23: Aunt, you've finally made your move!

Just as Wu Yang felt a sense of crisis.

The other female Disciple from the Primordial Holy Land opposite him had already taken a step forward, and with a hint of grievance, began to complain to Lu Yi:

"Reporting to Saint! The matter is like this: just now, Senior Brother Shen and I were drinking tea here, and this guy at the neighboring table kept boasting loudly, bragging about how he had taken the Imperial Preceptor as his Revered Master and what a peerless genius he was."

"That would be fine, but as he kept talking, he dared to use you as a comparison, with many words intended to belittle you, saying that your reputation was merely puffed up by the Sect."

"Senior Brother Shen couldn't hold back his anger for a moment, so he rebuked him with the words 'Overestimating your own capabilities', and then he insisted on arguing with Senior Brother Shen."

"Who knew that Senior Brother Shen would also seem to be possessed, insisting on arguing with him, and only then... only then did it escalate into a confrontation, disturbing Your Highness the Saint. I hope the Saint will forgive our sins!"

After listening, Lu Yi already understood in his heart.

This was yet another classic trope of the "Sons of Destiny".

Wu Yang was here bragging to attract hatred, while that unlucky Senior Brother Shen had unfortunately been enveloped by the "Protagonist's Intelligence-Reducing Halo".

Influenced by Luck, he was forcibly made to "lose his mind" and transformed into a "brainless villain" who actively provoked the conflict.

Setting the stage for the protagonist's upcoming face-slapping segment.

At this moment, the named Senior Brother Shen had finally completely sobered up from that inexplicable impulse just now.

Recalling his words and actions from just now, which were completely unlike himself, he only felt a wave of lingering fear and confusion.

He hurriedly walked in front of Lu Yi and apologized with a fearful bow:

"Your Highness the Saint, Disciple... Disciple did not know why just now, but in a moment of impulse, I disturbed the Saint. I truly deserve death!"

Lu Yi waved his hand casually, his expression unreadable:

"It is a small matter, do not take it to heart. Since it is a misunderstanding, it is better to just talk it out. Everyone, disperse."

He wanted to give his two unlucky Disciples a way out, letting them leave first so they wouldn't do anything else mindless.

Who would have thought that Wu Yang on the other side would refuse.

Hearing that Lu Yi was prepared to just brush this matter aside so lightly, Wu Yang stiffened his neck and rebuked him in an offensive tone:

"Wait! Shouldn't he apologize to me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the situation, which had just eased slightly, became awkward again.

The two Disciples of the Primordial Holy Land both looked at Wu Yang as if looking at a fool.

Lu Yi chuckled inwardly:

"I gave you a way out, but not only did you not take it, you even jumped up yourself to court death."

He slowly turned around, looking at the arrogant Wu Yang with a smiling expression:

"Oh? Do you think what he said just now makes no sense?"

Without waiting for Wu Yang to answer, Lu Yi continued:

"But I actually think everything he said is a fact. You are indeed overestimating your own capabilities. Why is there a need to apologize to you for the truth?"

These words were ten times more insulting than Senior Brother Shen's previous remark of "overestimating your own capabilities".

Wu Yang was provoked until his face turned bright red, blood rushing to his head, and he shouted angrily:

"Whether I am overestimating my own capabilities or not, we will only know after we compete!"

"Fine."

Lu Yi sneered, as if he had heard some huge joke:

"If you can take one move from me, I will have him kneel down and kowtow to apologize to you, how about that?"

"Stop looking down on people!"

Wu Yang roared, and the spiritual power of his Late Stage Purple Mansion Realm exploded instantly, having just set up an attacking stance.

However, his voice had not yet completely faded.

Lu Yi's figure, already like a ghost, crossed the distance between the two and appeared instantly in front of him.

A massive palm, wrapped in the brilliant Power of the Stars, did not give him any time to react and landed solidly on his chest.

"Bang!"

Wu Yang's entire body flew backward uncontrollably.

However, just at the moment when Lu Yi's palm was about to land on his chest.

A brilliant light suddenly burst from his embrace, forming a tough light barrier that forcibly neutralized most of the power in Lu Yi's strike.

Even so, that terrifying penetrating force still shook his blood and Qi, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The green jade pendant in his embrace, after the light dissipated, also made a "crack" sound, its surface covered with fine cracks.

Wu Yang fell to the ground, looking at the shattered jade pendant in his embrace, his eyes instantly turning crimson, eyes splitting with rage.

This was a Magic Treasure for protection personally bestowed upon him by his Revered Master!

It was his most cherished treasure!

Anger and humiliation completely overwhelmed all his reason at this moment.

He leapt up from the ground, letting out a beast-like roar from his mouth.

He actually disregarded the chasm-like gap in strength between the two sides and launched an attack at Lu Yi, who was in the Late Stage Guiyi Realm.

Watching Wu Yang rushing towards him, the sneer on the corner of Lu Yi's mouth grew even thicker.

He slowly raised his right hand, and within his palm, a terrifying spiritual power capable of instantly blasting Wu Yang into slag began to condense.

However, this lethal palm strike of his was slow to be unleashed.

He was waiting.

From the moment he walked down the stairs, he had sensed a faint Divine Sense that had been secretly observing the entire scene.

That Divine Sense was very obscure.

Thinking about it, that must be his cheap "Martial Aunt".

Sure enough, just as Wu Yang's attack was about to touch the corner of Lu Yi's clothes, and at the moment Lu Yi was "pretending" to strike down with that lethal palm.

A crisp female voice resounded throughout the entire Drunken Immortal Tower:

"Stop!"

Accompanying this crisp shout was a gentle yet irresistible wave of massive spiritual power.

This spiritual power acted precisely on the rushing Wu Yang, violently blasting him backward.

But at the same time, it cleverly removed all the force, not letting him suffer even the slightest bit of harm.

Immediately after, that voice sounded again, this time with an unquestionable and overbearing tone in its words:

"Today's matter ends here, everyone disperse. I hope Saint Lu can come upstairs for a chat."

After Wu Yang was blasted back, he felt this voice was exceptionally familiar, but he didn't think much of it.

After the impulsive anger faded, he also realized how impulsive and reckless his behavior just now had been.

He climbed up from the ground, gritted his teeth, and glared at Lu Yi with an extremely unwilling look.

Leaving behind the harsh words "I will remember today's humiliation", he then left the Drunken Immortal Tower in a sorry state amidst the complex gazes of the crowd.

Seeing that the main person had appeared, Lu Yi took the opportunity to dissipate the spiritual power in his palm.

A waitress from the restaurant had appeared by his side at some point, bowing respectfully to him and making a "please" gesture.

He followed the waitress, walking towards the upper floor, thinking to himself:

"Martial Aunt, you have finally made a move! If you hadn't come, I would have really beaten your precious Disciple to death!"

At the same time, he was also curious about what his "Martial Aunt" looked like.

After all, he still remembered the task the Old Ancestor had arranged for him.

Later, he would have to see if this "Martial Aunt" was to his liking...