"Who would have thought that I would personally bring the son-in-law of the Zhan Clan back from the Sea of Oblivion? Alas, poor Fatty, he is still all alone. Things have completely exceeded Fatty's expectations."
Wu Ji sighed deeply.
"Fellow Daoist, are you saying that the Zhan Clan's son-in-law came from the Forgotten River Sea?" someone asked curiously.
“That’s right,” Wu Ji said. “He’s someone I personally saved, and he considers me his elder brother.”
"Oh, he still acknowledges you as his elder brother?" someone nearby exclaimed in surprise.
"Indeed, my little brother here is exceptionally talented. Under my guidance, he..."
"Fatty, what are you saying?"
Ye Qiu suddenly appeared behind Wu Ji and patted Wu Ji on the shoulder.
Ye Qiu, dressed in a long red robe, was handsome and extraordinary, with an ethereal air.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of those around him.
Wu Ji jumped to his feet and hurriedly said, "Hey, Ye..."
"Huh?" Ye Qiu's eyes widened.
"Brother Ling, I misspoke." Wu Ji immediately corrected himself; he had almost called him Brother Ye.
Those around couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.
“Brother, that’s not what you said just now.”
Some people joked about it.
"Really?" Wu Ji scratched his head. "I just said that I brought Brother Ling from the Forgotten River Sea to Dragon Flame City, that's right."
"You're right, Young Master Ling has sworn allegiance to you as his elder brother," someone kindly reminded him.
"Go away, get out of here. Stop talking nonsense. My brother Ling is my brother, my best brother for life. You must have misheard me." Wu Ji waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright," Ye Qiu laughed. "Don't worry too much about these things. Eat and drink well today, so you won't be too weak to handle a beating later."
"Hey, Brother Ling, what are you saying..."
Wu Ji gave a dry laugh.
He dared to confront those around him, but he dared not confront Ye Qiu.
Just then, a guest next to him sneered with a half-smile, "Wu Ji, I know you. You must be the young master of the Wu family. Tsk tsk, I never thought that the dignified young master of the Wu family would stoop so low as to have to curry favor with others. How pathetic."
"What did you say?" Wu Ji stood up angrily: "Dare you say it again?"
"So what if I say it? Someone like you would have died countless times by now if it weren't for the Wu family backing you up."
The guests mocked them.
"Okay, very good."
Wu Ji was eager to make a move, but Ye Qiu stopped him.
Ye Qiu said earnestly, "Today is my wedding day, it is not appropriate for you to make a move."
"Okay, Brother Ling, I'll give you face."
Wu Ji sat down again.
He still had a smile on his face, but Ye Qiu could tell that Wu Ji was really unhappy.
"Ha, what kind of thing is this, daring to make a sound here?"
The guest continued his mockery, seemingly convinced that Wu Ji wouldn't dare to make a move.
After all, today is Ling Dao's wedding.
Wu Ji was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he managed to hold back.
But at that moment, Ye Qiu suddenly reached out, grabbed the guest by the hair, and slapped him twice.
The guest was stunned: "You...you..."
"What do you mean, 'you'?" Ye Qiu said coldly. "Wu Ji is my brother. If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, I'll kill you. Apologize immediately."
"Yes, yes." The guest immediately said, "Young Master Ling, I know I was wrong, and I will apologize to Young Master Wu right away."
"Let's begin."
Ye Qiu released the guest.
The guest turned to Wu Ji and said with utmost sincerity, "Young Master Wu, I misspoke just now, I apologize."
"Alright, I'm magnanimous and will forgive you this once."
"Thank you, Young Master Wu."
The guests bowed repeatedly.
He wasn't afraid of Wu Ji, but rather he dared not offend the son-in-law of the Zhan clan.
Wu Ji glanced at Ye Qiu, feeling both surprised and deeply touched.
But Wu Ji said aloud, "Brother Ling is really kind. I'll invite you to the brothel for a few days later."
Bang.
Ye Qiu didn't hold back and smacked Wu Ji on the head: "Go to hell! I'm getting married today, and you want to take me to a brothel? Are you looking for death?"
"Ahem, I must have misspoke."
Wu Ji gave a dry laugh.
"If we're going, it'll be later," Ye Qiu added.
puff.
An elderly guest nearby spat out a mouthful of tea, unable to suppress a laugh.
He gave Ye Qiu a deep look and found this son-in-law of the Zhan clan quite interesting.
"Young Master Ling, would you mind having a drink?"
The elderly guests raised their glasses, beaming with smiles.
"No, no, no." Ye Qiu hurriedly poured a glass of wine and said with a smile, "I should be toasting you. Thank you for gracing this wedding banquet. Although you are giving face to that bastard Zhan Xuan, I am also benefiting from it. Come on, senior, drink up."
Ye Qiu smiled and clinked glasses with the old man.
The old man was both amused and exasperated. Ling Dao's way of speaking was truly refreshing and unconventional.
After finishing his drink, Ye Qiu exchanged a few pleasantries with the old man.
The old man suddenly asked, "Young Master Ling, are you getting used to this world?"
Ye Qiu's heart skipped a beat, but he said calmly, "Life here is very good, I like it very much."
"I'm glad you like it, young master. You can go ahead and get back to work." The old man waved his hand.
"Okay, goodbye."
Ye Qiu left quickly.
After Ye Qiu left, the old man smiled at Wu Ji and said, "You are lucky to have such a brother."
"Senior, what do you mean by that?" Wu Ji asked with a smile.
“He has the countenance of an emperor,” the old man said with a smile.
The mere four words, "the countenance of an emperor," caused Wu Ji's expression to change slightly.
But soon, Wu Ji said disdainfully, "You old geezer, although your words sound auspicious, they seem to be just empty boasting."
"Perhaps." The old man stroked his white beard and laughed, "I have traveled the world for more than two hundred years and have seen countless outstanding talents, but this young master Ling is the only one I cannot see through and has an extraordinary presence."
"Judging from what you're saying, you must be quite old?" Wu Ji asked curiously.
"It's only about four hundred years old."
"Could you please tell me your name?" Wu Ji pressed.
Wu Ji knew very well that people who could survive in the world for more than four hundred years were basically masters among masters.
The old man smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I have long forgotten my real name, but it seems that some people in the world call me the Mysterious Taoist."
"Master Xuanji?" Wu Ji stood up abruptly in surprise: "You...you are the so-called Master Xuanji who knows ten thousand years into the past and ten thousand years into the future?"
“That’s an exaggeration,” said the Taoist Xuanji. “He only knows a little bit of divination, nothing to brag about.”
"Senior Xuanji, could you please help me predict what my future achievements will be like?"
Wu Ji became very interested.
"That's possible; a calculation can be performed with 100,000 coins."
"Huh?" Wu Ji was stunned for a moment: "No way, with my brother Ling's influence, he's not worthy of having Senior Xuanji do a free fortune telling?"
"It's possible, but you have to get Young Master Ling to do me a favor for free. He must not kill or set fires. If you can do that, I can do some divination for you."
"Sure, sure, this is a small problem, I'll take care of it." Wu Ji readily agreed; after all, a promise doesn't cost money, and he could always go back on his word...
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