This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

There weren't any extra chairs in the courtyard, so Yang Haotian and Yan Changfeng could only stand awkwardly opposite Li Daoxuan.

From the moment he stepped into the courtyard, Yan Changfeng kept scrutinizing Li Daoxuan.

Regardless of the oppressive aura Li Daoxuan exuded, he always felt that there couldn't possibly be such a young grandmaster in this world.

Because of this suspicion, Yan Changfeng was not as polite as Yang Haotian.

After all, Yang Haotian had witnessed Qingfeng's use of talisman techniques. If his disciple was so amazing, how could his master be any better?

"My name is Yang Haotian of Fuyang Manor. May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

Yang Haotian said very politely.

Li Daoxuan naturally wouldn't go too far with him, so he replied with a smile:

"This humble Taoist priest, Li Daoxuan, greets Master Yang."

Yang Haotian was slightly suspicious: "This humble Taoist?" He had never heard of such a self-reference before.

He couldn't help but become more and more convinced that Li Daoxuan was a reclusive master.

Li Daoxuan turned to look at Yan Changfeng beside him, and said calmly:

"You're the leader of the Overlord Blade Sect?"

Yan Changfeng frowned slightly, then casually cupped his hands and said:

"I am Yan Changfeng."

Li Daoxuan nodded, but still did not invite the two to sit down. Instead, he asked in a cold tone:

"Tell me, you came to see me not just because of the duel just now, did you?"

Yan Changfeng's expression froze, and a hint of anger flickered in his eyes.

He was used to being high and mighty, and suddenly he seemed a little unaccustomed to Li Daoxuan's indifferent and casual attitude.

But he dared not make any rash moves before he had figured out Li Daoxuan's background.

Yang Haotian didn't seem to mind, and cupped his hands in a smile:

"To be honest, sir, we came here not just for the duel between Young Master Wei and Young Master Qingfeng, but for you."

After listening to him finish speaking, Li Daoxuan only needed a moment to think before he understood Yang Haotian's meaning.

It was simply that Qingfeng displayed some extraordinary skills of a martial artist at Fuyang Manor in order to stand up for Wang Jingshu, which made these two big shots in the martial arts world feel that something was out of their control.

Or perhaps they weren't the real behind-the-scenes bosses, but just two slightly more important pawns.

I wanted to come and find out more about myself, this newly emerged dragon crossing the river.

Thinking of this, Li Daoxuan said frankly:

"My disciples and I are only interested in cultivating ourselves and have no interest in the conflicts and grudges of the martial world, so you don't need to worry that I will compete with you for territory or fame."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Changfeng retorted:

"If that's the case, why did you have your fourth-realm Grand Martial Master disciple disguise himself as a third-realm expert to fight my disciple?"

"If this isn't for fame or fortune, then what is it for?"

Yang Haotian, who was listening from the side, gave an awkward smile and simply shut his mouth.

This matter has nothing to do with him at least.

After hearing Yan Changfeng say this, Li Daoxuan scoffed instead:

"Can't you even distinguish right from wrong?"

"you..."

Yan Changfeng was furious.

Li Daoxuan remained calm and composed, saying:

"As far as I know, the challenge was issued by your disciple. My disciple never said he would challenge your disciple."

"Besides, when did my disciple ever say he only had three realms?"

These two sentences left Yan Changfeng speechless.

Indeed, this competition was initiated by his Ba Dao Sect.

But he was used to being domineering and refused to talk about right and wrong, stubbornly insisting:

"Even so, as someone at the fourth realm, they should at least have given prior notice before taking action..."

Li Daoxuan merely snorted softly, then didn't even glance at him again.

Even Yang Haotian, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. Yan Changfeng was a veteran of the martial arts world, how could he say such childish things?

In the world of martial arts, the goal is to kill the enemy and protect oneself. Who would willingly reveal their trump card?

Does Yan Changfeng really specify where he'll strike and how much force he'll use before he even makes a move?

Nonsense...

Yan Changfeng realized that his words were somewhat far-fetched, but since things had come to this point, he could not back down. So he revealed his true intentions and purpose for coming here.

"Enough with the small talk, we've come here today to inform you of one thing."

After saying that, Yan Changfeng looked coldly at Li Daoxuan, waiting for his reaction.

Li Daoxuan, however, never looked at him.

Suppressing his anger, Yan Changfeng said in a low voice:

"The martial arts world of Lijiang, Jianzhou, and Lizhou provinces is under the jurisdiction of His Highness Prince Jin. Whenever a Grand Martial Master of the Fourth Realm or above appears, he must bring his disciples and name cards to the capital to pay homage within a specified period."

"This is decreed by imperial authority; who in the land dares disobey?"

Upon hearing this, Li Daoxuan turned to look at Yang Haotian.

Yang Haotian smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:

"To be honest, Mr. Li, there is indeed such a rule."

"This move is also to maintain peace in the martial arts world, prevent the use of force to break the law, and ensure unified control."

Li Daoxuan hadn't expected there to be such a rule.

However, he absolutely refused to take his disciples to pay homage to the Prince of Jin.

Moreover, he wasn't a great martial arts master to begin with.

"You two have probably come here unnecessarily today."

Yan Changfeng and Yang Haotian couldn't help but change their expressions slightly.

Yan Changfeng angrily retorted:

"How dare you disobey orders?"

Li Daoxuan said calmly:

"Disobeying orders? No, no, no, you've got it wrong. I, Li Daoxuan, am a Taoist cultivator, not a martial artist, and neither are my disciples."

"So your so-called rules don't apply to me."

Yan Changfeng didn't understand what a cultivator was, and only felt that Li Daoxuan's purpose in saying this was to disobey orders, so he coldly snorted:

"I won't waste my breath arguing with you. I've already conveyed what I needed to say. I'm giving you one month. If you still dare to disobey after one month, don't blame me for not warning you when the Prince of Jin's anger comes down."

Yang Haotian also quickly advised:

"Mr. Li, Prince Jin is the second prince of the current dynasty. He has been appointed by the emperor to oversee the martial arts affairs of the three provinces. If we offend Prince Jin, I'm afraid..."

Li Daoxuan still smiled and said:

"But I really am not a martial artist, you're just making things difficult for me..."

Seeing that he was unyielding, Yan Changfeng immediately turned and left, flicking his sleeves.

"Don't try to persuade him; he's asking for it..."

Yang Haotian looked troubled, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Just as Yan Changfeng was about to step out of the courtyard, Li Daoxuan suddenly spoke:

"etc..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Changfeng stopped and turned to look at Li Daoxuan, his eyes now showing a hint of disdain.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, unless they cultivate to become a legendary seventh-level grandmaster, they are nothing but ants before imperial power.

However, what Li Daoxuan said was not what Yan Changfeng wanted to hear at all.

"You've finished saying what you needed to say, isn't it my turn now?"

Yan Changfeng paused, then frowned and said:

"You? What do you want?"

Li Daoxuan smiled, slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and his gaze gradually turned cold.

"I just heard you say you were going to cripple my disciple. What's the story behind that?"