Even a crude imitation can be quite powerful.

NanGong XiMeng smiled and said, "You just need to have me in your Heart-Nature. It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines; my father also has many Dao Companions."

"Don't even mention my father, even my aunt keeps many male companions, the kind who changes them daily. In this world, the strong are respected, and there are very few people like you who consider others' feelings."

"The fact that you consider me and haven't hidden anything shows that you care about my feelings. You don't need to feel sorry for me, because we are destined Dao Companions. If there's anything wrong, it can only mean that I appeared too late and couldn't secure my place by your side earlier."

Xiao Fan was dumbfounded. Is she really this considerate?

His original intention was to manage the relationships between his women.

Because in his imagination, NanGong XiMeng, who could become the Tiandao Sect's Goddess, would definitely not tolerate others getting involved with him.

What he had to do was make her accept his idea of having many wives and concubines.

Who knew she would drop a bombshell right away, saying she would accept everything about him?

"Are you really not bothered?" Xiao Fan tentatively confirmed.

"No."

"However, if you want to marry me, you might still need my father's permission," NanGong XiMeng said seriously.

"That's no problem, I'll make the old geezer... my father-in-law agree," Xiao Fan vowed confidently.

As they expressed their feelings, their relationship grew closer again.

This conquest was extremely simple; Xiao Fan even felt like he was being counter-conquered.

He felt a little regretful for not having displayed his superb skills.

Perhaps life is always imperfect like this.

The deepening of their relationship made them companions who could talk about anything, and they conversed happily.

While Xiao Fan and NanGong XiMeng were chatting intimately, in the Saint Hall, the Grand Elder received two guests.

The fact that the Grand Elder personally received them spoke volumes about their importance.

"Old fellow, where's your Disciple? Didn't you say he mastered your Mixed Sky Vajra Flawless Great Art? Bring him out for a spar."

The speaker was a young man, and the Holy Intention emanating from him was no less than that of the Grand Elder.

He said with some regret, "My good-for-nothing Disciple, after countless years of trials and tribulations with me in the Chaos, has only barely managed to cultivate into a Taiyi Golden Immortal and forge a Chaotic Half-Light Immortal Body. Truly good-for-nothing."

He pretended to be disappointed, but the pride in his tone was impossible to hide.

Behind him stood a handsome young man with a heroic demeanor and sharp, star-like eyes, giving off the impression of a young Genius.

Beside him, a bird-man quietly sipping tea was the same.

"Boring, you little brat, showing off again, and even pretending."

"I hope your Disciple doesn't get beaten to a pulp when he meets my Disciple."

The bird-man's back had folded wings, each divine feather gleaming with golden light, and the shimmering specks resembled a brilliant starry river, radiating splendor.

Despite being filled with Demonic Qi, he was incomparably sacred, and every word and action carried an ineffable meaning.

"Let me tell you this: my Disciple was born with the Myriad Swords Immortal Body. I extracted Chaos Divine Iron from the depths of Chaos to forge him a Chaos Sword Bone; with every movement, it embodies the vastness and grandeur of the world's genesis."

"Those with weak Heart-Nature cannot even directly face my Disciple's Sword moves."

"Hehe, do you think that's all? Then you are gravely mistaken. He has even comprehended my unique Nine Swords to Eliminate the Saint. Although it's only a superficial understanding, he is absolutely unrivaled among his peers."

Behind the bird-man stood a tall young man, standing proudly like a sword. His gaze was sharp, and a strong Sword Intent emanated from him.

He was as unmoving as a mountain, yet possessed the Aura to cleave thunder and lightning.

The Grand Elder watched these two old geezers showing off how powerful their Disciples were in front of him.

Could he tolerate this?

He summoned Feng Yuanqing, intending to spar with these two and see who was the true Revered Master of Prodigies!

"Revered Master."

Feng Yuanqing quickly arrived.

The Grand Elder introduced, "These two old geezers are barely your Junior Martial Uncles. Say hello."

Feng Yuanqing was stunned. Old geezers? This introduction method was quite unique.

However, he still complied, cupping his hands in a bow and saying,

"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncles."

Despite calling them Junior Martial Uncles, Feng Yuanqing was certain that these two were not from the Saint Hall.

The two also sized up Feng Yuanqing, secretly nodding in approval. He did have some strength.

The Grand Elder was not at all modest. He said,

"Feng'er, those two are your Junior Martial Uncles' Disciples. Each of them is incredibly skilled, and they both want to spar with you to see what you're made of."

The bird-man said, "It's normal for Disciples to interact and spar. Could it be that you have no confidence in your Disciple?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? You all treat your Disciples like sons, but I'm different. I let my Disciple grow freely because I know that none of you know how to teach Disciples, unlike me, who teaches according to their aptitude."

The Grand Elder retorted.

The three of them started arguing, without any of the airs of a Saint.

The Sword Cultivator behind the bird-man stepped forward. His eyes were bright and sharp as a sword's edge.

"My name is Sword Changkong."

"You are very strong. I wonder how many of my Sword moves you can take."

He spoke eagerly, wishing to immediately determine superiority with Feng Yuanqing.

Feng Yuanqing didn't understand.

This person's tone was a bit stiff, and he immediately issued a challenge. Had he never spoken normally to others?

Feng Yuanqing naturally couldn't lose his Aura. He said,

"I'm afraid your sword is too dull to cause me any harm."

Sword Changkong's Sword Intent erupted, and the longsword on his back hummed with excitement.

The other person also walked over, his eyes filled with excitement, like a battle maniac.

"You don't mind me, Xu Yangsheng, joining, do you?"

Feng Yuanqing looked confused. Are neither of these two normal?

He smiled and said, "You really want to spar?"

"Of course, I need to defeat you and use your failure to establish my path of invincibility," Sword Changkong said.

"Me too!" Xu Yangsheng echoed.

Seeing the two of them, Feng Yuanqing knew that if he didn't show some real skill, he wouldn't be able to get away.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll draw a circle for the two of you. If you can escape from it, I'll consider you winners."

Such an arrogant challenge was unbearable for anyone.

Sword Changkong felt insulted and said coldly, "How is this a spar? Are you sure you're not here to humiliate me?"

Xu Yangsheng felt the same; he felt belittled, and that feeling was too unpleasant.

"If you can't win, you can just admit defeat. There's no need for such perfunctory tactics."

The three were at loggerheads. Among Prodigies of the same generation, no one would admit to being inferior to others.

Feng Yuanqing shook his head and said, "First, I don't mean to look down on you."

"Second, I've already been defeated by someone else. If you want to step on me to reach the top, I'm afraid it won't work."

The two's expressions changed. What? Feng Yuanqing was actually defeated by someone else?!

Although they didn't want to admit it, they had heard of Feng Yuanqing's reputation and knew he was the most outstanding Genius of the Saint Hall.

"Finally, you'd best put away your contempt, lest you can't even break out of a single circle."

Hearing that his Disciple had been defeated, the Grand Elder found it unbelievable. Huh? How could he be defeated by someone else?

"Feng'er, when did this happen? Why don't I know?"

"Revered Master, we can talk about this later. First, I'll let these two arrogant Prodigies know that there's always someone better, and a higher Heavenly Dao."

With that, Feng Yuanqing used his finger as a brush, writing with a solemn expression.

With a gentle movement of his fingertip, a deep gully was carved into the ground.

Feng Yuanqing was incredibly serious, so much so that sweat poured down his face, and his breathing became rapid.

Xu Yangsheng and Sword Changkong watched Feng Yuanqing's actions with skepticism, not seeing how powerful it was.

But the Grand Elder and the other two, however, saw the subtle clues and revealed looks of horror.

"Good heavens, when did you secretly teach your Disciple spatial Saint Arts?"

"No, you haven't comprehended the Dao of space, have you?"

"Shrinking the ground into an inch, drawing a circle to form a prison, and even overlaying it with a So close yet so far away (a short distance that feels like a vast expanse) - what excellent technique!"

The two praised him, both seeing that Feng Yuanqing's technique was not simple.

Only the Grand Elder was bewildered. No, I didn't teach you this. How did you comprehend it?

Although a bit confused, the Grand Elder still feigned profundity and said, "If I don't teach these things, can't my Disciple comprehend them on his own?"

"Ridiculous."

As the few chatted and laughed, Feng Yuanqing also let out a long breath and said, "Although I can't perfectly replicate this move, I've greatly benefited from it."

"Please," Feng Yuanqing said to the two.

Sword Changkong was unconvinced. He said, "I want to see what you've got."

He stepped in, and his entire body froze, unable to move. The circle's line was right before his eyes, but he couldn't cross it no matter what.

Xu Yangsheng said, "Hey, what are you staring at?"

Feng Yuanqing said to him, "Go in and push him, see if you can push him out."

Xu Yangsheng didn't believe it at all. A casually drawn circle could trap him? Without thinking much, he stepped in.

Like Sword Changkong, the distance that felt within reach was impossible to cross.

In the end, it was Feng Yuanqing's insufficient strength; the magical power on the circle was depleted, and only then did the two walk out.

However, the two no longer had any contempt, looking at Feng Yuanqing with utmost seriousness.

Feng Yuanqing smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I was once trapped within it and gained a hint of comprehension from it, replicating it. That's all."

"It was this circle that defeated me. It's normal for you to lose to this move as well."

The two were still unwilling to admit defeat. They felt that if they were given a little more time, they could definitely break through the circle with their own strength and walk out.

But Feng Yuanqing's next words completely shattered their hopeful thoughts.

"Let me put it this way: this circle is just my clumsy imitation of it, with less than one ten-thousandth of its power. Can you imagine the feeling of insignificance when placed within a starry river?"

"When I stood inside the circle, it was as if I was trapped in a boundless starry river cage. No matter how I struggled, I couldn't see the way forward."

"It was like being an ant, toyed with by others."

Ant!

These two words deeply stung their Heart-Nature.

All along, they had carried the name of Genius, always adorned with honor, viewing everyone else as nothing.

Ant was a term they used only for the weak.

When these two words were applied to themselves, they felt their dignity had been trampled.

"If your goal is just to defeat me, then I can only laugh at your short-sightedness for not having seen a true expert," Feng Yuanqing said calmly.

Sword Changkong took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He said, "Where is the person you spoke of?"

Xu Yangsheng also said, "You've already been defeated by someone else, so there's no need for me to make you my goal. Tell me that person's name."

Feng Yuanqing shook his head: "I don't know either, but I think I will meet him again."