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Chapter 579 I'd rather believe in ghosts than believe a man's lying mouth.

Before Master Yinian could react to Ming Jingxing's nonsensical words, Lingxi, as if someone had stepped on her sore spot, was the first to retort excitedly.

"Senior Ming, you can't say such things! That's all just wishful thinking on Yang Yumo's part! My master is upright and virtuous, with the world in his heart, and has never had any romantic feelings for her! It's her own stubbornness and hatred that led her to commit so many evil deeds, and it has nothing to do with my master!"

Lingxi's fierce reaction to protect her master's reputation suddenly seemed quite meaningful to Ming Jingxing, who had now become more perceptive in matters of the heart.

He looked into the other person's eyes and saw the affection and protectiveness that went beyond that of an ordinary master and disciple. A look of sudden realization mixed with a hint of amusement appeared on his face.

Ming Jingxing gently nudged Shen Xingmian beside him with his elbow, deliberately speaking in a low voice that everyone could hear.

"Xingmian, this old Taoist priest is quite something. He's so old, his beard is all white, yet he can still attract women? And such a beautiful female disciple at that? Is he practicing some kind of Taoist mental cultivation method, or some kind of bewitching technique?"

His words instantly plunged the room into an awkward, deathly silence!

Lingxi's face instantly turned from red to white, and even the hand holding the whisk was trembling slightly.

"Ming Jingxing, you old bastard!"

Fu Wenzhu shouted directly, wishing she could tear that unrestrained mouth of the other party apart!

Finally, he took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to punch someone, and quickly turned to Yinian Zhenren, trying to divert attention from this suffocating awkwardness by talking about something else.

"Junior brother, don't pay attention to this idiot's nonsense. Speaking of which, I wonder how the hibiscus flowers on the back mountain are doing? Although it's almost the end of their blooming season, there should still be some lingering fragrance to admire. Why don't we..."

He originally intended to use the pretext of flower viewing to give Master Yinian a way out and ease the tension.

However, before he could finish speaking, Lingyou, who had been standing silently behind Master Yinian, interrupted him.

“Uncle-Master, the weather has been uncooperative lately, with frequent winds and rain. The hibiscus flowers on the back mountain have all withered and fallen, leaving nothing to admire.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the people in the hall, before quickly trying to smooth things over.

"Moreover, you have all come from afar and must be exhausted from your journey. The temple has prepared rooms for you, fully equipped. Why don't you come with me to settle down and rest, so that you can conserve your energy for tomorrow's martial arts tournament?"

The slightly somber atmosphere in the hall was instantly broken upon hearing the word "stay".

Yuwen Yi was the first to stand up without hesitation, looking intently at Bai Yue with a fervent tone.

"Brother Dazhuang! I heard that the guest rooms at Zixiao Temple are all divided into courtyards, and they're very spacious! Why don't you stay with us at Feiyun Manor? We brothers can sleep side by side, talk about everything under the sun, and even have a martial arts match. How wonderful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Sijin on the other side immediately stood up, not to be outdone. She put on an innocent and harmless smile and invited Bai Yue in a sweet and cloying voice.

“Brother Dazhuang, why don’t you stay with me? The courtyards assigned to us at Sword Forging Manor are always the most secluded and elegant! Besides, Brother Yi is going to share a room with Brother Ze. It’s so inconvenient for the three of you men to squeeze together!”

Upon hearing that Mo Sijin had poached his wife, Yuwen Yi flew into a rage and pointed his finger at him angrily.

"Mo Sijin, you're talking nonsense! Who said I was going to share a room with Yuwen Ze?! It's definitely just me and my brother Dazhuang living in that room! No one else is allowed in!"

He then retorted sarcastically, making a sarcastic remark with a hint of malice.

"As for Young Master Mo, he's still quite young. I guess he'll have to live with your two good uncles, right? I advise you to keep a close eye on them, lest they cause trouble outside and harass respectable women, bringing shame to your Sword Forging Manor!"

"Yuwen Yi! What did you say?!"

Mo Yutian, who was called out by name, was already furious because of Yuwen Cheng's provocation. Now, when Yuwen Yi mocked him in public, he immediately changed color.

"You dare to slander our brothers? If we don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know how powerful the Sword Forging Manor is!"

Mo Yulong echoed, glaring fiercely at Yuwen Yi.

"You dare to act wildly in front of us? You're asking for death!"

"enough!"

"Shut up!"

Mo Qingyan and Yuwen Xiao spoke at the same time, instantly silencing the four who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

Just then, a gentle voice rang out.

"Everyone, please be patient."

Lu Wangyou first politely bowed to Master Yinian to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for your kindness, Immortal Master, in inviting us to rest on the mountain."

Then, he turned his gaze to Bai Yue, his tone gentle, carrying a feeling that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

“Young man, I see that you have a handsome face, but you have a faint air of melancholy about you, as if you are suffering from some kind of ailment.”

Lu Wangyou paused for a moment, then continued speaking.

"If you don't mind, young brother, you might as well stay with us in Forget-Worry Valley. Everyone in Forget-Worry Valley is a healer, and we are known for our ability to soothe the mind and regulate the body. We also have ancestral medicinal diet recipes. I will personally examine your pulse and prescribe medicine for you. In three to five days, I will definitely be able to bring your body to its peak condition, ensuring that you will be full of energy at the martial arts tournament and win the championship!"

These words sound like they were entirely for Bai Yue's sake, showing thoughtfulness and consideration in every way.

But anyone with eyes could see that his true intentions were no different from those of Yuwen Yi and Mo Sijin; he wanted to use the excuse of "conditioning his body" to monopolize the opportunity to spend time with Bai Yue!

Yuwen Yi was the first to jump out and refute.

"Stop talking nonsense! My brother Da Zhuang is in great shape, he can kill a bull with one punch, why would he need your help? Don't tell me you're trying to pull some tricks on me!"

Mo Sijin nodded in agreement, her face wary.

"That's right! Brother Dazhuang is highly skilled in martial arts and in good health. What ailment could he possibly have? Young Master Lu, you should mind your own business and stop gossiping here!"

Lu Wangyou's smile remained unchanged, but he merely glanced at the two men, his tone carrying a subtle air of superiority. "Gentlemen, please calm down. A doctor's observation goes beyond appearances. Brother Bai appears healthy, but there's a hint of fatigue hidden between his brows, likely from days of travel and mental strain. Such hidden ailments are difficult to detect in normal times, but they could hold you back at crucial moments in the competition, so we must be wary."

He turned to look at Bai Yue, his eyes softening.

“Brother Bai, I am not exaggerating. If you trust me, come back to my courtyard in Forget-Worry Valley with me. I will do my best to treat you. I am not exaggerating at all.”

"I don't believe you for a second! I can't sleep well every night, and that's all thanks to you four 'masters'!"

Looking at Lu Wangyou's smiling face, Bai Yue couldn't help but mentally complain.