The Li Family's Education, Wang Anfeng's True Face

The voice, though aged, was extremely powerful, resonating with a dense, continuous echo that only dissipated after a while, clearly indicating considerable internal force. Wang Anfeng tilted his head slightly, looking towards the main seat ahead. Ever since arriving at the foot of the mountain that morning, he had become quite curious about the Manor Lord of Willow Catkin Villa.

The vast Willow Catkin Villa was filled with the air of sudden wealth after prolonged poverty.

He couldn't understand why an old man who had endured so many years in his youth and lived to be eighty would still be unable to see through these superficial things.

As an elder of over eighty years, everyone rose to greet him. However, it wasn't the old man who walked towards them, but rather a group of young, refined individuals, about thirteen or fourteen in number. Following them were several middle-aged men, each exuding a sense of composure. Finally, an ancient man with a face full of wrinkles and snow-white hair arrived, his left arm around a beautiful, charming woman, and his right arm holding the arm of a handsome middle-aged man. They seemed to be discussing something amusing, erupting into laughter, their brows furrowed together, looking utterly vulgar and disgusting.

As they reached the center, the elegant youths lined up on both sides, attending to the old man as he took his seat in the main position. The charming beauty then collapsed into the old man's embrace as if boneless, her eyes and brows exuding a seductive charm that seemed to flow like water, causing the old man to burst into laughter again. The handsome man beside him stood up, but the old man pulled him back, saying:

"Ziyang, where are you going? Hahaha, back in the day, your grandfather and I roamed the jianghu together. Sit down, I'm in a good mood today, so you'll sit with me and watch my immortal-like prodigies."

Xu Ziyang, unable to refuse him, could only sit down with a wry smile. He saw Wang Anfeng below and smiled, nodding slightly. Wang Anfeng also cupped his fist in return. At this moment, the old man had already raised the wine goblet in his hand and said to the young men from the noble families below:

"Heaven and Earth are a transient journey, time is a passerby. I am eighty-three years old this year, who knows how many more springs and autumns I have left? But today, seeing the bright moon hanging high, with fine wine by my side, and all you youths so handsome, hahaha, even I, a half-ghost guest, feel a surge of vitality. Everyone, there is fine wine and good liquor on your tables, please drink freely. And these many delicacies are also greatly beneficial for cultivation, so please don't be shy."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and drained the entire goblet in one gulp, his demeanor still quite bold, drawing surprised glances. After finishing the wine, he chuckled again: "The wise scholars of old used poetry and music to accompany their wine. I, though untalented, have written a poem. Esteemed nephews, please offer your critique."

The crowd below was slightly taken aback, but seeing that the old man wasn't joking, he pursed his lips, tensing his face in an attempt to appear scholarly. However, to those below, he only looked pretentious and melancholic. He then hoarsely chanted:

"A lonely city sees no heavenly mist, drunk, I seek tavern wine in the night rain. Beneath True Lord Hall, the cold spring water, where is Old He, the stabilizer of the mind, now? Recovering my spirit, taking medicine, a heart full of longing like scattered clouds. The Great Dao is inherently difficult for man to comprehend, better to return to the old Green Mountain."

The mute subconsciously smacked his lips, then felt that it didn't fit the image of an elder scholar, stopped his action, shook his head, and laughed heartily: "Esteemed nephews, drink your wine, drink your wine, don't mind this old man!"

Everyone thanked him and took their seats. Wang Anfeng said with some surprise:

"This Senior Liu can actually compose poetry?"

Xiahou Xuan sneered beside him and said, "The Great Dao is inherently difficult for man to comprehend, better to return to the old Green Mountain. This kind of hermit's state of mind, look at that old man up there hugging the beauty, how could he have written it? I suspect he paid a mediocre scholar to write him a poem to save face."

Huangfu Xiong, taking a sip of the fine wine, also chimed in with a low laugh:

"Look at him, his descendants piled up like a heap, and he's still the Manor Lord at over eighty. It's clear he couldn't have written this. Let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it. The wine here is indeed excellent, a lot of effort went into it. The dishes are also very exquisite, haha, I can eat my fill."

Xiahou Xuan, uncharacteristically, did not retort and nodded slightly:

"No less than Lou Wai Lou."

Hearing this, Wang Anfeng's stomach rumbled. He had only eaten a little that morning and was already ravenously hungry. He picked up some dishes and put them in his mouth, finding them to be soft and tender. Despite being meat, they were incredibly refreshing. He ate many before finally putting down his chopsticks. A warmth seemed to spread through his abdomen, and the circulation of his One Zen Skill even seemed to quicken slightly.

Just then, a fragrance drifted over from the side, somewhat like fruit and flowers, yet unidentifiable. It seemed to contain countless variations, making one feel as if they were falling into a sea of blossoms. Looking over, he saw that the wine goblets in the hands of the Xiahou and Huangfu families contained amber-like liquid, from which such an alluring aroma rose. Wang Anfeng felt a strong desire and turned to look at the wine pot on his own table, his appetite whetted.

What if I have a drink?!

If it's just one sip, will Master not mind?

A thought flickered, and he reached out to touch the wine pot. The surface felt slightly cool, sending a shiver through the young man, whose body was already warm from the medicinal cuisine. His mind instinctively recalled Uncle Li, who had vaguely tried to write a marriage contract with him. His body trembled, and he retracted his hand by an inch, thinking:

"This thing is good, but it can make people lose their minds. It's better to listen to Master and not touch it."

"Otherwise, what if I lose control and say something?

He immediately withdrew his hand from the wine pot and focused on eating the dishes, not even glancing at the fine wine. While eating, he casually chatted with the two youths beside him. As the bright moon gradually descended towards the center of the courtyard, Huangfu Xiong finished even the pot of wine on his table. Seemingly a little drunk, he leaned on the table and staggered to his feet, laughing:

"Brothers, let's... let's head back first. We'll meet again tomorrow..."

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Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, it's like..."

Plop!

Before he could finish his sentence, the smile on Huangfu Xiong's face froze, and he fell directly onto the table. Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, thinking he had simply gotten drunk. But at that moment, the other young men from the noble families also began to collapse onto their tables one by one. Xiahou Xuan staggered but managed to maintain a sliver of clarity, propping himself up with one hand on the table, large drops of cold sweat beading on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Poison?!"

"How is that possible? I checked, the wine and food were fine..."

"Hahaha, the Xiahou family's lineage is built on music, but they also have some skill in the lower arts. How could I be so foolish? The wine is good wine, it's Heavenly Mountain Snow River Child. I added Mysterious Yin Three-Inch Ginseng to the wine and meat, which can aid in the Daoist refinement of essence into qi. When combined, it's a top-tier item called 'No Return on the Road.' What do you think, Young Master Xiahou?"

The aged voice boomed with laughter, rolling in. Xiahou Xuan's face grew even paler. Over there, Xu Ziyang, dressed in white, suddenly stood up but was pulled back down by the old man. He swayed and, unable to support himself, collapsed onto the table. Seeing the pile of limp noble disciples, he struggled and roared:

"What do you want?! Liu Wuqiu!"

"Hahaha, what do I want? As the Left Emissary of my Four Symbols Pavilion branch, what else can I do?"

"You insolent cur! The young masters of the Xiahou and Huangfu Noble Families are here, don't think you can be so arrogant!"

"Hahaha, precisely because the two young masters are here, I treated them to good wine and food, so as to avoid alarming the experts left in the county town by the two young masters!"

Liu Wuqiu threw his head back and laughed, his white hair flying wildly. Like a demon, the mention of the Four Symbols Pavilion instantly turned Xu Ziyang's face ashen. The old man straightened his robes and waved for his descendants to bind everyone, then cupped his hands towards the distance and shouted:

"We welcome the Altar Master!"

His voice echoed into the distance. Liu Wuqiu, in his wide robes and loose belt, his white hair flying, the moonlight casting shadows on his wrinkled face, looked unspeakably cold and terrifying. Although their bodies were weak, most of the crowd were still conscious, their faces growing paler. For a moment, it was as if they had fallen into a netherworld of ghosts, the atmosphere oppressive, instinctively making their hearts tremble.

Just then, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly erupted. In the chaos, with Xiahou Xuan drawing everyone's attention, the handsome young man who had brought the ropes had not noticed that he had not been incapacitated. He was still laughing: "Brother Wang, it was I who sent you the invitation before. I didn't expect that today, I would be the one to take you away."

Before his voice had finished, a figure suddenly lunged. His face stiffened, and he instinctively dodged backward. But Wang Anfeng, in front of him, swept his right hand, drawing the long sword from the table. With a powerful thrust, there was no change in technique, only the pursuit of extreme power and sharpness. The Dragon Roaming Moon Gazing Sword flashed with a cold glint, piercing straight into the young man's heart.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted to an extremely dangerous size, his heart pounding to its limit. In his ears, faint sounds of thunderous rage echoed, and the words from the stories Uncle Li had told him in the past resonated like spring thunder, deafening and impactful!

Tried to slay the tiger, but ended up harmed by it!

Fight to the death, no holding back!

Either the enemy dies, or I die!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with almost no hesitation, Wang Anfeng suddenly drew his sword and then sheathed it. Twisting his waist, the sword's cold edge cut across the youth's throat. A line of blood spurted out, and the youth fell to the ground with a scream. Wang Anfeng sprang up, grabbing Xiahou Xuan with one hand and Huangfu Xiong with the other, leaping out. His blood burned hot, but his mind was clearer than ever.

Although there were many enemies now, they were scattered across the arena. The strongest among them were still welcoming the Altar Master and would not be able to go all out!

Given the gravity of the situation, few would know of this.

He immediately exerted his strength and sprinted. After drinking Xiahou Xuan's clear tea and consuming Willow Catkin Villa's medicinal cuisine, his internal force was now abundant. He charged out like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. The surrounding noble family disciples cried out for help as they saw him. Some maidens pleaded tenderly, others tried to tempt him with rewards. Among them were even those who were genuinely sincere, but Wang Anfeng, who had previously acted like a perfect gentleman, was now chillingly indifferent. He didn't even glance at them, rushing straight into the forest.

Liu Wuqiu's expression changed drastically. He let out an angry roar and struck Wang Anfeng's back with a palm strike from a distance, only to exclaim in shock:

"Qi-Protecting Armor?!"

At this moment, Wang Anfeng, using the force of that palm strike, charged into the forest like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. His decisiveness in striking and his swift escape were astonishing. In an instant, he had seized a glimmer of hope and broken free.