Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Cai Qingyan, Yue Qingxiao, Feng Qingyang.

The three great masters of Mount Hua gathered together

Not only was Ning Zhongze tense, but Cai Ling Shuang and the other Sword Sect disciples who came with her also unconsciously held their breath and kept quiet.

Everyone felt as if they were in the eye of a storm about to break, not daring to even breathe loudly, standing obediently in the corner without uttering a word.

however--

Gu Changfeng, however, took a step forward at the most inopportune moment, his face beaming with smiles.

"I've heard that the Cloud Mist Tea grown by Uncle Cai himself is a rare and exquisite product. I am unworthy to offer myself, but may I perhaps have a cup to try?"

Master Zixiao glanced sideways, his expression neither pleased nor angry: "You must not be rude in front of your Uncle Cai and Uncle Feng."

Cai Qingyan smiled and waved his hand, his tone gentle: "Senior Brother Yue, you flatter me. Changfeng, if you're interested, why don't you sit down and have some tea with me?"

"Thank you, Uncle Cai."

Gu Changfeng cupped his hands in greeting and sat down without any ceremony, acting as if it were only natural for the Sword Sect Master to personally brew tea for him.

This?

Ning Zhongze blinked, looking somewhat confused.

Wasn't the second senior brother here to apologize and make amends?

Why do they look more like guests?

She muttered to herself, and couldn't help but admire Gu Changfeng's style of doing things even more.

Gu Changfeng picked up his teacup, took a small sip, smacked his lips, and frowned, saying, "Um, besides the bitterness, I can't taste anything else..."

Master Zixiao looked disgusted: "This is truly a waste of talent, like a cow chewing on a peony."

Cai Qingyan smiled without saying a word, lightly tapping the tea lid with his fingers, seemingly unconcerned about Gu Changfeng's comments.

Instead, Feng Qingyang laughed heartily, his words filled with approval: "I quite admire Changfeng's personality; he's genuine and unpretentious."

Master Zixiao didn't say much, but coughed lightly and said, "Changfeng, you've had your tea. Why don't you apologize to your Uncle Cai for your rudeness a few days ago?"

Cai Qingyan naturally knew what was going on, and his expression remained calm: "Senior Brother Yue, you're exaggerating. It's perfectly normal for children to play around like this."

As he spoke, he beckoned to Cai Ling Shuang, "Ling Shuang, come here quickly. Your master-uncle-brother-in-law came specifically for this matter, so hurry up and thank him..."

Cai Ling Shuang took a light breath, walked forward lightly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Yue. In martial arts competitions between disciples, victory and defeat are inevitable. We will learn from our mistakes and practice diligently in the future."

They can take things on and let them go; they have a good temperament!

Just as Master Zixiao was about to offer some praise, his wayward disciple slammed his hand on the table and interrupted, "Excellent! As expected of the Sword Sect's Holy Maiden! Truly a woman who rivals any man..."

A hint of shyness appeared on Cai Ling Shuang's cold face as she retorted, "What saint or saintess? Don't give me any titles like that. I'm not one."

Feng Qingyang chuckled and said, "With the prestige of our Ling Shuang, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a 'Holy Maiden'."

Cai Ling Shuang said shyly, "Uncle Feng, why are you talking nonsense with him too?"

Feng Qingyang continued, "Actually, I'm more interested in something else..."

He paused, then looked at Gu Changfeng: "I heard you're trying to arrange a marriage between Ling Shuang and Buqun? But Buqun is a scholar, not interested in martial arts, and is destined to be a high-ranking official. He's not a good match for our Sword Sect's Holy Maiden, so..."

Feng Qingyang changed the subject, his tone playful: "I think the 'Qi Sect Saint Son' is not bad. Although he is a bit young, he is barely worthy of our Sword Sect Saintess."

At this point, he looked at the two sect leaders beside him and asked, "Senior Brother Cai, Senior Brother Yue, what do you think?"

Daoist Zixiao and Cai Qingyan exchanged a glance and both smiled slightly.

"I have no objection," Zixiao Daoist Yan spoke first, his tone indifferent.

"If they're willing, I have no objection," Cai Qingyan added, his expression calm and indifferent.

However, just as the two finished speaking—

"no."

"no."

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously, their tones resolute.

The air froze for a moment.

Gu Changfeng and Cai Lingshuang looked at each other, then turned their heads away at the same time, as if neither of them wanted to see the other again.

Feng Qingyang chuckled lightly: "You two are quite in sync."

Cai Ling Shuang glared fiercely at Gu Chang Feng, inwardly furious: "I said no, fine, but how dare you look down on me?"

Gu Changfeng had no idea what she was thinking. He turned around, pulled Ning Zhongze in front of him, and said with a smile, "Uncle Cai, Uncle Feng, let me introduce you. This is my master's new disciple, Ning Zhongze."

Feng Qingyang's eyes brightened slightly, and he said with a teasing smile, "Oh? She's your destined wife?"

Uh--

Ning Zhongze felt her cheeks burning, as if they were being roasted by fire.

This was clearly a matter of the second brother apologizing, so how did it develop into a situation reminiscent of "an ugly daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws"?

She finally realized that her master's words yesterday, "It has spread throughout the whole mountain, and everyone knows it," were not a joke.

But she still managed to remain calm, bowing slightly to Cai Qingyan and Feng Qingyang, her voice light and cheerful: "Ning Zhongze greets Uncle Cai and Uncle Feng."

"Excellent, Senior Brother Yue has a good eye..."

"Brother Yue, congratulations! You've taken on another exceptionally talented disciple."

Gu Changfeng chimed in, "My two senior uncles, don't just offer empty praise. Give me something concrete, like some Sword Sect secret technique, or the Dugu Nine Swords or something..."

Ning Zhongze: "..."

She was already quite surprised when Gu Changfeng robbed the Qi Sect members in the Ancestral Hall.

Now Gu Changfeng has actually robbed the Sword Sect Master and the number one expert of Mount Hua.

As expected of the second senior brother!

Master Zixiao shouted sternly, "Changfeng, you've gone too far!"

Cai Qingyan waved his hand and smiled, "Since he is Senior Brother Yue's newly accepted disciple, I, as his senior uncle, should indeed do something to show my appreciation. Well, I recently comprehended a sword technique, so I'll pass it on to Junior Nephew Ning as a gift."

He finished speaking.

Cai Qingyan entered the courtyard, glanced at the crowd around him, and said, "You all take a good look too..."

He immediately raised his hand and swung his sword.

This sword strike was just an ordinary straight thrust, seemingly unremarkable, but in reality, it was extremely fast, so fast that it was dazzling, so fast that it seemed as if time itself stood still for a moment.

Cai Qingyan sheathed his sword, looked at Gu Changfeng and Cai Lingshuang, and asked, "Changfeng, Lingshuang, did you two understand?"

Cai Ling Shuang nodded and said, "I understand a little, but speed is key."

Cai Qingyan sighed, slightly disappointed.

Gu Changfeng was also somewhat disappointed. He had expected the "Three Deadly Immortal Swords in a Row," but it turned out to be "Peerless and Unmatched, Ning Family's Single Sword"...

He curled his lip and said, "Uncle Cai, you're bullying me. Your sword strike was powerful and contained your mastery of Huashan internal energy and swordsmanship. If your skill isn't up to par, it's just empty form."

Cai Qingyan's expression hardened, and he couldn't help but glance at Gu Changfeng a few more times before smiling and saying, "Senior Brother Yue, what good fortune! Now that Changfeng has understood it, you should pass it on to Junior Nephew Ning!"

He then returned to the stone table and slowly sat down.

Gu Changfeng turned his gaze and stared intently at Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but smile: "Wanting to learn my 'Nine Swords of Dugu' isn't impossible..."