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"Younger Brother Qin... this is really too valuable! I can't accept it, they can't accept it... you better take it back quickly!"

Initially, I thought Fang Zonglin was quite arrogant and somewhat self-important, but after truly befriending him, he turned out to be a rather reliable person.

After a brief shock, Fang Zonglin also reacted and immediately snatched those two elixirs from his disciples' hands, intending to return them to Qin Fang.

Those two disciples could only helplessly watch the elixirs return to their master's hands, about to be given back to Qin Fang. They were anxious and reluctant but didn't dare say anything unnecessary.

"Senior Brother Fang, if you recognize me as your junior brother, then don't say such alienating words... these two elixirs, though precious, are my gifts to my nephews upon first meeting... if you return them to me, it would mean looking down on me, Qin Fang... I'll walk away right now!"

The more Fang Zonglin behaved this way, the more Qin Fang felt that this elder was a reliable person worth befriending. He had plenty of Blood Replenishing Pills, and if spending one or two could win people over, he didn't mind distributing some.

Of course, Qin Fang wasn't some nouveau riche or a fool who would throw things away mindlessly. Although he had quite a few Blood Replenishing Pills, they weren't just cabbage.

Moreover, rarity breeds value. Precisely because these elixirs are very scarce and hard to obtain, they appear extremely valuable. Having one is already an immense honor; if they suddenly became common like cabbages, how could they be so treasured?

"This..."

After hearing Qin Fang's words, Fang Zonglin hesitated for a moment, with his face showing some uncertainty. Mainly, Qin Fang didn't seem to be just talking casually, which made it rather difficult for him.

Looking at his two pitiful disciples, Fang Zonglin nodded helplessly, signaling his acceptance.

"Alright! We'll accept these two elixirs... hurry and thank your junior uncle!"

The elixirs were very precious, especially as there were two of them, so Fang Zonglin immediately urged his two disciples.

"Thank you, Junior Uncle, thank you, Junior Uncle..."

The two disciples naturally showed gratitude to Qin Fang eagerly, calling out more smoothly now, as if Qin Fang really were the Junior Uncle of the Tian Nan Sect.

Liu Xianhe at the side could only envy and resent, wishing his Ryu Family had such an opportunity, or they might not just get one elixir but even a few more.

Due to these elixirs, the relationship between Qin Fang and Fang Zonglin's master-disciple group suddenly became much closer, appearing so close that outsiders might think they were from the same sect.

Getting two elixirs, even though they fell into the hands of his two disciples, Fang Zonglin was still very happy, drinking freely.

Originally, he brought six jars of wine to share with his old friends, but having gotten along well with Qin Fang, in high spirits, the six jars were emptied in one night.

This banquet lasted until deep night, when all six jars were dry and even the pickles, so hard to swallow, were finished by Qin Fang and the others, before each person retired to their own courtyard, their own rooms to rest.

A night without words.

The next morning, Fang Zonglin's two disciples came early to greet Qin Fang.

"Good morning, Junior Uncle..."

The two approached Qin Fang eagerly, displaying an even more diligent demeanor than they did towards their master, Fang Zonglin.

"Master is already waiting for Junior Uncle in the front hall, planning to have breakfast together..."

Although they drank quite a lot, as martial artists, they didn't have hangovers like ordinary people. Not only did they rise early, but they were also quite refreshed, with no discomfort whatsoever.

Perhaps due to his age, Fang Zonglin even got up earlier than Qin Fang and was already waiting in the front hall to have breakfast together.

The front hall was actually a common living room, due to limited space, converted temporarily into a dining hall where people from four courtyards were dining.

Of course, they could also have meals delivered to their courtyards individually.

But after dining, they had to head to the competition for the Swordplay Tournament, so eating here was for time efficiency...

Qin Fang didn't mind this at all and, guided by Fang Zonglin's two disciples, his two nephews Chen Liang and Ling Fei, headed to the front hall.

"This way, Junior Uncle..."

Chen Liang and Ling Fei indeed had some talent for being lackeys; they opened the way ahead, while Qin Fang strolled slowly behind. Their sycophantic attitude surprised many already seated in the hall.

It's a pity these two "lackeys" don't seem to care about others' opinions at all, dutifully completing their tasks with extreme dedication.

As for what others think... these two couldn't care less, right?

"A bunch of fools, if you knew this young master gives out elixirs casually, you'd probably be dying to lick his dirty feet..."

Of course, they are only thinking this to themselves, considering there are quite a few prestigious martial arts veterans present, not much inferior to their master Fang Zonglin.

Such a reception was a first for Qin Fang, and under such public scrutiny, he felt slightly uncomfortable but didn't dwell on it too much.

Just this way of making an entrance seemed a bit too high-profile for Qin Fang, as many people were already present in the front hall, mostly here for the Sword Tournament, many of whom were prominent figures of substantial stature.

Unfortunately, among so many people, besides Fang Zonglin, he didn't recognize anyone else, including Liu Xianhe, as the levels he had interacted with were still too low.

Whoosh~~

At this moment, Qin Fang suddenly felt a gust of chilly wind and noticed a chopstick shooting toward him at an extremely high speed.

"Hmm?"

Qin Fang frowned slightly and didn't pay attention to the chopstick, but instead glanced at a nearby table.

At this table sat four people, an old man with two young men and a young woman. All four were quite powerful, with the old man being at the master level peak, while two of the young ones were at a master level.

From the force of the incoming chopstick, it seemed that the one who acted was the old man with the somber face. Although the other three also looked hostile towards Qin Fang, they clearly didn't possess such strength.

Snap~~

The chopstick flew very fast, just about to stab Qin Fang, but it suddenly seemed to be knocked down by something, making a crisp sound before being sent flying somewhere unknown.

"Everyone is a guest here, my apologies for the poor hospitality..."

Just then, someone walked in from the entrance of the front hall; it was the steward from the Fu Family who had initially sent the invitation to Qin Fang.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Qin Fang knew that it was him who had intercepted the chopstick.

Qin Fang was aware of this Steward Fu's capability, probably the strongest among those present, even stronger than himself and Fang Zonglin.

Although the chopstick attack was initiated first, Steward Fu could respond later and still intercept it, clearly indicating his prowess was above that of this inexplicably hostile old man, despite both being at the master level peak.

Having been sneak attacked without reason, although the opponent didn't succeed, Qin Fang still glanced at the old man, slightly displeased, but refrained from acting out. After all, Steward Fu had intervened, clearly not wanting Qin Fang and the old man to clash there.

Qin Fang was willing to give face to Steward Fu, so he ignored the old man and leisurely walked past him from the side.

"Humph..."

As Qin Fang walked by, he heard a very disgruntled snort from the old man, but he seemed wary of Steward Fu's strength and did not make a move.

"Younger Brother Qin, over here, have a seat..."

Chen Liang and Ling Fei guided Qin Fang to the table of their master, Fang Zonglin, who personally received him warmly, treating him as an equal, which made many present slightly moved.

Many knew Fang Zonglin's temper well, typically arrogant and domineering, yet here he was treating Qin Fang as an equal, a rather strange scenario where some even felt Fang Zonglin seemed to place himself beneath Qin Fang.

This left many more bewildered about Qin Fang's identity, yet try as they might, they couldn't figure out where Qin Fang might be from, as they had no impression of him at all.

"Brother, are you alright?"

After Qin Fang sat down, Fang Zonglin couldn't help but express his concern, shooting a fierce glance towards the old man who had acted against Qin Fang.

"Senior Brother Fang, who is that old geezer? He seems quite powerful..."

Qin Fang shook his head indifferently; even without Steward Fu's intervention, the chopstick still couldn't harm him, so how could there be a problem?

"That old fool is called Shi Yuan Yilang; in terms of cultivation, he's not much different from me, but as for character... I can only use one word to describe him... a real bastard!"

Fang Zonglin evidently knew the old man, showing clear indignation on his face, and described him with undeniable resentment...(To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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