Chapter 15

"Such a grand display, is the person on that large bird the master of the Xuantian Sect?" Yang Dingtian asked.

"Master? Just an ordinary disciple clearing the way. Riding the Peng, warning all ships ahead not to obstruct the Yun Tian Sect's route," Ximen Wuyuan said, a hint of coldness and mockery in the corners of his mouth.

"This, this is too overbearing," Yang Dingtian said.

"Yes, it is indeed overbearing!" Ximen Wuyuan said, his lips curling with a faint coldness and ridicule.

It wasn't just overbearing; Yang Dingtian noticed that all the ships on the sea not only cleared the route but also stopped, forming neat rows on both sides, as if waiting for the Xuantian Sect's large ships to pass by. Even the ships about to dock immediately left the pier and lined up on both sides of the sea, clearing the entire bustling pier to await the arrival of the Xuantian Sect's ships. The once busy and noisy sea surface suddenly became eerily quiet.

After more than an hour, Yang Dingtian's eyes were almost sore from looking, and the Xuantian Sect's large ships finally arrived.

There were ten large ships in total, each one entirely white, magnificent and imposing, standing out among all the other ships on the sea.

As the white ships passed, every ship lined up neatly, waving flags in salute. However, there was no response from the Xuantian Sect's white ships. Each large ship carried a white-robed disciple who coldly stared at the ships on both sides.

The Yunxiao City's large ship also sent people to wave flags in salute, but they did not have everyone line up on the deck. Immediately, a white-robed disciple on the Xuantian Sect's ship gave a cold stare.

Ximen Wuyuan, with disdain, turned his gaze away and even stopped the flag-waving. Although this Yunxiao City Lord was gentle and refined, he was indeed rebellious and unyielding inside.

A disciple of the Xuantian Sect, seeing Yunxiao City's response, turned cold and immediately went down to report. Ximen Wuyuan just smiled with disdain.

"Father, if we do this, the Xuantian Sect will surely humiliate us even more at the grand banquet," Ximen Yan said, walking over and speaking softly.

"No matter, a few words of ridicule mean nothing," Ximen Wuyuan said coldly. "The Xuantian Sect is overbearing, but apart from words, what can they do to me, Ximen Wuyuan?"

Though his voice was calm, it was filled with a majestic aura. Instantly, Ximen Yan's eyes were filled with admiration, and even Yang Dingtian couldn't help but be deeply moved. Ximen Wuyuan was kind and respectful to the weak and unyielding to the strong, truly the demeanor of a great master.

After more than an hour, the Xuantian Sect's fleet finally docked, and the other ships on the sea began to set sail again.

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"Child, we are about to part ways," Ximen Wuyuan said in Yang Dingtian's cabin. "Once you enter the Yin-Yang Sect, we will be separated by thousands of miles. But with your exceptional talent, I believe it won't be long before I hear your legend in Yunxiao City."

"But before we part, I have one last question for you," Ximen Wuyuan said. "I want to betroth Yan Yan to you and make you the next master of Yunxiao City. Are you willing?"

"Bang..." Outside the door, it sounded like something fell to the ground.

Ximen Wuyuan ignored it and continued, "I will do everything to cultivate you. As I said before, what the Yin-Yang Sect can give you, I might also be able to give."

"Father, I don't want to..." Outside, Ximen Yan Yan's voice, filled with fear and anger, was heard, followed by a gust of fragrant wind and a fiery red figure rushing in.

"Out..." Ximen Wuyuan suddenly shouted.

Instantly, a powerful energy pushed Ximen Yan Yan's delicate body several meters away, and the cabin door closed.

Ximen Wuyuan looked at Yang Dingtian with expectant eyes, waiting for his final answer.

Yang Dingtian's mind was in turmoil, not because he didn't know what to choose—he had already made his decision. But facing Ximen Wuyuan's earnest gaze, he found it hard to refuse.

He truly admired Ximen Wuyuan. Ximen Yan Yan was very charming, and her personality was similar to his girlfriend on Earth, both fiery and wild. However, Li Bihan was more mature and bold, while Ximen Yan Yan was wild yet innocent.

"Sorry, Lord Ximen, I cannot accept," Yang Dingtian deeply bowed.

"Hmph..." Outside, Ximen Yan Yan's disdainful and angry cold snort was heard.

"Ah..." Ximen Wuyuan sighed lightly. "I knew this would be the answer, but I still couldn't help but feel disappointed."

Then, Ximen Wuyuan touched Yang Dingtian's head and said, "Good child, I believe you will shine brightly in the Yin-Yang Sect. When we meet again, please go easy on me..."

Yang Dingtian was instantly embarrassed. "You, you are so powerful, how could I possibly be your match? Besides, I respect you so much, how could I ever lay a hand on you?"

"Ha ha... Who can predict the future?" Ximen Wuyuan said.

"Child, I don't want to pry into your privacy, but I think you came all this way to the Yin-Yang Sect not just to join, but for something important. However, the Yin-Yang Sect will likely be very busy for a long time, and you probably won't see any important figures, or even enter the sect," Ximen Wuyuan said. "Do you have any plans for what to do next?"

Yang Dingtian, despite having some plans in mind, shook his head. He was also unsure. Originally, he thought it would be simple to go directly to the Yin-Yang Sect Master's wife and hand over the flame pendant. But now, he realized how naive that was. With his status, he couldn't even enter the Yin-Yang Sect, let alone see the Master's wife. He couldn't just show the flame pendant to any disciple and say it was a token of love from the Yin-Yang Sect Master to his wife, and that he was the Master's direct disciple and future Master, asking them to let him in.

If he did that, Yang Dingtian would be beaten half to death. Moreover, his Master, Dongfang Niemie, had said not to reveal his identity to anyone except the Master's wife and sister. More importantly, his Master's information was a complete secret, and Yang Dingtian couldn't tell anyone except the Master's wife.

"However, I do have important matters that require me to enter the Yin-Yang Sect and see important figures," Yang Dingtian said, maintaining his composure.

"Going in like this, you definitely won't be able to enter the Yin-Yang Sect, let alone see important figures," Ximen Wuyuan said. "I could take you in, but you've seen our Yunxiao City's awkward and special position. You will be staying in the Yin-Yang Sect, and taking you in would not only be of no benefit to you but could also harm you."

"I thought about it, and the only thing you can do is to present a gift at the Yin-Yang Sect's main gate, as a wandering martial artist. However, there are at least seventy to eighty thousand people presenting gifts, so your gift might be ignored after a couple of hours. Therefore, you must present a very important gift to attract the attention of the Yin-Yang Sect's important figures."

Then, Ximen Wuyuan took out a fiery red jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Yang Dingtian. "This is the Li Huo Jiu Huan Pendant, a very famous item, once worn by the third Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, and later lost. The Yin-Yang Sect once announced that anyone who could present this Li Huo Jiu Huan Pendant would have almost any request granted, whether it be weapons, ammunition, treasures, or even joining the Yin-Yang Sect."

"So, as long as you have this Li Huo Jiu Huan Pendant, even the Master of the Yin-Yang Sect will personally receive you, as it is an ancestral relic," Ximen Wuyuan said, instinctively caressing the pendant before placing it in Yang Dingtian's hand.

"Don't give it to him, Father, this is your most cherished item, you've worn it for decades," Ximen Yan Yan rushed in again.

"Out..." Ximen Wuyuan waved his sleeve, pushing Ximen Yan Yan out again.

"Lord Ximen, this item is too precious, I cannot accept it," Yang Dingtian quickly returned the fiery red jade pendant to Ximen Wuyuan.

"Take it, it's just a trinket. Keeping it would only lead to indulgence, and it's better to give it to you as a stepping stone," Ximen Wuyuan said.

Yang Dingtian still hesitated to accept it.

Ximen Wuyuan's eyebrows shot up. "Take it, don't be petty. It would make me look down on you."

"Thank you, Lord Ximen, I will repay your great kindness in the future," Yang Dingtian had to accept the Li Huo Jiu Huan Pendant and bowed deeply again. With this item, he could indeed meet his Master's wife directly.

Ximen Wuyuan waved his hand and took out a bag of gold coins, handing it to Yang Dingtian. "Take this money, it might be useful."

"Yes!" Yang Dingtian didn't hesitate and took the bag of gold coins.

"Alright, go up, there's a small boat waiting for you on the sea," Ximen Wuyuan waved his hand.

Yang Dingtian didn't speak, bowed deeply again, and then turned to leave.

"Wait..." Ximen Wuyuan took out a thin book from his pocket and handed it to Yang Dingtian. "This 'Shengyang Jue' is a cultivation method compiled by the generations of Yunxiao City Lords. It's not a high-level martial arts treasure, but a basic method of breathing and energy circulation, one level higher than 'Tian Di Jue.' Practicing this method daily can improve your cultivation efficiency and does not interfere with your Yin-Yang Sect's martial arts training."

Yang Dingtian almost trembled as he took the thin book. Though it was light, it felt like a thousand pounds in his hands. He had refused Ximen Wuyuan's kindness twice, yet Ximen Wuyuan still bestowed such deep affection and kindness, making Yang Dingtian almost shed tears.

"Great kindness needs no thanks," Yang Dingtian bowed deeply again, then turned and pushed the door open to leave.

Outside, the incomparably beautiful Ximen Yan Yan stood at the door, staring at Yang Dingtian with wide eyes, looking at the items in his hands and coldly snorting, "You have such a thick face, you really accepted everything my father gave you."

Yang Dingtian didn't get angry at her words, nodded slightly, and smiled. "Miss Ximen, take care."

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