonghai."

Unexpectedly, our Taoist Master Wang Ye is actually a second-generation rich kid.

"Um.

"Don't be fooled by the impoverished Taoist priest Wang for travel expenses."

With a single palm strike, Wang Ye sent Iron Monkey flying back. Veins bulged on his forehead as he turned to the audience and laughed, "Mr. Gao, that's enough. If you keep talking, all my little secrets will probably be exposed."

"have to.

"Since you're always asking, of course there's no problem." Giving an OK sign, Gao Dashang immediately changed his tone: "Mr. Ye, stop fooling around. We've finally met, let's have a drink together after the competition."

Iron Monkey, who was originally smug and thought he had suppressed Wang Ye, glared at the three people in the stands upon hearing this.

"Zhuge Qing, Gao Dashang, I will remember you."

Zhuge Qing: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything at all."

Both are rising stars among the younger generation. Zhuge Qing is a celebrity, and Gao Dashang is even more famous nationwide because of the concubine selection scandal a year ago.

If I hadn't stayed home for a year and let the storm pass, I'd probably be pointed at and gossiped about whenever I went out.

It's not surprising that Iron Monkey could recognize the two of them.

"Mr. Gao, I feel very wronged."

"Endure the injustice. Iron Monkey's Tongbei Dan Shou technique is quite good. Watch it closely and study it later."

Perhaps fearing that Gao would expose more things, or perhaps eager to meet with Gao (Wang Ye: Oh no!), Wang Ye didn't ramble on like in the original story.

Without resorting to underhanded, gentle force, Wang, who was slightly more serious, knocked down the Iron Monkey in less than ten breaths.

The little bald boy looked utterly hopeless, feeling that all his hard work since childhood had become a joke.

Restraint Tai Chi? Restraint my ass.

The referee announced the result, and Wang Ye lazily walked onto the audience seats.

"Let's go, Mr. Gao, I'll have a drink with you."

"No rush, there are still a few games left, watch them before you leave."

"Screw you, don't force a monk to curse." He grabbed Gao Dashang's shoulder and tried to pull him away.

"Um?"

It didn't move.

I tried harder, but it still wouldn't budge.

"Stop fooling around."

"My master won't let me sign up for the competition, so I need to watch more matches to broaden my horizons." Gently swatting away Wang Ye's hand, Gao Dashang chuckled and said, "Of course, if Daoist Wang is in a hurry to leave, you can spar with me."

With Master Wang's superb Tai Chi skills as my opponent, I don't mind watching fewer matches.

Just as Wang Ye was about to refuse, he saw Gao Dashang grinning smugly and gesturing towards Zhuge Qing.

"You scoundrel, are you threatening me?"

"It's not really a threat. I'm just a big mouth, and I'm afraid I might say something I shouldn't when I'm chatting with Mr. Zhuge."

Zhuge Qing smiled without saying a word, his eyes narrowed, looking like an outsider.

"I don't like listening to gossip, but if I accidentally overhear it..."

"What a shrewd strategist! No wonder he's so adept at listening to the wind's whispers."

"Fine, I give up. You just want to see what Tai Chi is like. I'll spar with you sometime, okay?"

"Thank you for always being so kind. I look forward to it."

"Mr. Gao, please don't call me General Manager Ye. I just don't like it when others call me that, but when you call me General Manager Ye, it makes me feel uneasy." Wang Ye retorted with a wicked smile, "After all, you had only been away from Wudang for a few days last year, and I heard about that grand selection of concubines even when I was on the mountain."

"A person capable of selecting concubines, I dare not presume to call myself 'President' before you."

"puff!!!"

Despite trying to suppress his laughter, Zhuge Qing couldn't help but burst into laughter when the topic of choosing concubines came up.

Seeing the two looking at him, he quickly waved his hand and explained, "I was just thinking of something happy. You two can continue, just pretend I'm not here."

"It's just choosing a concubine!"

The matter is in the past, what's done is done, and you don't think I care about how others perceive me, do you?

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, the initial intention was indeed my father's love for his son. If a son can't get over it, wouldn't that mean he can't forgive his father? He patted Wang Ye on the shoulder and said, "Ye, you still have parents at home. Do you think you're abandoning the world or shirking your responsibility to support your parents to make yourself feel relaxed?"

Wang Ye's eyes twitched violently, and he said irritably, "Mr. Gao, are you implying something?"

"It's not that there's a hidden meaning in your words, but rather that I feel your tranquility, Master Wang, is like a castle in the air, or a sandcastle on the beach."

"Without experiencing the trials of the world, your tranquility will shatter at the slightest touch." After saying this, he ignored the two and focused on watching the game.

Since this was the first match after the qualifiers, the remaining players still varied in skill level.

Unfortunately, Gao Dashang didn't see any decent matches.

However, I still witnessed the abilities of other superhumans.

In particular, the thunderous sounds from the adjacent venue were interspersed throughout.

"Zhang Lingyu, are you using the Yin Five Thunder Technique to unleash Palm Thunder?"

Soon it was time for the last match of the day: Huo Dezong's Little Fire God versus Zhuge Qing.

At this time, Zhang Chulan had just left the residences of the two old men, Wang Ai and Lü Ci, and was heading to the arena with Xu San and Xu Si.

"Between Little Fire God and Zhuge Qing, who do you think is more likely to win?" Seeing that Gao Dashang was genuinely interested in the game and stopped teasing him, Wang didn't bring up the topic of changing the subject.

"Heh, that depends on whether Little Fire God understands Qimen Dunjia."

If he knew better, the two of them should be able to put up a fight.

If one doesn't understand this, once they find themselves in a position that's disadvantageous, all they can do is rage helplessly.

"I didn't realize you knew Qimen Dunjia, Mr. Gao. Does the Sanyi Sect have any knowledge of it?" This wasn't a joke; he genuinely didn't know if the Sanyi Sect knew Qimen Dunjia.

Even the name "Sanyimen" was only briefly explained to him by the Grand Tutor after Gao Dashang left.

"Although the Sanyi Sect was once a Xuanmen (mystical sect), it did not have any inheritance of Qimen techniques or similar methods."

"My knowledge of Qimen Dunjia is still from what I crammed yesterday." Speaking of cramming Qimen Dunjia, Gao Dashang didn't forget to look around the arena, wondering if he could find that sparrow that had obtained Qi.

The result was extremely disappointing; not a single sparrow was seen throughout the entire competition.

"Master Wang, when I encounter an opponent like Zhuge Qing, my method is to suppress him with my solid life cultivation."

If you were in that situation, how would you win?

"I?"

With his hands behind his head, Wang Ye lazily said, "They probably launched a surprise attack before he could set up his central palace, not giving him a chance to activate the formation."

"Is that so? Then I wish you good luck, Taoist priest, and hope you can defeat Zhuge Qing."

...Zhuge Bai: "Waaaaah!!!"

"I'm still here, I'm still here, and you two are already plotting how to beat my brother? You're both bad people."

The two adults completely ignored it, because with the two of them present, Zhuge Qing left his younger brother behind before going on stage.

As the little fire god exerted its power, the temperature in the entire arena continued to rise. The audience members standing in the first row of the stands felt the heat waves rolling in, making their faces burn painfully.

Only Zhuge Xiaobai huddled under the railing, shivering.

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