The voice was soft, yet it sufficed to spread throughout the entire hall.

Everyone involuntarily turned to look.

A light-fitting long dress, with a bow tied around her slender waist, perfectly adorned her figure.

Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, hanging behind her, resting on her shoulders, her pale and delicate eyes were like those in a mural, strands of hair entwined with her earlobes, the contrast of black and white was stark.

Truly a peerless beauty!

They were all transfixed, watching this world-class woman descending the stairs slowly.

A question arose in everyone's minds.

Who is this person?

Her tone seemed to imply she wanted to overshadow Mr. Fang.

At the moment they saw Ye Wenjun.

The so-called learned and courteous beauties from the Seventy-two Sects felt an inferiority complex arise.

The gap was too great, they couldn't even muster up jealousy.

Whether it was in poise, temperament, or appearance.

Even the normally haughty Tuoba Xue'er couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "Such a beautiful lady."

Fang Yu suddenly nudged Tuoba Xue'er with his elbow and said in a low voice: "Be discreet, discreet..."

"Ah?"

"She's your sister-in-law."

Hearing the words 'sister-in-law,' Tuoba Xue'er exclaimed: "You got married?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"You, you..." Unable to find words, the clever Tuoba Xue'er didn't know what to say... If she were to insult that person, wouldn't it imply that she likes him? But if she doesn't rebuke him, it always feels like a grievance in her heart.

Caught in a dilemma.

She could do nothing but stamp her foot on the spot.

Meanwhile.

Ye Wenjun had already reached the center of the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my husband, that is, my lawful husband Mr. Fang Yu, has made himself very clear... if there's nothing else, you may all leave."

Everyone was startled.

They didn't expect Mr. Fang to be married already.

This was a direct slap in the face to those who wanted to marry off their daughters.

However...

Even so, it shouldn't be a reason to issue an eviction order, right?

After all, these are people from the Seventy-two Sects.

"Mr. Fang... that doesn't seem appropriate. We traveled a long distance to visit you, hoping for a positive outcome. You're sending us away without hardly a discussion?" someone said.

"Yes, Mr. Fang, we respect your status and have shown great sincerity. Today... Every Sect that has come did so in hopes of recruiting Mr. Fang. To let us leave without a resolution is really improper."

"Today, as long as Mr. Fang makes a choice, whichever it is, the rest of us from the other Sects will not object and will leave immediately."

"Yes. Mr. Fang, please give us a candid response."

Everyone stood up, their gazes burning as they looked at Fang Yu.

They were awaiting his reply.

Clearly, they would rather Fang Yu join any one Sect than have him fall into the hands of another.

If that were to happen, only destruction awaited.

Fang Yu felt an aggressive aura emanating from them.

Despite their smiling faces and affable demeanor.

"Does this mean I have no choice?"

"This statement is not correct, Mr. Fang. We have seventy-two Sects for you to choose from... how can you say you have no choice?"

"What if I insist on not joining any?" Fang Yu's tone turned serious.

The crowd was taken aback.

They looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Mr. Fang, that doesn't seem right."

"Are you sure you want to choose this way?"

"Saint Rank Doctor, Saint Rank Alchemist, indeed are very noble statuses. But... if these two statuses aren't of any use to us, then why should we respect him? Am I right in saying so?"

"That indeed is the case... Mr. Fang, please reconsider."

"Mr. Fang, we urge you to think it over."

"Mr. Fang, we urge you to think it over!"

The last two sentences were almost in unison.

Finally—

Fang Yu stood up.

His expression turned solemn.

"In consideration of your affiliation with the Seventy-two Sects, I'll restate this once more. I will not join any Sect... If you insist on staying to argue with me, I don't mind having a good discussion about it."

Snap.

With a flick of his fingers.

The disciples of the Fang Family leapt out one after another.

Though their cultivation was not high, their numbers were imposing.

This action by Fang Yu startled them. They had not expected him to be so unwilling to consider joining the Seventy-two Sects.

Friend or foe!

This is an unchanging truth.

"Mr. Fang... with these people alone, you can't explain the reason."

Fang Yu's gaze fell on the person who spoke.

This person was from Blood Sword Hall, with at least Supreme Heavenly Position in cultivation.

At this moment, Ye Wenjun spoke out:

"As Madame Fang, I warn you all, leave immediately!"

Her words were very clear.

The so-called emissaries felt even more aggrieved.

Tuoba Xue'er, who was unlike such cohorts, quickly walked over to Fang Yu's side, and said, "Brother Yu, our Bai Ze lineage isn't like that, if you don't want to join, then don't. These shameless people are forcing you, fight them!"

"Princess Tuoba, your affiliated Sect, Black Mountain of Bai Ze, was destroyed by him, yet you are so nonchalant, letting the matter rest just like that?"

"Mind your own business! Our Sect was destroyed, not yours... What does it have to do with you? Hmmph!" Tuoba Xue'er huffed.

The envoy from Blood Sword Hall laughed heartily:

"Mr. Fang... we have given you enough face already. Since we've made our position clear, there's nothing to talk about! You don't respect us, we don't need to respect you! You're just a Doctor, an Alchemist. Your cultivation level is perhaps at Heavenly Rank, maybe Mystic Rank... but in front of our Seventy-two Sects, you're insignificant! Today, I really won't leave! Let's see what you can do to me?"

This person casually sat down on the sofa, legs crossed.

The others watched Fang Yu with great interest.

Someone whispered: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a penalty!"

With the folks from Blood Sword Hall behaving so arrogantly, the situation in the hall changed.

Those who were previously respectful towards Fang Yu all straightened their spines.

Even Zhang Yue'er, who had claimed to want to serve Fang Yu, couldn't help but say in a low voice: "Sigh, I thought the man I admired would be a gentleman who understands the times, a righteous man... alas... he is not. I'm truly disappointed, I earnestly confessed my feelings just now, but now it seems... this man is truly unworthy of me."

"Yes. Such a waste of medical skill and alchemy technique."

Another woman also said: "I had the same thoughts as sister Yue'er, even if I were to share a husband with sister Yue'er, I wouldn't say anything, as long as my beloved is excellent enough, there's nothing unworthy for me to do. Now it seems... it's all wishful thinking. Where in this world could there be any heroes or great men..."

"He's no hero at all!" A rough man spat in contempt.

Just at this moment, Fang Yu's deep voice resonated—

"Have you all finished talking?"

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