This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Mingyue suddenly realized that her senior brother had indeed thought of this as well. However, she didn't know why he hadn't stopped the Wang siblings from coming to watch the excitement.

"If that's the case, why did you agree to come and watch the show, Senior Brother?"

Mingyue asked curiously.

Gentle breeze, holding a bamboo cane, chuckled softly:

"As the senior brother, it wouldn't be right to dampen the enthusiasm of my junior brothers and sisters. Besides, I also want to see what kind of heroes and valiant men are in the martial arts world, and who can become the so-called supreme master of the martial arts world."

Mingyue frowned, not quite believing Qingfeng's words. In her mind, Qingfeng was not someone who liked to watch the excitement.

As if guessing Mingyue's thoughts, Qingfeng turned to Mingyue and smiled:

"Junior sister, after all... I am Master's eldest disciple. Shouldn't I learn more about this world for the future of our Daoist sect..."

Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, and a look of shock appeared on her usually calm face.

It turns out that her seemingly ordinary senior brother had such profound thoughts.

A sect or a tradition, if it wants to last, must never work in isolation.

No wonder Qingfeng is the top disciple of the Taoist sect and the master's eldest disciple.

He appears to be honest and simple, and never argues with anyone.

In reality, he is sensitive and has a deep appreciation for the beauty of nature.

Mingyue suddenly felt more respect and admiration for this senior brother; such a person was indeed qualified to be her senior brother.

Mingyue straightened his posture, loosened his bamboo cane, formed the Yin-Yang hand seal with both hands, and bowed, saying:

"Junior sister has learned a lot."

Seeing this, Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed and returned the greeting with a blush:

"You flatter me, junior sister."

"Let's go inside quickly."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the villa, the guards stopped the group.

Wang Jingshu was prepared and handed over an invitation.

After the servant finished inspecting the goods, he stepped aside to let them pass.

Although the Wang family lived in a remote area of ​​Anyi County, the reputation of the family head, Wang Qingdu, was renowned throughout the entire Lijiang Prefecture.

After all, he was a former top scholar in the provincial examination and had served as the Assistant Magistrate of Lijiang Prefecture.

In the Lijiang Prefecture area, the Wang family's name still carries considerable weight.

Upon learning that it was the young master and daughter of the Wang family who had come to visit, a highly respected steward from Fuyang Manor soon came out to greet them.

He led the four of them directly into a quiet and elegant courtyard inside the villa and ordered his servants to take good care of them.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the person in charge excused himself and took his leave, citing that he was busy.

They said that when the martial arts tournament begins, a servant would come and lead a few people to the tournament venue to observe.

Just as the steward was about to leave, Qingfeng suddenly stepped forward and asked:

"May I ask, steward, is there a distinguished guest visiting the manor today?"

The steward paused, thought for a moment, and replied:

"Speaking of distinguished guests, all those who travel from afar are honored guests of our manor. However, there are a few whose identities are quite extraordinary. May I ask which distinguished guest you are inquiring about, sir?"

Upon hearing Qingfeng's words, the Wang siblings immediately thought of the white-horse-riding youth they had met at the foot of the mountain. However, they were puzzled as to why their senior brother was asking about him.

Qingfeng smiled and said in a relaxed tone:

"He was a young nobleman who arrived on a white horse, dressed in a brocade robe embroidered with gold mythical bird patterns, and possessed an extraordinary bearing."

"Does the steward know who he is?"

Upon hearing Qingfeng's description, the manager's expression visibly changed, and he then lowered his voice to ask:

"The young master asked him... is there something...?"

Qingfeng understood his meaning and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't overthink it, sir. It's just that the young master lost something when we went up the mountain, and I need to return it to him."

Hearing this explanation, the manager finally breathed a sigh of relief, then said in a serious tone:

"That young master in white is named Jiang Wei. His identity is the most unusual. He is the direct disciple of the Overlord Blade Sect Master. I heard that he is only eighteen years old this year, but he is already a third-level martial artist. He is only one step away from condensing his true qi and becoming a fourth-level grand martial artist. Moreover, he has deeply inherited the true teachings of the Overlord Blade Sect Master. With his Overlord Blade, he is almost invincible among his peers."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng nodded and murmured:

"The Overlord Blade... So domineering..."

After the steward finished speaking, he added:

"That's nothing. Young Master Jiang's true identity is that of a descendant of the Prince of Cheng. In terms of seniority, he should be the grand-nephew of the current emperor. He is the sole heir of the Prince of Cheng's mansion. However, in the martial arts world, everyone calls him Young Master Wei, not the Prince of Cheng's heir."

Qingfeng and the others paused for a moment.

This was quite unexpected.

After the steward finished speaking, he bowed and took his leave.

The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment inside the house.

If he were just a disciple of a martial arts sect, that would be one thing, but I never expected that the other party would actually be a member of the royal family, a prince or heir.

Such a status is far beyond what a direct disciple of a martial arts sect can achieve.

Although Wang Jingshu was spoiled and willful, she knew her place. No matter how prestigious her father was in Lijiang Prefecture, he was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in front of a prince.

"Maybe... we should just forget about it..."

Wang Jingshu murmured.

Wang Yangming could only sigh helplessly and decided not to pursue the matter any further.

Mingyue pursed her lips, her fingers gently stroking the bamboo cane in her hand, lost in thought.

Only the gentle breeze looked out the window, remaining silent.

However, there was no sign of compromise in his eyes.

A moment later, Qingfeng turned around and smiled gently:

"Alright, let's not think about this anymore. We're here to watch the fun, so let's just enjoy the show and not worry about anything else."

No one dared to say anything more; they simply drank their tea in silence and waited for the conference to begin.

At noon, a servant from the manor brought the food and reported back:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the event will likely begin around 1:00 PM. After you finish your meal, you may rest for a while or go to the venue in advance to observe. The steward has already arranged elegant seats for you in the Jia-character Chen position."

Wang Yangming cupped his hands politely and said:

"Thank you, young man. Please convey our gratitude to the Master of the Manor for his arrangements."

The servant repeatedly said he dared not, and then left.

After finishing their meal, although there was still some time before the conference started, the group had nothing else to do, so they called over a servant and were taken to the venue.

The venue was a huge square in the center of the resort, paved with stone bricks, with a three-foot-high platform paved with large bluestones in the center.

Judging from the marks on the stone bricks of the square, this must have been the place where the disciples of Fuyang Manor used to practice martial arts.

The square is surrounded by concentric corridors in the shape of the Chinese character "回" (hui). The corridor in the north is a two-story structure, with a lower floor and an upper floor in the form of a pavilion.

Those elegant seats were partitions created by screens in the corridor, with low tables and cushions placed inside for those who wanted to observe.

However, most of the people who could sit in the private seats were people of status, while those wandering knights who came from afar could only stand in the square below the arena under the scorching sun and look on with bated breath.

This explains why people in the martial arts world value their reputation.

Led by servants, Qingfeng and his companions arrived at the second floor of the corridor in the due north direction. The Jiazi Chen position was the westernmost position on the second floor, which was the best position among all the private rooms.

Looking around, you can see the entire venue.

By this time, a number of people had already gathered in small groups at the venue.

Most of them were armed, burly, and exuded a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air.

The group engaged in lively conversation, their words brimming with a sense of chivalry and adventure.

On the contrary, most of the private rooms were empty, indicating that these people of status were not willing to show their faces too early.

This was the first time Qingfeng and his companions had ever seen such a lively scene in the martial arts world. Their unhappiness from the morning vanished, and they looked around, finding everything new and interesting.

Qingfeng lowered his voice and whispered in Mingyue's ear, explaining the various scenes before her.

As they were talking, Qingfeng suddenly felt something and turned to look, just in time to see Wang Yangming's eyes suddenly shrink back.

Qingfeng couldn't help but feel surprised. His junior brother had always acted with integrity and uprightness, so why did he suddenly seem to be acting suspiciously?

Just as Qingfeng was puzzled, he suddenly noticed Mingyue's profile.

Although Mingyue had only recently turned eleven, she had successfully established her foundation and made progress in her cultivation, so she naturally exuded an otherworldly aura. Moreover, her figure seemed to have matured considerably, making her stand out from other girls.

Qingfeng, who had already turned sixteen, suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but be surprised:

"No way? Could it be that my junior brother..."

Qingfeng looked up at Wang Yangming and, sure enough, noticed that the boy's eyes were constantly glancing at Mingyue, intentionally or unintentionally.