Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The martial arts exercises are in full swing.

On stage was a young man with a melon-shaped haircut, Liao Tianlin, who belonged to the Jiyun Society. His gesture of pointing east and west drew cheers from many people.

Moreover, the power with which he ejected the steel balls was quite impressive, reminiscent of the outstanding figures of the older generation in their youth.

Zhang Yan took a handful of melon seeds from Zhang Zhiwei and squatted down to watch the fun, occasionally cheering. He then spoke up.

"Brother Zhiwei, give me some melon seeds, you won't have time to eat them later."

"What?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Yan with suspicion, only to see Zhang Yan just smile and take most of the melon seeds from his hand.

After Liao Tianlin finished his performance, everyone was quite satisfied, and the birthday celebrant, Grandpa Lu, cheered continuously, but it always felt like he was still expecting something.

Finally, just as Lu Jin was about to perform, the old man couldn't wait any longer and poked the ground hard with his cane.

"Lu Xuan, didn't you say you'd arrange sparring yesterday? It's good to be alone, but it's not lively. When are we going to spar?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan realized that the old man really enjoyed making things worse, so he quickly chimed in.

"Uncle, please say a few words. You know I love to make things worse, so I didn't tell you last night."

The old man laughed and said, "Haha, I'm happy to see the young people so energetic. Let's just play a game and not hurt each other's feelings."

Lu Jin, who was about to go on stage, looked at his old master and said.

"Oh? From what the old man is saying, you want to find me someone to lend a hand?"

Just as the group of bigwigs nodded, a voice came from the crowd.

"I come!"

Then, a group of young men with two topknots and wearing red short-sleeved shirts filed out.

"Feng Ping of Huode Sect, please help out your young master Lu!"

"You little beast, what are you doing out here, embarrassing yourself? Go back home."

At this moment, Master Chu, Fengping's master, was furious when he saw his foolish disciple standing up for him.

"Don't you always say that when you meet someone who is truly knowledgeable, you should humbly learn from them?"

Feng Ping smiled and pointed at Lu Jin.

"Who in our generation doesn't know that Young Master Lu is a remarkable person? I'm just following your advice!"

"Are you trying to rebel?"

Master Chu felt his blood pressure rise.

"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, it's just a child playing around, it's alright."

The head of the Wang family pulled Master Chu back to the stands.

As soon as Master Chu sat down, Feng Ping was knocked off the stage by Lu Jin.

"Fengping, your Huode Sect has to set fires, otherwise how can you win?"

Zhang Yan, always eager for a good show, egged them on.

"Who's talking nonsense? I can tell as soon as I make a move. Even if I set fire to it, it won't work."

Fengping's words drew a burst of laughter from everyone, and Fengping also laughed along without a care in the world.

"Ugh, that little bastard..."

Master Chu patted his bald head, looking utterly helpless.

Just then, a fat man came on stage. He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wore glasses, giving the impression that beneath his refined appearance lay a fierce nature.

After he went on stage, he announced his name and asked a question.

"Yanwu Hall, Liu Deshui, Young Master Lu, do you still remember me?"

Zhang Yan sighed. He figured Liu Deshui was probably thinking, "Don't underestimate a young man's potential," but unfortunately, he couldn't have it today.

Others may not know, but Zhang Yan is aware of the entanglement between the two.

Seven or eight years ago, Lu Jin and Liu Deshui went to the Sanyi Sect to become disciples. Zuo Ruotong tested them and found that Liu Deshui was not suitable for cultivating the Reverse Life Triple Realm. In order not to delay the child, they sent him to the Yanwu Hall.

But Liu Deshui didn't think so. He knelt at the Sanyi Gate for three days but couldn't get in, while Lu Jin entered easily. He had suffered a lot over the years to prove himself.

Now that he has this opportunity, Liu Deshui will naturally not hold back.

The battle was extremely fierce. Liu Deshui, who would later become one of the Thirty-Six Bandits, was naturally very skilled, but he was still no match for Lu Jin and was defeated.

The crowd cheered. Zuo Ruotong looked at Liu Deshui's dejected figure and wanted to tell him the reason, but due to the occasion, she could only sigh inwardly.

Zhang Yan walked up to Liu Deshui, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Brother Liu, after the show, go find Master Zuo, and your knot in your heart will be untied."

Liu Deshui was taken aback. He turned to look at Zuo Ruotong and found that Master Zuo was also looking at him and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhang Yan responded with a smile, returned to Zhang Zhiwei's side, snatched all the sunflower seeds from his hand, and said.

"It's probably your turn to go on stage. Hurry up and come down, or I won't leave you a single one."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the old Celestial Master's calm voice rang out.

"Zhiwei!"

"Accompany Young Master Lu to practice for the elders."

Surrounded by onlookers, Zhang Zhiwei slowly stepped forward and began to speak.

"Yes, sir."

Looking at the tall man in front of him, Lu Jin understood that the fact that the Celestial Master's Mansion had bestowed the surname "Mao" meant that this person might be the future Celestial Master, so he became even more cautious.

however.

"Snapped!"

a slap.

Lu Jin staggered forward a few steps, still dazed, and lost the match.

"I....."

Lu Jin felt increasingly wronged, but still stubbornly admitted defeat.

"Master, don't blame Senior Brother Zhang, I'm fine."

"Grandpa, Father, I'm really alright. Don't worry. I understand the saying that there's always someone better."

"Thank you, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Zhang... Wow."

"I didn't take it to heart...wow."

Old Master Lu laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face, and then spoke.

“My precious grandson, he was beaten and cried, but he’s still trying to hold on.”

Everyone was holding back their laughter, but when the old man laughed, everyone dropped their pretenses and burst into laughter.

"Father, Grandfather, I...I'm going to change my clothes."

Lu Jin couldn't stand the sight and immediately covered her face and went to the backyard.

Zhang Yan was laughing so hard he wanted to record the whole thing.

Memorable scene +1

However, Zhang Zhiwei remained standing on the stage, not coming down, but instead turned his gaze to a corner.

While giving Zhang Zhiwei a thumbs-up, Zhang Yan ate sunflower seeds until everyone's eyes turned to him, and then he realized something was wrong.

"What does this mean? Is this a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion inviting him to spar?"

"Isn't he from the Celestial Master's Mansion? What, is he asking his fellow disciples to spar?"

"Who said he was from the Celestial Master's Mansion? When we were drinking together, he said he wasn't."

"Yes, I've heard about it too. This Zhang Yan has no affiliation with any sect and hasn't been in the world of supernatural beings for very long."

"Wild Mao Mountain? Interesting."

As everyone was discussing the matter, Zhang Zhiwei spoke up.

"Brother Zhang Yan, shall we have some fun?"

Upon hearing this, the scions of various prominent families were all in an uproar.

Just how skilled is this Zhang Yan, a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion who invited a member of the Wild Mao Mountain sect to spar?

When Zhang Zhiwei spoke, Zhang Yan looked at the group of bigwigs on the high platform.

Neither the old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing nor the head of the Sanyi Sect, Zuo Ruotong, objected; instead, they both looked expectant.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zhang Yan had no choice but to slowly walk onto the stage and bow to the group of bigwigs.

"This humble one, Zhang Yan, greets all the elders."

He turned to Zhang Zhiwei and said.

"Brother Zhiwei, please."