Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"Senior Brother, are you going to form a contract with Senior Brother Liu?" Wu Feipeng handed a document to Lu Wensheng and asked in a low voice as if casually, but his tone was a little cautious and tentative.

Lu Wensheng paused his writing hand, and the ink spread out into a small dot on the paper.

He looked up in surprise: "How did you know that?"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up ripples. The disciples of the Discipline Hall, who seemed to be busy with their official business but had actually pricked up their ears, suddenly gathered around like a tide, talking in a flurry, their eyes bright with astonishing brightness.

"Wow! Is this true? Senior brother, you actually kept such a big thing a secret so tightly!" A round-faced disciple widened his eyes with an exaggerated expression.

"Yes, yes! Tell us quickly, which day is it? So we can prepare in advance!" Another tall disciple rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Such a big deal! Should our Discipline Hall prepare a dowry or a betrothal gift?" A quick-witted disciple raised the key question with sparkling eyes, triggering a new round of heated discussion.

"Oh, never mind. I've already prepared the money for the gift! This is the most important event for our Wenxian Sect!"

"When will the Bonding Ceremony be held? Where will it be held? Do we need to start preparing the venue now?"

"It's going to be a big scene, right? Can you invite more people?"

"I was wondering if the atmosphere in the sect had been strange lately! Turns out it's such a happy event! Is Tang He so clever this time? Did he really find out something incredible?"

Lu Wensheng was overwhelmed by this sudden enthusiasm and was a little overwhelmed.

He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze instantly locked onto the person not far away who, seeing that the matter had been exposed, was shrinking his neck and trying to slip away on tiptoe: "Tang - He -"

Tang He, who was named, stiffened for a moment. He then turned around, scratched his head, and gave his signature, somewhat innocent yet barely concealed, smug grin, "Captain, I, I was just guessing... Two days ago, when I went to report to Elder Jun on some matters, she was unusually distracted. She stared blankly at the jade mirror, her brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

I moved closer... and accidentally glanced at her, and saw a post on her screen asking what she thought about you and Senior Brother Liu being together... and then an idea flashed in my mind!

Haven't you two been together for a long time? Elder Jun's reaction must be more complicated—perhaps they're about to form a bond, and she's just hesitant? ...I just casually told them about my 'maybe'."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, but his eyes were blinking, full of anticipation of "please praise me for being smart".

So, was it true or false? For a moment, all the disciples who had gathered around, including Wu Feipeng, focused their gazes once again on Lu Wensheng's face, their scorching gazes nearly burning a hole through him.

Lu Wensheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: This is the episode where Tang He's IQ is at its highest.

So, is it true or not?! Suddenly, the eyes of all the surrounding disciples, including Wu Feipeng, lit up like searchlights, staring intently at Lu Wensheng, holding their breath and waiting for the answer.

Facing so many eyes filled with curiosity and blessings (as well as a thick layer of gossip), Lu Wensheng felt a rare sense of embarrassment. He turned his head away unnaturally, a faint blush creeping up the tips of his ears. He subconsciously tried to avoid this overly straightforward question: "...Why are you all so gossipy? You'll know when the time comes."

However, his ambiguous response and that rare expression of embarrassment seemed to be a disguised admission to his disciples!

"oh--!!!"

Everyone immediately understood, and they cheered loudly, their faces lit up with knowing, even "weird" smiles of excitement. Many people eagerly lowered their heads, their fingers rapidly operating on the jade mirrors, determined to share this first-hand explosive news.

Lu Wensheng's eyelids twitched as he looked at these disciples who instantly entered a "carnival" state.

Not long after, he sensed several familiar and powerful auras appearing outside the Discipline Hall, each of them poking their heads out, trying to get first-hand information.

One or two of them... have nothing to do? Is whether he forms a pact or not really that appealing? He held his forehead in frustration, his eyes flicking towards the group of Discipline Hall disciples whose faces were filled with "I'm not saying this, but I'm glad" expressions. At this time, their efficiency in conveying information was incredibly high.

Feeling the leader's "death gaze", the disciples immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Some looked up to study the patterns on the beams, while others lowered their heads to carefully wipe their already spotless swords. All of them were too guilty to dare to look him in the eye, but in their hearts they were shouting wildly: Who can resist sharing such a shocking piece of news!

So Lu Wensheng had no choice but to watch helplessly as all his acquaintances gathered together.

Ji Yanli still had that cold look on his face, standing not far away with a sword in his arms, and just nodded slightly. But if you look closely, you can see a very faint, almost imperceptible trace of inquiry deep in his eyes - I didn't expect that Ji Yanli would be so gossipy.

Yan Zhaoming brushed his bangs in front of him, determined to show off his "literary talent," and squeezed to the front, shouting excitedly, "Oh my! This is a match made in heaven, a harmonious melody, auspicious dragon and phoenix, a joyous occasion! Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lu! When will we have the wedding night, the ceremony of passing the imperial examination... er, no, the feast to seal the marriage?"

Although the idioms are used in a mess, the enthusiasm is real.

Song Wen, holding a grass stem in his mouth, was obviously there to watch the fun and eat melons. He grinned and fanned the flames: "That's right, Junior Brother, tell us something so that the brothers can support you!"

Zhang Zhixu glanced at him: They are making a pact, not fighting, why are you trying to save face?

Jiang Jinyue's voice arrived before he even showed up. His clear voice carried complete confidence: "I knew it! I saw it a long time ago! Hahahaha!"

Jiang Caixue couldn't contain her excitement.

Qin Xiao was called over with a confused look on his face. He looked around and then realized what was going on and widened his eyes: "Ah? A contract? Who with whom? Lu Wensheng and Liu Jiqian?!" He was more than half a beat slow to react.

Yan Qingshu stood together with Ning Rongrong, Xun Ruo and several other familiar female cultivators, their eyes bright astonishingly, with uncontrollable sweet smiles of "happiness" on their faces. They exchanged "you know" looks with each other and were almost ready to take out the photo stones to record this historic moment.

A group of female cultivators who had rushed over after hearing the news gathered together, looking at Lu Wensheng who was surrounded in the middle and Liu Jiqian who was rushing over after hearing the news from a distance, and all of them showed their tacit and extremely relieved "auntie smiles".

Unlike the other team members who were just watching the fun, Wang Yanzhi bit his handkerchief in anger, his eyes red as he muttered, "Liu Jiqian is trying to get ahead of himself."

The sourness and dissatisfaction in his tone almost solidified into substance, as if a priceless treasure that he had carefully nurtured for many years had been easily taken away by an outsider, and that person was so outstanding that he could not find any flaws, so he could only sulk by himself.

Yu Shuoyang, who was standing by, looked at Wang Yanzhi's rare and genuine look of "only fans breaking down", pursed his lips hard, but his shoulders couldn't help shaking slightly, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter.

He was careful not to laugh out loud, but the curled corners of his eyes and the twitching corners of his mouth had already betrayed him.