While Zi Wuji was still struggling with the dilemma, Xuanxiao had already swaggered into the Ye Family's main hall and said, "Enough. I've already come, so I'll skip the tea. Ye Mingxuan, hurry up and have that unlucky granddaughter of yours cancel her martial competition for a spouse. What does it mean that everyone keeps coming to fight me? My place is a Medical Hall."
Ye Mingxuan coughed and said, "Ahem, well, physician, we're just sending business your way. I refuse to believe that when people come to your door, you don't fight them, treat them after beating them, and charge them for the treatment."
Xuanxiao chuckled. "I fought them, treated them, and charged them. So what? I find it troublesome. They're not allowed to come anymore."
Ye Mingxuan threw his head back and laughed. "Experts from every corner, get ready. This is that physician. He has come to you. One person a day—whoever defeats him gets to marry my granddaughter."
Xuanxiao was speechless for a moment. "Then your granddaughter is never getting married. Among the younger generation, not a single one of them has any chance of defeating me."
As soon as he said this, someone immediately objected. A middle-aged man in green robes burst out laughing. "You're just a physician, yet you really think you're some peerless expert? Come, come, young master will fight you."
Xuanxiao chuckled. "Let's go. We'll meet in the martial arena. Tell me, what's your cultivation level? I'll see whether you're worthy of fighting me."
The young man chuckled. "The Ye Family's Green Lotus Swordsman, Ye Xiao, at the peak of the Heavenly Human realm. You mainly study medicine. Surely you can't be stronger than me, can you?"
Xuanxiao rubbed his chin. "Sorry, but you're doomed to lose. Come on, let's fight in the