The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Although Leng Rushuang's "Get out" wasn't very loud, everyone in the entire hall heard it clearly.

Ye Wuhen's smile froze instantly. He held the wine glass in mid-air, unsure whether to drink it or put it down.

He had tried to curry favor with Leng Rushuang before, but she had always ignored him. But today, being told to get lost in front of hundreds of people was a huge loss of face.

Ye Wuhen's face twitched twice.

"Palace Mistress Leng, I am showing you respect by offering you this drink. If you don't want to drink, fine, but why resort to such hurtful words?"

Leng Rushuang didn't even lift her eyelids.

Ye Wuhen's expression changed repeatedly. He was still holding the glass of wine in his hand, and the ice on the glass was getting thicker and thicker. His fingers were turning white from the cold.

All eyes in the hall turned to the two of them. The young master of Wanjian Manor was publicly humiliated; this was a scene that didn't happen every day.

Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, slammed the wine glass onto the table, and the glass embedded itself in the tabletop.

The chill from the cup began to seep into his body through his fingers, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

He said in a low voice, "Leng Rushuang, I, Ye Wuhen, have given you face, but you don't appreciate it. Then don't blame me for being impolite."

Leng Rushuang raised her head and glanced at Ye Wuhen, her light blue eyes showing no emotion.

"Are you done talking?"

Ye Wuhen suddenly felt as if a block of ice was stuck in his throat, making his chest feel tight and choked!

This was Leng Rushuang's warning to him!

He is only at the early stage of Mahayana cultivation. The reason he can sit next to Lu Ya today is because of the prestige of his father, Ye Qianqiu, and the Wanjian Manor.

However, he was unaware of this and still thought he was a genius.

Leng Rushuang's move was tantamount to slapping him in the face in public.

Ye Wuhen's face turned red, and he was about to give up when Leng Rushuang withdrew the pressure on him.

Ye Wuhen immediately felt relieved. "Palace Master Leng, you have quite the methods. However, the swords of my Ten Thousand Swords Manor are not to be trifled with either."

Leng Rushuang completely ignored him, while Lu Ya sat in the main seat, holding a wine glass, and did not try to persuade him.

He knew perfectly well that a spoiled brat like Ye Wuhen deserved to be taught a lesson. So what if he was the young master of Wanjian Manor? He was nothing but a fart in front of Leng Rushuang.

However, Lu Ya would not speak up for Leng Rushuang; he still had to give face to Wanjian Manor.

Seeing that Ye Wuhen was in an awkward position, the time was almost right.

Lu Ya chuckled, "Nephew, if Palace Master Leng isn't drinking, don't force yourself. Come, come, sit down, let's drink."

Having found a way out, Ye Wuhen turned around, sat down, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

He was seething with anger, but had nowhere to vent it!

His father, Ye Qianqiu, once said that when he was out in public, he represented the face of Wanjian Manor. Today, he had utterly disgraced the entire manor.

Lu Ya picked up his wine cup, glanced at him, and transmitted his voice, "Nephew, why bother arguing with a woman?"

Ye Wuhen slammed the wine pot on the table. "Uncle Lu, I'm not just being stubborn, I just can't swallow this."

Lu Ya took a sip of wine. "Who is Leng Rushuang? Even your father has to treat her with utmost respect. Later, I'll arrange for a female cultivator to cool you down."

Ye Wuhen became interested upon hearing this. It was said that the female cultivators of the Golden Crow Sect were so hot inside and out due to their cultivation techniques that they were said to have an intoxicating taste. He had never experienced such a thing before.

He lowered his voice, "Uncle Lu, how many?"

Lu Ya extended two fingers.

"Are two enough? If not, I'll have someone arrange a few more."

"That's enough, that's enough." Ye Wuhen chuckled twice, the gloom on his face vanishing.

His gaze began to fall on the female cultivators of the Golden Crow Sect who were serving dishes and water, and he started to imagine how he would torture them later.

As I looked around, my gaze fell on Shen Yifei, and my mood instantly soured again.

Ye Wuhen looked at Shen Yifei's face and found it increasingly hateful.

This arrogant fool actually dared to talk back to his beloved Uncle Lu. I would rather tear him to pieces than be satisfied.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. All the anger he felt from being snubbed by Leng Rushuang earlier surged up.

He picked up his wine glass, stood up, and walked towards Shen Yifei.

Lu Ya saw this and was secretly pleased. It wouldn't hurt to let him go and teach Shen Yifei a lesson.

Leng Rushuang also looked at Ye Wuhen, her gaze unwavering, as if she were completely unaffected by the outside world.

Ye Wuhen walked very slowly, deliberately making sure everyone could see him.

The noise in the hall gradually subsided, and everyone was watching Ye Wuhen walk towards the last row.

Shen Yifei was gnawing on a spirit bird's wing, his mouth glistening with oil. Seeing Ye Wuhen approach, he didn't stand up, but mumbled with meat still in his mouth, "Young Master Ye? Is something the matter?"

Ye Wuhen stood by the table, looking down at Shen Yifei. He raised his wine glass and said, "Sect Master Shen, today the alliance is established. From now on, Wanjian Manor and Tianyan Sect are in the same boat. I'd like to toast you."

Shen Yifei wiped his mouth, poured himself a glass of wine, stood up, and clinked glasses with Ye Wuhen.

The moment the two wine glasses clinked together, Ye Wuhen exerted a slight force on his wrist, and a hidden energy flowed through the glasses.

Shen Yifei felt the cup vibrate, and the hidden force entered, rushing up his arm.

Shen Yifei hurriedly activated the small vortex in his dantian, swallowing the hidden force completely.

Ye Wuhen waited to see Shen Yifei make a fool of himself, but after a long time, Shen Yifei, without blushing or panting, drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Good wine."

Ye Wuhen's expression changed slightly.

Although he only used 30% of his power in that hidden force, it should have been more than enough to deal with a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. This kid is not only unharmed, but he's acting as if nothing happened.

"Young Master Ye, aren't you going to drink this wine?" Shen Yifei pointed to the cup that Ye Wuhen was still holding.

Ye Wuhen finished his wine and placed the cup on the table. "Sect Leader Shen is so young yet able to rebuild the Tianyan Sect. I admire you greatly. May I ask who your master was?"

Shen Yifei chuckled and said, "Me? I don't have a master. I'm self-taught."

"Self-taught?" Ye Wuhen chuckled. "The cultivation world is so vast, this is the first time I've heard of someone who could reach the late Nascent Soul stage through self-study. Sect Master Shen, could it be that you had some extraordinary encounter?"

"As for fortuitous encounters, there have been one or two. Why, Young Master Ye, would you like to hear about them?"

"I'm all ears!"

"Let me tell you my story. Half a year ago, I fell into a cave, found a secret manual, and cultivated it for three months until I reached the Golden Core stage. Later, I found an elixir and cultivated it for another six months until I reached the Deity Transformation stage."

"Hehe, reaching the Nascent Soul stage in just half a year, I didn't expect Sect Master Shen to be such a genius."

"Pah!" Shen Yifei spat out a mouthful of meat stuck between his teeth. "What kind of bullshit genius is he? He's worse than dog shit..."

Hearing this, Ye Wuhen felt as if he was being insulted.

His expression changed, and he slammed his wine glass on the table. "What do you mean by that, Sect Leader Shen?"

Shen Yifei looked up at him, his face completely innocent. "I said I'm not even as good as dog shit, I'm not even as good as dog shit!"

Shen Yifei spoke loudly, and everyone heard him shout that he was not even as good as dog shit.

Someone was putting food in their mouth when they heard those two words and suddenly felt that the food in their mouth tasted different.

Shen Yifei continued, "Young Master Ye, you've reached the Mahayana realm at such a young age. You're a true genius, a dragon among men, a rare find in the world."

When Ye Wuhen heard Shen Yifei praising him, although he had heard such words many times, he still felt smug when praised in front of so many people, and he even glanced at Leng Rushuang.

Shen Yifei continued, "I am but a humble man compared to Young Master Ye, like a firefly compared to the bright moon."

Then, after a brief pause, he said, "I'm not as good as you, I'm no match for you!"