Yan Huailiu simply glanced at him calmly, then looked at the person who spoke: "This cannot be taught. What is suitable for my disciples may not be suitable for your disciples. It is better to teach students in accordance with their aptitude."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then almost exaggerated praises were heard.

"Haha, that's true. You are indeed Sect Master Yan. We are far behind in this realm of thought. The Yuxu Sect is fortunate to have you in charge. The younger generations have a bright future under the guidance of Sect Master Yan!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice in silence, wondering who was so shameless as to flatter the Yuxu Sect so openly.

How could he be worthy of being Sect Master Yan? What did Yan Huailiu say?

The thin man, stroking his beard, sat there with a smile on his face, letting everyone's eyes fall on him.

Everyone took a quick glance and then looked away. Oh, he's from Shuijing City, that's not surprising.

After the death of the previous city lord, Shuijing City's status plummeted, and now it can only barely maintain its position in the top ten of the cultivation world.

Shuijing City and Yuxu Sect had been at odds with each other many times in the past, so it was understandable that the city lord would put aside his pride and take the initiative to please them at this time.

"Oh, City Lord Yu, this trick is useless. Everyone knows that Yan Huailiu is petty and vindictive. How can a few nice words make him let Shuijing City go? Just wait and see. At this Immortal Sect Conference, Yan Huailiu will definitely take advantage of the situation and make some unkind remarks to mock City Lord Yu."

The Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace's eyes lit up as he watched the show while quietly complaining to the young man next to him.

The young man put down his chopsticks helplessly: "Father, please be more restrained when you are on someone else's territory."

And are you sure those adjectives are not referring to yourself?

Not only the Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace, more than half of the people present thought so and were secretly waiting for Yan Huailiu's reaction.

Fight, fight!

The first day of the Immortal Gate Conference was so exciting, they really came to the right place!

The imagined scene did not appear, and Yan Huailiu seemed a little embarrassed: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, it's really unacceptable."

Everyone's expressions froze: What's going on? Where's the taunting?

Why are you shy holding the wine glass?

Smash it!

Hit City Lord Yu on the forehead!

Everyone was gnashing their teeth in frustration, hoping that someone would speak out their true feelings so as to provoke Yan Huailiu's temper and let everyone watch the show to their heart's content.

Yan Huailiu had no idea what everyone was thinking and was so embarrassed that he tapped his toes on the ground: Who is this! He would also blush if he was flattered like this right from the start!

The next second, the skinny flatterer stood up with a laugh, and picked up a little boy in his hand like a chick.

Yan Huailiu's mind buzzed as he instantly guessed the man's identity. He cursed inwardly, "Are you jumping the gun here? Can you please stick to the script?"

City Lord Yu grabbed the young man's arm with one hand and said excitedly, "With Sect Master Yan here, I can safely leave my son to the Yuxu Sect. Ziheng, kneel down and pay homage to your master."

Without a word, the young boy knelt down and kowtowed firmly: "Ziheng greets Master!"

The childish voice echoed throughout the hall.

The Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace, who loved to read gossip, was so shocked that his jaw dropped and he stuttered when he spoke.

"That's too lascivious. What kind of... what realm is this? Sending your only son to be a disciple of the Yuxu Sect? This... this... is outrageous! If this falls into Yan Huailiu's hands, will he still have a chance to survive?"

The Peak Master sitting next to him clutched his chest, equally shocked but also retorting, "Not necessarily. Sect Master Yan is so powerful, just teaching him a single move would be enough to extend the life of Shuijing City for a few more decades."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of this trick! Just give your son to someone as an apprentice! This isn't even looking for a backer, it's no different from marrying into someone else's family!"

"As expected of City Lord Yu, he's so cheerful in doing something so shameful..."

…

Murong Xuanlang, the young master of Xuanyue Palace, who was among the group of people, sighed helplessly and turned his gaze to Yan Huailiu who was in the main seat.

He felt so tired. Could Sect Master Yan please say something quickly? He didn't want to listen to his father's meaningless discussions with these people anymore.

At this moment, Yan Huailiu was completely under the fire and his mind was blank.

He rehearsed painstakingly for several hours, memorizing his lines carefully according to the procedure.

He messed up his performance within less than twenty minutes of appearing on stage.

What should he say now?

What's the line in this paragraph?

I hate actors who improvise the most!

Ahhhh why don't you follow the script!

He can't remember his lines!

How can such a small thing make such a loud noise?

Is your head really not damaged?

He's not dead yet, why are you kowtow to him? This is the first time in his life that someone has kowtowed to him. He's just stunned, okay?

Gu Xingyun on the side glanced at his master cautiously, and then his almost pitying gaze fell on Yu Ziheng who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.

How pitiful! Why is this city lord so desperate to send his child here to be abused?

This small body...it shouldn't last more than a month, right?

As time went on, the discussion grew louder.

"Heh, I thought Yan Huailiu had changed, but I didn't expect him to be waiting here."

"Leaving someone here without a word is indeed something he could do. Alas... Even if we count for hundreds of years in the Yuxu Sect, we still won't find someone like Yan Huailiu, who doesn't know the slightest bit of etiquette."

"This isn't just a lack of etiquette, this is clearly revenge. Don't you think about what Shuijing City did before?"

"The disaster will not affect the descendants, let alone such a young child. Oh, it hurts me to see you kneeling like that."

…

Everyone in the world of cultivation has excellent hearing.

What's more, these discussions didn't seem to be avoiding people at all. The Lord of Shuijing City could hardly hold back his smile, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

He could only kick his youngest son: "Ziheng, your master may not have heard you. Kowtow to him again, say some auspicious words, and kowtow louder!"

Yu Ziheng looked at his old father with a confused expression, then looked at the man sitting in front of him and did as he was told.

Isn't it just a lucky saying? He just heard it a few days ago.

The childish voice drowned out the noise in the hall.

"Ziheng pays his respects to Master, wishing Master great fortune, longevity, a healthy body, a son, and a happy marriage!"