Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

Everyone suspected they were hallucinating. Many people subconsciously rubbed their eyes and pinched their arms hard, as if to confirm whether the absurd scene before them was a hallucination.

This……

The person confessing their feelings was an old man?

Judging from his attire, he's probably a lowly servant!

Oh my god~~

This world is crazy

A mouse serves as a bridesmaid for a cat, and an old janitor dares to pursue a saintly maiden!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, an old, lowly servant dared to confess his love to Wen Lingxi, the dream girl of all the young male disciples of the Immortal Palace and a saintess with unparalleled beauty?

Ye Han was completely bewildered.

Only one crazy thought remained in my mind: What he said... he said all my words!

Those heartfelt confessions, which had been brewing for a long time and were prepared to move the saintess, were actually spoken first by an old servant who appeared out of nowhere!

Although the other party was vastly different from him in age, status, and strength, and was not even qualified to be his opponent, this interference turned all his deep affection and solemnity into a joke, and the planned confession ceremony could no longer proceed.

Thinking of this, the astonishment in Ye Han's eyes instantly turned into a deep gloom, and a trace of cold killing intent flashed by.

Damn old man!

How dare they ruin his plans! He'll remember this!

A few breaths later, the square erupted in uproar again.

"My God! Am I seeing things? An old man is confessing his love to the saintess?"

One disciple covered his mouth, barely suppressing a laugh, his voice filled with disbelief, "This is outrageous!"

"Of course! The Holy Maiden is in the prime of her life, exceptionally talented, and stunningly beautiful. And he, a mere old servant with white hair, dares to join in this fun?" A male disciple beside him scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "To put it bluntly, a toad trying to eat swan meat is already giving him too much credit!"

"Hahaha! This is the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

Someone couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. "Senior Brother Ye Han is the top newcomer, young and promising. He's the eldest son of the Ye family and the great-grandson of Vice Palace Master Ye. He and the Holy Maiden are a perfect match. But this old man, judging by his clothes, looks like a country bumpkin. He's old enough to be the Holy Maiden's ancestor, yet he dares to confess his love in public. He's truly ignorant of his own limitations!"

"Hey~~ But with this interruption, Senior Brother Ye Han's confession is ruined~~"

Someone lowered their voice, their tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Yes, doesn't Senior Brother Ye Han hate him to death? Sigh... a lowly servant with no background, once he steps out of the Immortal Palace, he'll probably die a horrible death."

"Sigh... It's all a disaster caused by sexual repression. This old man is obviously a bachelor. His long-term sexual repression has led him to fantasize about the Holy Maiden, which has caused this farce. It's both pathetic and laughable."

"The servants in the back mountain are usually family members or relatives of the sect disciples. I wonder which family this old man is related to. In this way, he has offended both the Holy Maiden and Senior Brother Ye Han. I'm afraid he won't be able to stay in this sect anymore, right?"

Among the crowd, Xu Fan's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Looking at the white-haired figure in the center of the square, I felt my vision go black and my heart turn ice-cold.

For the past six months, he thought that his ancestor had "repented" and no longer cared about the Holy Maiden.

But unexpectedly, in front of everyone at today's sect competition, he pooped a huge...

Most importantly, in the past six months, in order to get closer to the female disciples in the back mountain, the ancestor had already made their relationship public, although it was limited to some of the female disciples in the back mountain, but this could not be kept secret sooner or later.

Finished!

His cultivation path in the Moon Palace has been completely severed!

Thinking of this, Xu Fan frowned and stepped back behind the crowd.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground immediately, afraid that others would recognize his relationship with Xu Pingsheng.

These words were spoken by a small number of male disciples. By the time most of the female disciples realized what was happening, their voices were immediately silenced.

"Hey? Have you guys noticed? This old man Xu is just a bit old, but if he shaved his beard, his features would make him look like a super handsome guy! No less than Senior Brother Xu Fan!"

"Senior Sister Zheng Yiyun, you have a fever again? You're even going after that old hag?"

"Hmph! A bit old, but still better than your deadbeat husband! Your deadbeat husband is only three-tenths... uh..."

"Hehe~~ After eating so many delicacies, it's nice to try some wild mountain vegetables now and then~~"

"I really want to use my long legs to measure this old man's waist..."

"Pah! You little slut, are you measuring your waist? Holy crap? How do you know about this? My manhood!!! You actually peeked at my 'Story of Three Women and One Hundred and Five Men of Liangshan'? The illustrated version, no less?"

"Tch~~ Aren't you afraid of driving this old man to his death?"

"By the way, look, this old man's pockets are bulging, it's hard to guess what he's carrying..."

"Huh? Let me see..."

"..."

All the male disciples looked exasperated.

To the outside world, the image of aloofness and detachment is the hallmark of the female disciples of the Guanghan Immortal Palace. But only they know that once women gather together, the boundaries of their conversations can be as wide as three hundred years.

But if they actually stick it on, they will definitely be labeled as "lower-class men," and the label will quickly spread throughout the entire celestial palace.

Several female disciples who knew Xu Pingsheng laughed so hard they were doubled over, jokingly saying:

"Old Xu, at your age, you're still trying to confess your feelings? Are you even capable? Besides getting all that spittle on your face, what else can you do?"

"Hehe~~ Uncle Xu, of all people to be eyeing, why the saintess? An old cow eating young grass, aren't you dreaming too much?"

"Old Xu, do you want a wife?"

"If you're really starving, there's an old lady in my hometown who's 258 years old. Her great-grandson just became a grandfather, and she's been living alone in her house for over a hundred years. She'd be perfect for you~~"

Faced with these teasing remarks, Xu Pingsheng simply waved his hand slightly, showing no embarrassment on his face. Instead, he spoke solemnly and confidently:

"Hmph! Of all the waters in the world, I only need a single sip from the Spirit Stream!"

Upon hearing this, the noisy square fell silent for a moment, and many female disciples' eyes gleamed with a strange light.

This old man...

Such literary talent?

"Of all the waters in the world, I only drink from one gourd." Such a affectionate and elegant sentence came from the mouth of a seemingly crude old janitor.

Wen Lingxi felt a tremor in her heart, and a strange feeling arose within her.

She looked at the white-haired old man in the center of the square, covered in dust and dressed in garish servant's clothes, and for the first time, a complex emotion welled up in her clear eyes.

She felt a little sad.