Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Faced with the overwhelming momentum of Dongfang Guyue, Yang Ping'an remained unfazed, standing tall and unyielding like a reef.

Seeing this, Dongfang Guyue intensified her aura, exerting even greater pressure on Yang Ping'an. A howling wind filled the living room, causing Yang Ping'an's robes to flutter wildly.

Yang Ping'an remained unmoved, facing Dongfang Guyue's powerful aura with a calm expression.

The two faced off for a long time. The decorative items in the living room fell to the ground in various positions, and the Taoist boy lay tightly on the ground, his face ashen.

"Good lad, you're not bad." Dongfang Guyue deliberately put away his aura of unfathomable power, and his eyes flashed with approval for Yang Ping'an.

"Master Dongfang is still as vigorous as ever, and I still have much to learn from you," Yang Ping'an replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. "And who is this gentleman?"

"Clap, clap." Dongfang Guyue clapped her hands twice, first summoning the servant outside the door to tidy up the mess in the living room.

"This is my recently taken-in apprentice, named Jin Renfeng." Dongfang Guyue glanced at Jin Renfeng, who had just gotten up, and was somewhat dissatisfied.

Without comparison, there is no difference. In Dongfang Guyue's eyes, Jin Renfeng's talent was not bad, but he was a bit stubborn.

However, after witnessing Yang Ping'an's composure and humility, Dongfang Guyue realized that Jin Renfeng was no match for Yang Ping'an and was inferior to him in every aspect.

Jin Renfeng, who had just scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, looked nothing compared to Yang Ping'an, who remained as elegant as ever.

"Oh, so you're Master Dongfang's esteemed disciple. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner." A knowing glint flashed in Yang Ping'an's eyes as he cupped his hands in greeting to Jin Renfeng.

Jin Renfeng looked coldly at Yang Ping'an, feeling that Yang Ping'an was just putting on an act, and cupped his hands in a gesture of hatred.

Seeing Jin Renfeng's narrow-mindedness, Dongfang Guyue became even more disappointed in him, but Jin Renfeng remained oblivious. Dongfang Guyue then formed a plan in her mind.

Yang Ping'an noticed this scene and smiled slightly. This Ren Feng was indeed petty and narrow-minded, only capable of using underhanded tricks. He was not a great person and could not be considered respectable.

"Nephew, why be so formal? You know Huaizhu and are close in age, so just call me Uncle, following her seniority. It will make it seem more intimate," Dongfang Guyue said, sitting back in the chair that had been arranged for him and stroking his beard.

"Isn't this a bit against the rules?" Yang Ping'an replied, feigning reluctance despite being quite tempted.

"What's with all the rules? If anyone's not satisfied, I'll personally persuade them. It's settled then." Dongfang Guyue waved his hand, speaking with an unquestionable tone.

"Then Ping An will humbly address you as Uncle Dongfang." Yang Ping An respectfully bowed to Dongfang Guyue as a junior.

"Hahaha, no problem, no problem." Dongfang Guyue laughed heartily, very satisfied.

"Uncle Dongfang, where is Miss Dongfang Huaizhu?" Yang Ping'an asked, seizing the opportunity as Dongfang Guyue was in a good mood.

"She took Qin Lan to play by the Huai River outside Shenhuo Mountain Villa." Dongfang Guyue had a preliminary approval of Yang Ping'an and did not shy away from mentioning Dongfang Huaizhu's maiden name in front of him.

"If you want to find them, I can have someone take you to the Huai River," Dongfang Guyue said with a leisurely smile.

"Jin Renfeng, take your senior brother Ping An to the bamboo forest by the Huai River."

"Then I'll trouble you, Uncle Dongfang. I wish you good health and safety. I'll take my leave now." Yang Ping'an bowed and bid farewell to Dongfang Guyue.

"Yes, go ahead." Dongfang Guyue nodded, picked up the freshly served tea, and gestured for Yang Ping'an to stay or leave as he pleased.

"Junior Brother Jin, please lead the way." Yang Ping'an smiled warmly and gestured to Jin Renfeng.

"Hmph!" Jin Renfeng glared at Yang Ping'an with resentment and reluctantly led the way.

In Renfeng's heart, Dongfang Guyue only had two daughters, and he was Dongfang Guyue's only disciple. After Dongfang Guyue died, he would inherit the entire Shenhuo Mountain Manor.

He also considered the Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan sisters as his own. Now, Yang Ping'an is interfering and trying to take what belongs to him, and Jin Renfeng hates Yang Ping'an with a passion.

If it weren't for Dongfang Guyue's orders, Jin Renfeng would have preferred Yang Ping'an to never find the way to the Huai River Bamboo Forest, so why would he have led the way for him?

As they walked out of Shenhuoshan Manor, Jin Renfeng deliberately delayed their journey, leading Yang Ping'an through various turns and taking forest paths.

"Junior Brother Jin Renfeng, why are you leading me around this bamboo forest?" Yang Ping'an asked Jin Renfeng with a faint smile as he sensed his own path.

"Hmph, you surnamed Yang, I will absolutely not let you see your junior sister. You're just a toad trying to eat swan meat, so give up on that idea." Jin Renfeng stopped and stared at Yang Ping'an with a gloomy expression.

In the tranquil bamboo forest, only the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves could be heard. Yang Ping'an and Jin Renfeng faced each other in a tense standoff.

"Oh? Someone can't even be a toad if they want to. Who do you think you are? Uncle Dongfang has already agreed, so who gave you the right to speak?" Yang Ping'an stood not far from Jin Renfeng, maintaining a smile on his face, and sneered at Jin Renfeng.

"You're asking for death! Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!" Jin Renfeng was enraged and humiliated. He lit a ball of flame in his hand and attacked Yang Ping'an directly.

After leaving the house, Yang Ping'an concealed the fluctuations of his magical power, only revealing the cultivation level of the Little Demon King.

Jin Renfeng believed that he was older than Yang Ping'an and that his magical power was definitely stronger than Yang Ping'an's. Therefore, he attacked Yang Ping'an without thinking, wanting to give Yang Ping'an a lesson he would never forget.

"Prepare to die!" A cruel smile was on his face, as if he could already imagine the scene of defeating Yang Ping'an, trampling Yang Ping'an under his feet, and wantonly humiliating him.

Yang Ping'an remained calm and raised his sword, channeling his magic power into the blade. The blazing golden sword blocked Jin Renfeng's attack.

Seeing Yang Ping'an effortlessly catch his attack, Jin Renfeng's eyes narrowed, realizing that things were not as simple as he thought.

Jin Renfeng's magical power erupted, and red flames spread in all directions, engulfing Yang Ping'an in a sea of ​​scorching fire.

"I was going to spare your life, but you're just unlucky. To die by my hand is a fitting end for you," Jin Renfeng said with a cold laugh, looking at the black shadow flickering in the flames.

Yang Ping'an was unharmed in the sea of ​​fire. The flames could not advance an inch beyond Yang Ping'an, as they were blocked by his powerful magic.

The sea of ​​fire swirled and rose around Yang Ping'an, yet it couldn't harm him in the slightest. To Yang Ping'an, the temperature of the flames was even less intense than the flames from Dongfang Qinlan.

Surrounded by flames, Yang Ping'an even yawned out of boredom.

Jin Renfeng had kept the flames burning for so long when he sensed something was wrong. He saw Yang Ping'an's figure still moving in the sea of ​​fire.

Yang Ping'an noticed Jin Renfeng's gaze and waved at him. Yang Ping'an's sarcasm nearly made Jin Renfeng explode with anger.

"Let's see if you live or die." Jin Renfeng gritted his teeth and increased his magical power output, causing the fire to surge instantly and ignite a bamboo forest in front of him.

"Have you burned enough? You've been burning for so long, now it's my turn." Yang Ping'an was getting tired of being in the sea of ​​fire.