Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Just a few days ago, when we had just captured Azi.

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said to Azi, "My good disciple, do you have anything else to say?"

A thought flashed through Azi's mind, her eyes darting around furtively, and she replied:

"Master, I had my reasons for secretly taking your divine cauldron to play with."

Ding Chunqiu knew that A Zi was clever and quick-witted, and had always been his favorite, but at this moment he was extremely angry, yet he said with a calm expression:

"Then tell me, what reason do you have for your master's sake? If you are right, I will let you die peacefully. But if you are wrong... you know the methods of our sect, you will be left with neither life nor death."

Azi pretended to be terrified and said:

"Master, when you were young you needed to use this divine cauldron to practice your skills, but in recent years you have mastered the divine skills and have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth."

This royal cauldron is nothing more than a useless object; it's just that the master is sentimental and unwilling to discard this divine cauldron.

However, many disciples, unaware of the situation, thought it was some kind of precious treasure of the sect, and that its loss was causing their master great anxiety. That was utterly foolish; they underestimated their master's abilities and failed to understand his intentions.

After hearing this, Ding Chunqiu nodded, shook the goose feather fan in his hand, and was clearly very pleased:

"Hmm, that makes sense. Go on."

A Zi knew from Ding Chunqiu's expression that she had touched a nerve:

"Azi knows that Master's skills are unparalleled, and the martial arts of our Xingxiu Sect are also the best among all sects. It's just that you have been cultivating your mind and body lately and do not want to waste your time in this desolate Central Plains."

However, Azi heard that many people in the Central Plains martial arts world were very disrespectful to their master and knew nothing about his martial arts skills.

Even worse, many frogs in a well are boasting to each other, bragging about what? They claim Shaolin is the pinnacle of martial arts, the Beggars' Sect is the number one sect in the world, the Dali Duan family is a martial arts dynasty, and the Murong family of Gusu is knowledgeable in all martial arts...

The disciple found it both amusing and infuriating, and thus, in a somewhat childish manner, thought that by bringing Master's divine cauldron here, he could urge Master to move to the Central Plains and spread Master's divine power...

Even so, Ding Chunqiu had forgotten his temper of the past two months and instead stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

Thinking back, he had taken in hundreds or even thousands of disciples over the decades, but only Azi was so clever and could truly touch his heart.

At this moment, however, he couldn't bear to kill this rebellious disciple, so he gave him a small punishment as a warning, feeding him a carefully prepared poison that he carried with him.

Then he went to Leigu Mountain to meet his senior brother whom he hadn't seen for many years.

......

When Su Xinghe met Ding Chunqiu, whose grandeur was probably comparable to that of an emperor, he was furious.

Knowing that his strength was no match for his opponent, he could only ask in a deep voice:

"Ding Chunqiu, what are you doing here?!"

Ding Chunqiu dismounted from the sedan chair and strode forward. He was overjoyed to see Su Xinghe; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had met a longtime friend.

He said, "I heard that my senior brother has set up this intricate chess game, so I've come to see what mysteries this old thief has laid out."

Su Xinghe glanced at him sideways and said, "Why do you call me Master?"

Ding Chunqiu said, "He's an old thief, so I'll call him an old thief!"

Su Xinghe said, "The deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor mute anymore. You must know why!"

Ding Chunqiu waved his fan and said, "Excellent! You broke your vow and insisted on seeking death, so you can't blame me for that."

Bao Butong was experiencing a bout of occupational hazard; he was about to say "no, no," but before he could utter a word...

Duan Yu, who was standing to the side, finally let out a long sigh, turned around, shook his head, and said:

"The ingenious chess game set up by the old gentleman is truly profound and ingenious. I concede defeat, for I cannot solve it."

Bao Butong, however, perked up and, abandoning Ding Chunqiu, said to Duan Yu, "Hey, brother-in-law, I told you to admit defeat quickly, why are you wasting time by admitting defeat so slowly?"

Duan Yu was completely unaware of what he had just said, and simply exclaimed "Ah!" without knowing how to respond.

Su Xinghe ignored Ding Chunqiu and said to Duan Yu:

"Young Master Duan's moves, numbering more than ten, were extremely exquisite. I had high hopes for him, but I never expected that by one move, I would ultimately lose."

Duan Yu looked ashamed and said, "I am of dull and foolish talent, and I have failed to live up to your kind words, sir. I am extremely ashamed..."

Seeing that Su Xinghe ignored him and instead talked to a pretty boy, Ding Chunqiu was already displeased and began to sneer.

Azi, who was standing beside Ding Chunqiu, knew him very well and knew that he had murderous intent, so she said:

"Hey, where did this bookworm come from? How can you not bow before the Starry Sky Immortal?"

Duan Yu saw that she was fierce, but she was a pretty girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her tone actually sounded somewhat cute, so he bowed and said:

"Young lady, I am not a bookworm. I am Duan Yu from Dali."

When Azi lied to Ding Chunqiu before, she mentioned the Duan family of Dali, and suddenly had the idea to trick this bookworm.

Having grown up in the demonic abyss of the Starry Constellation Sect since childhood, her mind was different from ordinary people. She feared Ding Chunqiu would kill her, believing that a person's killing intent was finite; killing too many people, even a demon like Ding Chunqiu, would eventually tire, and his poison skills would diminish. She thought that as long as she encouraged Ding Chunqiu to kill others, she could remain safe and sound. Therefore, she said:

"Does the Duan family of Dali know those 'Six Meridian Ghost Sword' and 'One Yin Finger' techniques?"

"Summon your family's most skilled expert to come and pay respects to our venerable master. If he bestows his favor and teaches you even a move or two, your Duan family will benefit immensely!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu knew that the other party was being extremely unreasonable. The strongest person in his family was his uncle, Emperor Baoding. How could he be insulted for no reason?

If it were a man, he would definitely argue with him, but since it was a cute little girl, he lost his temper and said:

"Our Duan family of Dali doesn't know anything about 'Six Meridian Ghost Sword' or 'One Yin Finger.' You must have misremembered, young lady..."

Suddenly, a voice drifted in from afar:

"Which member of the Duan family from Dali is here? Is it Duan Zhengchun?"

Duan Yu was terrified. He recognized the voice as that of the notorious Duan Yanqing.

He had suffered greatly when he was captured before. Even with many skilled guards protecting him in Dali, he wasn't safe enough. Now, all alone, he feared...

He turned to look at Bao Butong, and at this moment, the catfish-like fat man he used to dislike gave him a great sense of security.

Suddenly, she remembered that Young Master Murong's martial arts skills were said to be even higher than those of the great monk Kumārajīva. She turned her head to look at the wooden house, hoping that he would return to her side soon.

I'm his brother-in-law, he'll surely save me, right...?

Suddenly, a metallic voice rang out: "Our boss is the real Dali Duan family member; the rest are imposters."

"The three villains have come to see you, deaf and mute old man! Why aren't you setting up a ring to welcome Grandpa?!"