This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yangming immediately rebuked him:

"Reflect on your own faults in quiet contemplation, and refrain from gossiping about others in idle conversation. Have you forgotten what your teacher taught you?"

Wang Jingshu pouted and muttered:

"That's exactly right. He clearly doesn't have any real skills, yet he still tries to give himself the title of 'God's Hammer.' Isn't that just bragging?"

Wang Yangming was speechless, choked by her retort.

"you……"

He couldn't come up with the second half of the sentence after a long while.

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh:

"Junior sister, Master often says, 'The wise speak little, for karma comes from the mouth.' What you say may become your karma, and in the end, it will all come back to haunt you."

"So you should listen to your brother and say less hurtful things to others."

Wang Yangming had assumed Wang Jingshu would argue back with Qingfeng like she had argued with him, but to his surprise, Wang Jingshu simply pouted and then obediently nodded, saying:

"Oh, I understand, Senior Brother."

Wang Yangming's eyes widened in disbelief upon seeing this.

But on second thought, perhaps it was because Gu Qingfeng was the senior brother that Jing Shu was too embarrassed to talk back.

Wang Yangming didn't think much of it.

Qingfeng glanced at Wang Yangming, then at Mingyue, and smiled:

"Third junior brother, why don't you tell Mingyue about the battle on the platform? I'm going to use the restroom."

Upon hearing this, Mingyue's expression shifted, her greyish-white eyes fixed on Qingfeng, a hint of doubt on her face.

A gentle breeze patted the back of her hand and whispered:

"fine."

He then got up and left.

Seeing this, Wang Yangming had no choice but to move closer to Mingyue, and said somewhat hastily:

"Second Senior Sister, then... shall I explain it to you?"

Mingyue didn't take it to heart, nodded, and her thoughts had already drifted to Qingfeng.

Seeing that someone else was taking the stage, Wang Yangming concentrated on explaining:

"Another young expert has come up, dressed in all black, carrying a steel whip. He seems to be a bit more powerful than the previous Tie Niu..."

Meanwhile, Qingfeng did not go to the restroom.

Instead, he strode straight to the central private room, the one in the "甲" position—the most luxurious and spacious room in the room.

As soon as he arrived at the door, two attendants reached out to stop him.

Qingfeng was impeccably polite and calmly said:

"I am from Anyi County. I heard that Young Master Wei of the Overlord Blade Sect is here, so I have come to request an audience. Please announce my arrival."

The two guards at the gate didn't recognize him at first, but after Qingfeng finished speaking, they realized that he was one of the teenagers at the foot of the mountain.

This young man actually dared to come to our door on his own initiative?

He was about to reprimand the person, but then he thought that the other person was, after all, one of the five most prestigious private rooms among all the guests, so their status must be extraordinary. He shouldn't offend them too much, so he coldly said:

"Wait..."

Qingfeng smiled and nodded, then crossed his arms over his stomach and waited patiently.

A moment later, the attendant came out from inside and turned to Qingfeng, saying:

"Go in."

The breeze whispered:

"Thank you..."

His polite demeanor stunned the usually domineering entourage. Weren't they enemies with this young man? Why did he seem to be visiting an old friend?

As Qingfeng entered the private room, he found only two people sitting inside: Jiang Wei, the young man on the white horse from that morning, and Yang Haotian, the owner of Fuyang Manor.

Adhering to the principles of etiquette and courtesy, Qingfeng immediately performed the Zi-Wu Yin-Yang mudra upon entering, cupped his hands in greeting, and introduced himself:

"I am Qingfeng from Anyi County. I greet Master Yang and Young Master Wei."

Young Master Wei held a wine glass in his hand, gently swirling it, his eyes fixed on the square, and coldly replied:

"It's you again? What do you want from me?"

Yang Haotian, however, had a different expression. His eyes were fixed on Qingfeng's hand gesture as he bowed, and he looked deep in thought.

He had never seen this hand gesture used in greeting before, but it seemed to subtly reveal some kind of truth.

Such an unprecedented way of bowing is either something that some people in the martial arts world are doing to appear profound or to be unconventional.

Or they are some reclusive martial arts sects, with a unique tradition.

As a seasoned veteran, Yang Haotian knew that the longer one stayed in this world, the less one could rely solely on strength.

While strength is the most important factor, interpersonal relationships and social skills should not be underestimated.

Even the most skilled masters dare not make enemies everywhere, unless you are determined to live a lonely life, otherwise others will find an opportunity to take revenge on you sooner or later.

Therefore, seasoned veterans like Yang Haotian, who possess enormous wealth, understand the importance of interpersonal relationships and social skills.

Upon seeing Qingfeng's gesture of greeting, he immediately adopted the hospitality of a host, rising to return the greeting:

"This young master is distinguished and has an extraordinary demeanor. Why don't you sit down and have a proper chat? If there are any misunderstandings, we can clear them up face to face."

Qingfeng smiled upon hearing this, and Chaoyang Haotian cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you for your hospitality, Master Yang. I will leave after exchanging a few words with Young Master Wei."

Seeing this, Yang Haotian glanced at Jiang Wei. Although he didn't know what had happened between them, he understood that now was not the time for him to say anything.

Jiang Wei still didn't turn his head.

"Speak, then get out."

Qingfeng remained unperturbed, simply saying:

"On the way up the mountain today, Young Master Wei rode his horse at breakneck speed and nearly injured my junior sister."

Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and it wasn't beyond repair.

"I only hope that Young Master Wei can sincerely apologize to my junior sister, and then this matter can be dropped. What do you say?"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense upon hearing this.

The attendants standing around unconsciously placed their hands on the weapons at their waists. Yang Haotian also looked at Qingfeng with some surprise, thinking that this young man had quite the courage and spirit.

Since he knows Young Master Wei's name, he must also know Young Master Wei's identity.

Even a half-step Grandmaster like himself had to treat him with respect, so where did Qingfeng get the confidence to speak to Young Master Wei like that?

Upon hearing this, Young Master Wei finally turned around. His narrow eyes showed no anger, but rather a rare interest.

He put down his wine glass and said with a half-smile:

"Say it again? What do you want me to do?"

An invisible pressure descended, the natural aura that Jiang Wei had cultivated over a long period of time as a person in a superior position. If an ordinary person were to face such an aura, their legs would probably go weak by now.

But Qingfeng was clearly different from ordinary people.

Although he has not yet completed the Foundation Establishment and begun Qi Refining, through so much meditation and the imminent completion of his Foundation Establishment cultivation, Qingfeng's state of mind has already far surpassed that of ordinary people.

With the lifting of his slave status, the last trace of his inferiority complex vanished.

Qingfeng today truly deserves the title of a young prodigy.

Facing the imposing Jiang Wei, Qingfeng stepped forward again, made a third hand seal, and cupped his hands in greeting, saying:

"Please, Young Master Wei, go and sincerely apologize to my junior sister. I will then let this matter rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the interest on Young Master Wei's face vanished completely, replaced by murderous intent in his eyes.

He turned to look at Yang Haotian and said with a sinister smile:

"Master Yang, for your sake, I'll only break his legs and tear his mouth apart, sparing his life... Is that too much to ask?"

Just as Yang Haotian was about to step forward and offer some words of advice, Qingfeng stepped forward again and said:

"It seems Young Master Wei has no intention of apologizing?"

Jiang Wei turned his head to look at Qingfeng, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Master Yang, there's really no other way. Someone is determined to die, so I have no choice but to send him on his way..."