Finding the trip boring, Ouyang Feng and his two companions decided to leave.

"They say you're amazing, and I'd like to challenge you to a match, is that alright?" A sweet, charming female voice blocked their path and drew everyone's attention.

Ouyang Feng looked at the woman in front of him with a troubled expression.

Instantly, the woman snapped, "How dare you look down on me? Or are you scared?"

"Lan'er, don't be rude." Wu Ying immediately stopped her, but his tone was somewhat nonchalant, clearly not a genuine reprimand.

"I'm sorry, I've spoiled my daughter rotten. She's also very competitive, and it's a real headache for me!"

Zhuge Chun smiled broadly as well: "Not at all, young people should be competitive. If they run away from problems, how will they deal with cults in the future?"

Wu Ying looked at Ouyang Zhen: "Brother Ouyang, look at this..."

“Feng’er,” Ouyang Zhen made a decision directly, “You will then have a match with this Miss Wu Lan. Remember, you must not hurt Miss Wu.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Lan snorted coldly, seemingly disgusted by being looked down upon. Wu Ying, on the other hand, stroked his beard and smiled, seemingly not taking the words to heart at all.

Ouyang Feng had no choice but to step forward: "In that case, please give me your guidance, Miss Wu."

Ouyang Wan complained to Yin Shihuai in a low voice, "That Wu Lan is really annoying. I hope Senior Brother can defeat her as soon as possible."

"Not necessarily." Yin Shihuai observed the expressions of Wu Ying and Wu Lan, who both seemed determined to succeed. "Junior Sister, have you forgotten that Wu Ying passed on ten years' worth of internal energy to Wu Lan before?"

Ouyang Wan, however, did not care: "What belongs to others will always belong to others. I always believe that what you cultivate yourself is better."

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than Ouyang Feng suffered a hidden loss at Wu Lan's hands, and Ouyang Wan's expression changed drastically.

"She is so despicable, she actually used poison to attack us."

"It's not exactly a deadly poison, it just caused some trouble for Senior Brother." On the contrary, Yin Shihuai's expression improved. "You're right, what others have is never as good as what you have yourself. If it weren't for improper internal energy circulation, she wouldn't have needed to use such methods on Senior Brother."

"But Senior Brother looks like he's in a lot of pain."

"So she'll soon be knocked off the stage by the senior brother. She wants to use poison to hold him back, and then use her internal energy to exhaust his internal energy. But the senior brother won't let her have her way."

Ouyang Feng also discovered Wu Lan's strengths and weaknesses in martial arts, and then quickly made a choice.

The sword light changed, and his figure became increasingly ghostly. What the three of them didn't notice was that Ouyang Zhen's pupils suddenly changed when he saw him change his move.

The martial arts practitioners present cheered for Ouyang Feng once again. Wu Lan let out a cry of "Ah!" and was knocked off the martial arts stage.

She appeared to have suffered no minor injuries and her internal energy had not been depleted. She could easily play another round, but being knocked off the stage meant defeat, so she couldn't ask to start over. She just bit her lip and stomped her foot heavily at Ouyang Feng.

Wu Ying's expression was also not good. His daughter had stronger internal strength and had even used poison just now, but she was still no match for Ouyang Zhen's eldest disciple. Ouyang Zhen was indeed well-prepared. No wonder he was so enthusiastic about holding the martial arts tournament before.

Ouyang Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Lan: "Junior Sister Wu, you flatter me."

Wu Lan stared intently at him: "You wait, I will definitely defeat you."

Ouyang Feng remained good-natured: "I welcome guidance from the witch sister at any time."

"You... Humph!"

Because Ouyang Feng defeated several people in succession, no one else stepped forward to challenge him. After all, martial artists also care about their reputation, and even if they won a series of matches, it wouldn't sound good to others.

The three of them followed Ouyang Zhen back to the courtyard, feeling somewhat uneasy. They had thought that Ouyang Zhen would scold Ouyang Feng for publicly saying that Song Xia had taught him, but unexpectedly, he asked Ouyang Feng about his lightness skill and sword techniques.

"Did you come up with the move you used to deal with Wu Lan just now?" He stared intently at Ouyang Feng, as if trying to determine whether Ouyang Feng was lying.

Yin Shihuai was quick-witted and immediately realized that the sword techniques his master's wife had taught them were modified, and that his master was unaware of this.

Thinking of his master's wife's plan, Yin Shihuai immediately answered for Ouyang Feng: "Yes, Master, not long ago when I fought with my senior brother, he suddenly changed his move. It's probably because Wu Lan was too despicable, so my senior brother used this trick in desperation."

Ouyang Zhen glanced at him and said sternly, "I was asking your senior brother, not you."

Yin Shihuai immediately turned pale, and Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Wan looked at him with concern.

Ouyang Feng then said, "Yes, Master, that move was something I came up with on the spot. Please scold me, Master. I shouldn't have changed the Spirit Crane Sword Technique so casually."

His answer did not raise any further suspicions for Ouyang Zhen, because Ouyang Feng was indeed an upright person who did not like to lie.

"It's alright, you've made some good changes. Now, demonstrate the moves you just used to your teacher again."

Since leaving Linghe Valley, Ouyang Feng has seen quite a lot along the way. In just over ten days, his previous worldview has been shattered. So when Ouyang Zhen asked him to demonstrate, he only demonstrated the move he had just used against Wu Lan, and the rest was the original Linghe Sword Technique.

Seeing this, Yin Shihuai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His senior brother had finally learned a thing or two. Ouyang Wan, on the other hand, kept their behavior in mind and her feelings leaned more towards her master's wife.

Ouyang Zhen had no doubt that there were more moves than Ouyang Feng had shown, because in his opinion, it was already a blessing from heaven that Ouyang Feng could improve one of the moves, which even he himself had not thought of.

Even so, he was still somewhat jealous, as this eldest disciple was indeed more talented than he had been back then.

"Okay, you three can go down now. This is Zizai Sect's territory after all, so don't wander around unnecessarily."

"Yes, Master."

The three of them returned to their own courtyard, and only then did they feel their tense expressions relax a little.

Ouyang Wan hesitated and whispered, "Master's wife didn't ask us to hide our moves, so why are you doing this?"

Seeing that Ouyang Feng did not want to answer, Yin Shihuai explained, "Given Master's current behavior and personality, he will definitely face off against Master's wife in the future. By concealing the moves, Master's wife will have a greater chance of winning in the future."

Ouyang Wan nodded to indicate that she understood: "I will be more careful in the future."

Ouyang Feng was somewhat disheartened: "Does it have to be this way? Can't this conflict be resolved?"

Yin Shihuai remained remarkably calm: "Given Master's personality, unless Master's wife yields, but if she yields and fully cooperates with Master, what do you think the final consequences will be? Master alone, the lives of hundreds of disciples of Linghe Valley, and tens of thousands of people in Linghe City—how would you choose?"

Ouyang Feng tilted his head back and took a sip of wine: "Naturally, it's my master's wife."