Chapter 354: with translation of chapter title

Nangong Yue thought, if they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Then this matter, it should still be salvageable.

By then, let Nangong Xue go salvage it a bit, wouldn't that work?

Upon hearing her aunt's words, Nangong Xue's eyes turned red.

"Aunt, he's not my boyfriend!"

"Our friendship, because of you, is gone!"

Saying that, tears kept streaming down.

Nangong Yue heard that, his heart gave a thump.

I really caused trouble this time!

Someone who can make the Heavenly Martial Hall's Hall Master treat him as an honored guest has limitless potential!

Nangong Zhao also regretted it to death!

Why was I so impulsive back then, not investigating Lin Yang, and just mocked him there?

If this isn't handled well, I could really be kicked out of the genealogy.

Nangong Zhao asked cautiously.

"Xue'er, do you see any room for maneuver in this matter?"

Looking at her second uncle, Nangong Xue gave a cold snort.

"Now you're thinking about room for maneuver? If you had listened to me earlier, would this have happened?"

Having said that, she ran out of the private room.

Seeing Nangong Xue run out, Nangong Zhao snorted.

"Really insolent, I'm an elder after all, yet you speak to me like this."

"This matter, I..."

Saying that, he dared not bring it up again.

He originally wanted to say, after going back tell his second older brother.

How rebellious Nangong Xue is.

But if today's matter lets my second older brother know...

He might, in anger, kick me out of the genealogy.

"Big sis, you need to help me with this matter."

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment and said.

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way for this matter."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll have the Hou family step in; I don't believe he wouldn't buy the Hou family's account!"

Upon hearing Nangong Yue's words, Nangong Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In another private room, Lin Yang followed Lei Bao inside, instantly attracting many gazes.

"Eh, isn't that Ding Biao? What are you doing here?"

"Do you know the Hall Master?"

Ding Biao, upon hearing that, looked toward the speaker.

The speaker had white-speckled hair, but a ruddy complexion, and spoke with great vigor.

Looking at the old man, Ding Biao let out an exclamation.

"Elder Ren!"

Ren Jun nodded his head and said to Ding Biao.

"I didn't expect you still have this connection; looks like I'll have a seat beside you."

The old man beside him also nodded and said.

"Come, have a seat."

Looking at the two people beside Ren Jun, Ding Biao broke out in a cold sweat.

The three Grand Elders of the Xuánmén (Mysterious Gate) Association are all here; it's truly rare.

Ding Biao hesitated a moment, then turned his gaze toward Lin Yang.

Lin Yang revealed a smile and said.

"Go."

With Lin Yang's words, Ding Biao dared to sit over.

Lei Bao took all of this in.

It seems Ding Biao has been completely won over by Lin Yang.

In Ding Biao's heart, Lin Yang's status is very high.

This action naturally fell into the eyes of the three elders.

They couldn't help but frown.

Ren Jun frowned, glanced at Lin Yang, then said to Lei Bao.

"Hall Master Lei, is this your relative?"

Lei Bao hastily shook his head and said: "This definitely isn't!"

"Let me introduce him to everyone; his name is Lin Yang, from the southwest."

Upon hearing Lin Yang was from the southwest, Ren Jun said with a hint of disdain.

"So you're from the southwest, are you from the Heavenly Martial Hall of the southwest?"

"People from the southwest aren't that capable; this guy looks frail, yet he even waves."

Looking at the hostile Ren Jun, Lei Bao said with a half-smile.

"Elder Ren, Mr. Lin is not someone from our Heavenly Martial Hall."

"It's not that he can't enter; it's that people look down on him. He is, after all, a person of the Xuánmén."

"Xuánmén Person?"

Ren Jun snorted coldly and said, "Nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can call themselves Xuánmén people?"

"Hall Master Lei, you wouldn't have been deceived, would you?"

Lei Bao laughed, "I won't be deceived; Mr. Lin is indeed a Xuánmén person."

"Speaking of which, you could also be considered fellow disciples."

Lei Bao's words made Ren Jun feel that he was being insulted!

"Lin Yang, a young junior, is he even worthy to be my fellow disciple?"

He gave a cold snort and said, "Him? Worthy?"

"It's not that I look down on him; people like him can only be called Xuánmén people in the southwest."

"If it were in Jinling, they wouldn't even be able to get past the gate of our association."

Lin Yang gave a slight smile and said, "Yeah, after all, getting into your association requires money."

"Some broken junk can still sell for thousands or even millions."

Ren Jun's face darkened as he looked at Lin Yang and said.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What does that mean?"

Lin Yang looked at him and said, "Do you really need me to spell it out so clearly?"

"In my eyes, the people of the Jinling Xuánmén Association are all trash."

Ren Jun slammed the table and looked at Lin Yang, saying.

"Bold! You dare to insult our association—I see you're asking for death!"

The other two also stood up, their faces grim as they looked at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang, however, showed no fear; he smiled and said to Ren Jun.

"Have I said something wrong? You lot are trash."

Ren Jun, insulted again, was so angry he was about to flip the table and attack.

As he raised his hand, Lei Bao pressed one hand on the table and stared at Ren Jun.

"Elder Ren, today is a gathering of our Heavenly Martial Hall and the Xuánmén Association—are you trying to turn against us?"

Seeing Lei Bao's grim expression, Ren Jun snorted.

The bald old man beside them showed a smile and said.

"Hall Master Lei, don't be angry; we're not targeting you."

"It's because this junior is too arrogant and overbearing that Elder Ren got angry."

"I'll pour a cup of wine to apologize to you."

Seeing the bald old man drink the cup in one gulp, Lei Bao's expression improved a little.

He said, "Elder Ren, today everyone here is a person of status; fighting would be unsightly."

"If you really want to vent your anger, why not switch to a literary duel instead?"

"A literary duel?"

After hearing that, Ren Jun pondered for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Fine, then as Hall Master Lei said, let's have a literary duel."

He gave Lin Yang a provocative look and said.

"Young man, do you dare to engage in a literary duel?"

Lin Yang laughed and said, "How do you want to conduct the literary duel?"

Ren Jun snorted coldly and said, "Like this, we'll compare our control of spiritual power."

"Later I'll pour ten cups of wine; each time I must control at least three cups. As long as it's more than three, however many cups I control, the other side controls that many."

"Compare control of spiritual power?"

Ding Biao heard this, his face odd—this isn't just giving it away?

"How profound Lin Yang's spiritual power is, how exquisite his control—he also knows a bit about it."

"How much stronger could these elders of mine be compared to me?"

"Challenging Lin Yang like this—what is it if not giving him an easy win?"

Ren Jun stood up, looked at Lin Yang with smug satisfaction, and said.

"Like this, I'll let you go first; when you can't control the cups anymore, it'll be my turn."

Lin Yang heard this, smiled, and said, "You're sure?"

"Of course, this old man has a decent capacity for drink!"

Lin Yang laughed and said, "What if you can't drink that stuff?"

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Behind me are three elders, plus Ding Biao."

"We're a total of five; do you think your spiritual power can control that many cups?"

Ding Biao was about to cry, "Why are you showing off and dragging yourself into this?"