Zhu Xiuyue wore a smug smile, "Truth and falsehood intertwined, that’s the pinnacle of hype. Yu Fei thinks he’s got it figured out. Tonight, we’ll broaden his horizons... I’m dying to see his expression when he tries to convince others that real martial arts masters exist. I’m really looking forward to it!"

"Hey, hey... Xiuyue, don’t get too carried away!" Lin Feng interrupted Zhu Xiuyue’s imagination. He felt this girl was showing signs of turning into a crafty schemer. He couldn’t let her go on like this; otherwise, she’d become another Xue Qingyi...

"Alright, Brother Feng..." Zhu Xiuyue playfully stuck out her tongue, grinning as she spoke.

After five o’clock, some business SUVs began to drive into the parking lot of Xinhai International Building, stopping right at the entrance of Longfeng Martial Hall. They dropped off people dressed in long robes, mandarin jackets, or Zhongshan suits, Taoism robes, and even cassocks. Most of these people had long, flowing hair, white with age, and a few had bald heads, yet they all looked kind and benevolent, exuding an elegant aura like that of an immortal.

The photographers, who had been waiting for these figures to appear, busied themselves. Even the reporters not specializing in sports now wanted to get closer to ask some funny questions, hoping to create some humorous content for later programs...

However, to their surprise, with each arrival, Longfeng Martial Hall arranged nearly ten security guards to escort these individuals to the lounge, allowing only photographs but not face-to-face interviews...

Yu Fei, a reporter who had been pushed out of the crowd by the martial hall’s security, was quite displeased and huffed, "Hmph! Infuriating! Longfeng Martial Hall must be afraid that the people they invited will embarrass them, so they intentionally won’t let us interview them..."

"Little Yu, just say less..." Behind Yu Fei, Luo Wen, who was carrying a camera, shook his head. This kid’s self-centered personality really wasn’t suited for being a reporter.

"No way, I have to speak..." Yu Fei said angrily, "Uncle Luo, if they weren’t guilty, why wouldn’t they let us interview them? In my opinion, this so-called Jiangzhou Martial Arts Conference will surely be more of a failure compared to the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference. These so-called renowned masters probably wouldn’t even dare let passersby challenge them!"

"Oh? This young man speaks so boldly, he must have some skills. Why not spar with me and see?"

Just as Yu Fei was sulking, he suddenly heard a kind middle-aged voice speaking to him laughingly. Looking up, he found a Taoist in a robe, exuding an air of an immortal, who was surprisingly pushing aside the two security guards escorting him and walking cheerfully towards Yu Fei...

"Darn it, trouble’s coming..." Photographer Luo Wen turned pale; he knew this kid Yu Fei had caused trouble. In martial arts, there’s no first and second place. Martial artists are mostly proud and arrogant. With Yu Fei’s direct taunting, anyone with a temper would likely want to teach him a lesson...

The man in Taoist robes was none other than Lian Zhenzi, an elder of the Kongtong Sect, one of the seven great sects. Though he appeared no different than a middle-aged man, he was actually over sixty years old...

The martial arts practiced by the Kongtong Sect are generally fierce and violent, so every disciple has quite a temper. It’s not surprising that Lian Zhenzi would want to teach Yu Fei a lesson.

Yu Fei froze for a moment, staring at the Taoist who had suddenly appeared before him, evidently still not grasping the situation. He pointed at his nose, "Spar with me? You must be mistaken, I haven’t practiced martial arts..."

Even though Yu Fei had a bad temper, he was not so far gone as to lack clarity of mind. He knew that even if these so-called orthodox fellows were just flowery and flashy without substance, he himself had no training at all and wouldn’t even qualify as flashy and flowery. He could only be considered a sub-healthy white-collar worker, so how could he have the courage to make a move on the opponent!

However, Lian Zhenzi was not one to speak easily. Seeing Yu Fei backing down, he still didn’t plan to let him off. Reaching out with a big hand, he directly grabbed Yu Fei’s collar, cheerfully saying, "Since you are not a martial artist, why are you so bold as to belittle all the masters of the world..."

With that, Lian Zhenzi applied a little force with his hand, actually lifting Yu Fei’s body, which weighed over 140 pounds, off the ground with one hand...

This shocking scene left the present reporters stunned, then they instinctively snapped several shots in succession. Lian Zhenzi’s kind of arm strength was rare among ordinary people!

"Now, do you still dare say I’m just flowery and flashy?" Lian Zhenzi chuckled, asking calmly.

Yu Fei, with his collar choking his neck, could only breathe laboriously with his mouth, making a very unpleasant croaking sound from his throat, unable to speak at all.

The photographer with Yu Fei on this assignment, Luo Wen, was terrified, afraid that Yu Fei would be casually strangled by this Taoist. That would be a major accident!

"Senior... Senior... Little Yu is just too young, and a bit dim-witted. Please, forgive him for a moment!" Luo Wen rushed forward, while pleading for Yu Fei, he held onto the right arm of Lian Zhenzi that was holding up Yu Fei, trying to pull it down to save Yu Fei.

"Oh, you do seem quite concerned for this junior, don’t you, daring to tug at my arm..." Lian Zhenzi noticed Luo Wen daring to pull his arm, showing a slightly amused smile, "But with just you two, I fear it’s not enough to make me let go of my grip!"

Indeed, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Luo Wen was almost hanging off Lian Zhenzi’s arm, yet they still couldn’t make Lian Zhenzi’s arm move...

Everyone present was dumbfounded. To think that between Luo Wen and Yu Fei, the combined weight was almost 300 pounds, yet someone could lift 300 pounds with one arm and maintain it for so long! What on earth is the background of this Taoist?!

"Please... cough... spare... me..." At this point, Yu Fei finally managed to speak, pleading for mercy with a face flushed red, increasingly struggling to breathe.

"Aren’t there so many people here? You all send someone up and see if you can pull Taoist grandpa’s arm down first..." In response to the astonished looks of the crowd, Lian Zhenzi didn’t let go of Yu Fei directly; instead, he wanted to test whether his arm strength could support three people...

Yu Fei’s eyes were filled with terror and regret. He felt as if his head was going to explode, finally understanding that there really were martial arts masters in the world. But now, what Yu Fei most wanted was for someone to come save him...

"Lian Zhenzi, that’s enough, don’t go overboard!"

At this moment, an elderly man with white hair suddenly appeared. He extended his hand, pointing at Lian Zhenzi from afar, and spoke lightly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Old Xu..." Lian Zhenzi, upon seeing this elder appear, immediately behaved as meekly as a mouse seeing a cat. He quickly placed Yu Fei and Luo Wen back on the ground, chuckling, "I was just playing around!"