At this thought, Lu Mingyu no longer had the mind to consider who had leaked the news.
Because Ouyang Bufan was already preparing to make a move.
"Wait!"
Lu Mingyu hurriedly stopped Ouyang Bufan.
Seeing this, Ouyang Bufan asked doubtfully, "What, is this place not spacious enough?"
"No problem, we can change places and fight."
"You misunderstood. I mean, I can't beat you."
"I understand. You haven't cultivated for long, so your realm probably isn't very high. How about I suppress my realm to match yours?"
"This has nothing to do with realms. My illness hasn't been cured yet—I have no cultivation at all."
Faced with Lu Mingyu's explanation, Ouyang Bufan nodded seriously.
"That makes sense. Your illness is quite rare; even the Imperial Tutor probably couldn't cure it immediately."
"Then how about this? We'll simply compare techniques."
"Sabers, spears, staves, clubs, fingers, claws, fists, legs—what do you want to compare?"
"No, your second senior brother is the White-Haired Sword God. I should compare swords with you."
"Though I'm not particularly skilled in swordsmanship, it would still be my honor to witness the Sword God's style."
As he spoke, Ouyang Bufan actually took out a longsword and prepared to fight.
"Wait a second!"
"I don't know any of those things. If you make a move, I really will die for you to see."
Frightened, Lu Mingyu retreated again and again.
Seeing that Lu Mingyu did not seem to be joking, Ouyang Bufan looked at him in confusion.
"You really didn't learn anything at all?"
"It's not a matter of whether I learned or not. This body of mine simply can't learn those things."
"Not even the slightest smattering?"
"No!"
"What about Mystic Doors and Hidden Armor, or formations and the like?"
"I can't!"
"What about Puppet Secret Techniques?"
"I can't