But how many people could have imagined that General Feng, the figure of legends, was actually so young? In fact, Feng Yi had always been ageless, his appearance had remained unchanged for years. His continuously evolving genes greatly slowed down physical aging, and with the anti-aging potions gifted by the Blade Warrior, he would look the same even in ten or twenty years.

At this moment, Feng Yi's gaze was electric. Despite his restrained aura, after all, he was a renowned figure renowned across the world for his literary and martial prowess and dual magnificence, an ambiance that immediately caused the women present to fall into a brief stupor.

However, Feng Yi was quite embarrassed at the moment. He hadn't expected to jump into such a formal occasion. After briefly introducing his identity to an elder, he planned to apologize publicly—for it was a matter of etiquette.

As for how to apologize, there were many ways. Feng Yi, always clever, decided to handle the situation his own way, being a man accustomed to turning the tables.

"Timing is often better than haste." Just then, Ya Ru suddenly spoke up, her almond eyes unblinkingly staring at Feng Yi as she beheld the young and suave general who resembled an anime character, saying, "Since General Feng has arrived unexpectedly, why not act as a witness for Butterfly and me?"

"Being invited by a beauty is indeed my honor, but I wonder..." Feng Yi responded in his slightly bewildered voice, his smile awkward yet polite. He then silently sought assistance from Wu Tian through meaningful glances, unable to deny the sensation of having recklessly entered a situation hard to escape from, feeling as if whatever he did at this point would be deemed inappropriate—he was late, after all, and in some ways disruptive.

However, Wu Tian made no response. He saw but feigned ignorance, adopting an indifferent manner that inevitably irritated Feng Yi…

Ya Ru simply smiled lightly, her charming eyes soft as she explained it was a verbal duel between her and Mengdie.

To such affairs, Feng Yi didn't consider himself qualified to participate, yet he could still say a few words, "Mengdie is not known for her eloquence; is this so-called 'verbal duel' carried out in written form?"

Mengdie briefly met Feng Yi's gaze, then quickly averted her eyes, lowering her eyelids.

Yet to Feng Yi's remarks, Ya Ru responded with evident pride, "That's not necessarily true. The essence of a 'verbal duel' lies in one's talent and the agility of their mental aridity and verbal organization. Without that, what's the talk of a duel about?"

This well… Feng Yi was indeed a man full of wits and strategies, good in every aspect, but he had a habit: he had to repay any debts. He particularly remembered the last time he dueled with Kexiao at the Double Stars; it was Mengdie who intervened, or else the consequences would have been unimaginable. But if not for Mengdie, he wouldn't have been reduced to a state where he couldn't beat Kexiao—he had to acknowledge that as Mengdie's unintended fault.

Thinking this, Feng Yi decided to express his opinion, at least to say something. Though he didn't feel particularly qualified to speak at length, the facts were as they were. Comparatively, he felt that this girl before him was indeed malicious at heart, so he spread his hands and chuckled, "Gentlemen are accustomed to enhancing others' beauty; I'd suggest another method, but beauties have their privileges, so I do not intend to intervene in this dispute."

Feng Yi was deliberately ambiguous, of course—internally siding with Mengdie, who clearly heard but showed no reaction.

This time, it seemed to increasingly irritate the listener; with every mention of 'Miss Mengdie' and 'enhancing others' beauty,' wasn't he implying she was being deliberately difficult? While previously she had a favorable impression of this renowned federal general, for his looks, talents, and fame were indeed among the world's finest, after hearing these words, Ya Ru felt nothing but irritation. She said, "It's funny you should say that, given that General Feng is unmatched in both literary and military strategy and is a distinguished guest of the Jade Clear Sect, perhaps you could step in for Miss Butterfly to respond, how about that?"

Hey, hey, this wasn't how the script was supposed to go! He had just made it clear that he didn't want to get involved in this dispute, but why did it seem like whatever he didn't want, the opposite happened? Feng Yi's heart raced with countless alpacas trampling past—a scene that could only be described as explosive—although his expression remained calm, a flicker of difference flashed across his face just then.

Ya Ru's words left the sect leader of Tianyin Sect's face flushed white... She wanted to stop Ya Ru from speaking disrespectfully, wondering if she even knew what position she held. But once words were spoken, they could not be taken back, and the hidden sect always adhered to the principle that promises must be kept. This girl was usually very intelligent, so why did she suddenly lose her temper?

Even Feng Yi, who was normally so mild-tempered, found himself irritated by her remark. Damn it! Do I not have dignity? After all, I'm also a federal general. Isn't this woman being too unreasonable? Although he truly didn't care about personal dignity, he couldn't afford to lose national prestige outside. If he refused to return, how could he hold his head high? Did she really think he was afraid of her?

There was a flaw. Mengdie's gaze was like water, seemingly guessing the thoughts in Feng Yi's heart, her delicate body swayed slightly.

Although Feng Yi inwardly complained constantly, he maintained his usual expression and put on a deep, unfathomable smile as if he were the helpless boy-next-door, and said, "What answer do you want from me?"

"It's simple. I throw out the first line, and you respond with the second."

Damn, it's like that? Feng Yi wanted to put on a hearing aid and call Eggy to secretly assist him, but that was impossible. Fortunately, he was well-read—even through the years of turmoil, Feng Yi spent his usual time not only playing games but also studying tactics and ancient military strategies.

At that moment, he even began to think of a way out. If he truly couldn't respond, he'd just laugh it off to bury the hatchet—yes, just give up before the other person finished speaking, using a tone that a brother wouldn't want to argue with a sister, and then add a final comment about the awesomeness of youth, concluding that the future world belonged to the young. This perfect solution showed his brilliance; truly worthy of being him!

"Brother, it's settled." As Feng Yi secretly reveled in his pride, Ya Ru softly began, "The Tianyin Sect has a legacy, hear it echoed from all directions through the ages, myriad disciples everywhere, yet no soldiers accompany them?"

What a line, insinuating that Tianyin Sect had countless disciples, and yet he, as a federal general, had no one accompanying him? If Feng Yi was initially merely helpless, at this moment, he was truly angered and responded, "The Blazing Legion is as fierce as a tiger, armored horses claiming territories, sweeping through every region, the insignificant Tianyin Sect is easily subdued."

As soon as he spoke, the crowd erupted into an uproar. Feng Yi's statement wasn't wrong—no matter how many disciples Tianyin Sect had, they couldn't withstand the iron flood of the Blazing Legion. Y Qinyin at the back was shocked and unfortunately couldn't keep up with Ya Ru's pace.

Ya Ru said, "The outer paths are considered righteous, beyond the heavens there exists Tianzong, observing the wind and snow on Immortal Mountain, reflecting on flowers and moons at Jade Clear Sect."

These words finally eased Qingyin's anxious heart, suddenly earning cheers from all disciples of Tianyin Sect… Even the major sects couldn't help but secretly praise this poem, with some closing their eyes and nodding their heads rhythmically.

Feng Yi was slightly taken aback, originally thinking it would be some profound and incomprehensible sentence. Just this, huh? This contest was simply about quick wit—who was the most clever and why should he be afraid.

He said, "Stepping over mountains and waters under the fading sun, invited to ascend Jade Clear Sect, reflecting on the wind, poetry, and Mengdie, savoring tea, wine, and the fragrance of a beauty."

As he said the final lines, he casually brushed aside a strand of Mengdie's hanging hair, gently sniffing it by his nose.

If it came down to a contest of wits, Feng Yi was not afraid at all. Of course, Feng Yi's actions were entirely about putting pressure on the opponent, setting a powerful, unspoken aesthetic against Mengdie's beauty.

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