A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

The design of "Flying Phoenix Misty Rain Pavilion" reminded Chen Yu of "Yellow Crane Tower".

The former resembles a phoenix, the latter a crane.

Chen Yu, Bei Jinyi, Ding Minjun, Su Mengqing, and Tang Zhihu entered the building and ordered a dish that was not extravagant but had its own unique characteristics.

The waiter brought out the drunken shrimp, and Bei Jinyi took a cup and put it down. The drunken shrimp were jumping around.

Chen Yu dared not pick up his chopsticks.

Bei Jinyi was already delighted, while Tang Zhihu looked on with a greedy expression.

Seeing that Bei Jinyi was about to send over a shrimp, Chen Yu tactfully took a cup of tea.

"The Kongtong Sect lives and eats here, that's quite extravagant," Bei Jinyi said, holding shrimp and waiting for Chen Yu.

"Actually, it's normal. Most sects recruit disciples based on both talent and family background. Families that send their disciples to study under them pay a considerable amount of money every year. Some sects also generate income by having their outer disciples open martial arts schools, escort agencies, or operate docks. Sects that prey on the local people, like the Three Dragon Gang, which directly collect protection fees, are as numerous as locusts crossing a river."

Su Mengqing's family already ran a security escort agency, so she analyzed the situation with great clarity and insight.

"Senior sister knows so much. It seems I'll have to follow junior brother around more in the future."

Su Mengqing laughed and said, "The real intention isn't in the wine, it's in the food."

Bei Jinyi stuck out her tongue.

Ding Minjun couldn't get a word in edgewise. She had only been away from Emei for less than a year, yet the conversation between her junior sister and junior brother felt strangely unfamiliar.

As the group was talking, a sweet, delicate voice suddenly came from behind them, "Father, it's strange, there's actually a 'Flying Phoenix Misty Rain Pavilion' here in Qiantang, but it seems to be more prosperous than the one in Chang'an."

The voices that reached his ears were familiar. Chen Yu looked up and saw that it was Wu Lie and his daughter. He remembered that when they were in Hanyang, they said they wanted to go to Qiantang to buy silk and porcelain. So, this encounter did not seem like a coincidence.

"Father, why don't we stay here for the night?"

"it is good."

The father and daughter hit it off immediately and entered with their entourage. Wu Qingying was about to go upstairs when Wu Lie, who was keeping an eye on everything, stopped in his tracks. He turned his gaze to the spot he had seen out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over quickly and said, "Young Master Chen."

"What a coincidence," Chen Yu said with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Father, why don't we join the young hero and the others at one of our tables?" Wu Qingying said excitedly.

As fate would have it, the restaurant waiter who knew Ding Minjun had already relayed the message to the Kongtong Sect, Qinghai Sect, and Huashan Sect in the guest rooms.

Inside, eight or nine disciples from the three factions walked in unabashedly.

Tang Wenliang, Xianyu Tong, and others were not present. The Huashan Sect Leader, Fengya, was perhaps taking people to cruise the river and enjoy the lake.

With a quick glance, he saw no sign of Extinction, and his heart was at peace. He then thought that since the Kongtong Sect and the Qinghai Sect were on good terms, even if Extinction came, what could they do?

His expression was sinister. He glanced at Chen Yu, then turned to Ding Minjun and said, "Have you brought reinforcements?"

"I'm scared," Ding Minjun retorted sarcastically.

Wu Lie was stunned for a moment. It seemed that there was a conflict between the sects. His mind was racing. "Could it be that Young Master Chen and the others came from Emei to Qiantang for this matter?"

Wu Lie did not know Jian Jie or the Qinghai disciples, but Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor would go to Jiangnan to purchase goods every year or two, so he knew quite a few local bigwigs. Since the Kongtong Sect and others were local gangs, he wanted to help the two sides reconcile, so he cupped his hands and said, "I am Wu Lie of Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor. May I ask the esteemed names of you heroes?"

The Qinghai sect disciple glared and said, "Get lost."

Wu Qingying, spoiled and pampered, retorted angrily, "How can you be so unreasonable?"

"The real arrogance is yet to come. How about you see it?"

Wu Lie's expression darkened. "How shall I address you?"

"Ma Tianyou from Qinghai."

Wu Lie's heart skipped a beat. He knew the Qinghai Sect; how did they get involved in this mess?

Bei Jinyi, being kind-hearted, said to Wu Lie, "This is a conflict between the Emei Sect and the Kongtong and Qinghai Sects, and has nothing to do with the Master. Please stay out of it."

Wu Lie secretly groaned. He couldn't afford to offend the Qinghai Sect, let alone the Kongtong Sect. If he took this opportunity to back down, he feared he would never be able to make friends with the Emei Sect again.

If they were to interfere, the Qinghai faction would be a tiger lying in their bed, and there would be no peace for Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor in the future.

Ma Tianyou, a disciple of the Qinghai Sect, looked at Chen Yu defiantly: "So you're from the Emei Sect, here to help?"

"That kid is cunning," Jianjie said.

"Which member of the Qinghai Sect bullied my senior sister?" Chen Yu asked.

Ma Tianyou laughed loudly, "You're so arrogant, you think you're the Extinction?

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"Haha, that's hilarious! You think you can bite me? Come on!"

Chen Yu suddenly leaned forward, and the man's arm was instantly entangled by Chen Yu's left hand in the Bajiquan small frame. His right hand, like a hook, grabbed the back of the man's head in a flash and slammed him hard onto the table.

Boom! The plate shatters, and the drunken shrimp jump around wildly.

"Oh dear, my shrimp."

Bei Jinyi reached out and grabbed, leaving several red marks on the Qinghai Sect disciple's face. Su Mengqing then secretly kicked the disciple's shin from under the table.

Chen Yu exerted force with his arm, and the Qinghai Sect disciple's head smashed a hole in the table and became embedded in it. He then transformed into a swift shadow and pounced on Jian Jie, thrusting out with both palms.

Jian Jie was taken aback and quickly grabbed Chen Yu's wrists with both hands. Chen Yu smoothly moved his hands outwards, "parting the clouds to see the sun," and neutralized the grappling, then raised his knee to strike.

Jian Jie suddenly fell backward, slapping the ground with one hand. Just as he was about to flip over, he even had a move planned out. He landed with a move called "Iron Chain Blocking the River," sweeping his arm horizontally to neutralize Chen Yu's follow-up attack.

Suddenly, his vision blurred as Chen Yu leaned down, his face magnified, along with his right hand.

The fierce tiger of Bajiquan climbed the mountain with all its might.

Chen Yu struck Jian Jie in the face with a palm, slamming him to the ground.

Jian Jie's face, which had been punched by Chen Yu in Emei County, was split open again, covered in blood. He rolled on the ground, unable to get up.

"Let's go together."

The Kongtong disciple who had been stabbed by Zhou Zhiruo drew his sword and rushed forward, slashing down with lightning speed. Chen Yu turned to the side and flicked the blade twice with his finger.

He came from Emei and began practicing the "Finger Flicking Divine Skill" when there was nothing to do on the riverboat. He has only just figured out the basics. Even so, when he dropped two fingers, one finger neutralized the sword's momentum, and the second finger flicked the long sword. The Kongtong disciple immediately felt a jolt in his tiger's mouth, and the long sword slipped from his hand.

Chen Yu strode forward and bumped into him with his shoulder.

The Kongtong disciple crashed into the crowd behind him, and the remaining Kongtong disciples turned pale with fear and dared not step forward.

The disciples of Mount Hua fell silent.

"Elder Tang, Elder Chang, if the Qinghai Sect wishes to reason with us, I will be waiting for you at the Liuhe Pagoda at 7 PM two days from now. Waiter, the bill is due," Chen Yu said.

The messenger who was supposed to tip him off dared not step forward.

Tang Zhihu laughed and tossed over a piece of silver. "The wine, food, and the broken tables and chairs—is that enough?"

"That's enough." The waiter took the money and nodded hurriedly.

"I'm gone."

As Chen Yu, Bei Jinyi, Ding Minjun, and others left the restaurant, Wu Lie caught up with them, saying, "Young hero, please take care."

Seeing Chen Yu's attack again, Wu Lie realized it was far more formidable than anything he'd seen at Hanyang Wharf. His disciple's skill was a testament to the Emei Sect's mastery. Even though he hadn't intervened, human nature was unpredictable. The Qinghai Sect disciples had insulted his daughter, and who knew what kind of embellishments they'd spread to their sect? Rather than hesitate, it was better to take a firm stand. In the chaotic martial world, one wrong step could lead to the destruction of one's family. Emei and Wudang were on good terms; on the way back, he could visit Master Song and Master Yu, cultivating this relationship. He figured the Qinghai Sect wouldn't dare touch Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor.

Wu Lie had already made up his mind and said, "Young hero, you saved my father and me. I will definitely go to Liuhe Pagoda to cheer you on."

"This is a conflict between the Emei, Kongtong, and Qinghai sects. It would be best for the manor lord to remain uninvolved. Farewell."

"Take care, young hero."

After Chen Yu, Bei Jinyi, and the others left, Wu Qingying asked, "Father, are we going to the Liuhe Pagoda or not?"

"go."

Wu Lie affirmed.