A slight blush swept across Gong Ziyu's beautiful face, she glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, and seeing his calm expression, indifferent as if nothing had happened, she continued, "I am nearly twenty years older than Sect Leader Wang, such an age gap is quite obvious, no one would be blind enough not to see it..."
The Manor Lord of Sword Whistling Manor, Song Jianming, replied, "Palace Master, your words are inaccurate. Though the Palace Master is older, her appearance does not show any signs of aging. With a youthful face and figure, sitting next to Sect Leader Wang, it's easy to misunderstand..."
Song Jianming's words were indeed true. Despite being forty years old, Gong Ziyu had maintained her youthful appearance expertly, with fair and tender skin, without a trace of wrinkles, and shiny black hair elegantly styled into a beautiful bun with a hairpin inserted horizontally. Her eyes and brows carried hints of youthful innocence and purity, completely devoid of old age. Her body was plump but proportionate, with a slim waist as delicate as a young girl's, making her look as if she were only in her twenties.
Following Song Jianming's comnt, Gong Ziyu's face flushed even more. She instinctively glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing his calm smile with a hint of indifference. She unexpectedly bowed slightly to Wang Xiaoqiang, with a composed expression, saying, "Whoever wants to misunderstand, let them do so. I'm sitting here no matter what today."
Fan Renruo, consud by jealousy, flashed a sinister smile and said, "Why not just have the Palace Master marry Sect Leader Wang, I think they make a perfect pair..."
Joking is one thing, but taking it too far is another. Gong Ziyu, naturally aloof, had been increasingly irritated by Fan Renruo's insolent remarks. Not wanting to create a scene at Wang Xiaoqiang's promotion ceremony, she had tolerated his provocations. However, as he continued with such malicious jokes, her face changed, and she glared fiercely at Fan Renruo, sneering, "Fan Renruo, read your na backwards..."
As soon as she said this, everyone at the table silently read "Fan Renruo" backwards...
Fan Renruo, Ren Fan, Trouble Maker!
Upon realizing this, everyone's face displayed hints of amusent and mockery.
Fan Renruo, understanding the implied aning, stood up angrily, pointing at Gong Ziyu and shouting, "Gong Ziyu, what do you an by this?"
"What do you an, you still don't get it? Everyone understands it!" Gong Ziyu replied coldly with a sneer.
Fan Renruo, livid, summoned his Immortal Sword and angrily pointed it at Gong Ziyu, yelling, "Gong Ziyu, you shaless woman, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll never learn so respect..."
His shout imdiately drew everyone's attention in the dining room, turning the once lively scene into sudden silence as everyone stared at Fan Renruo.
"How dare you!" Wang Xiaoqiang lifted his eyes coldly and said in a deep voice, "Causing trouble in my territory, you're really not putting in your eyes, are you?"
Fan Renruo imdiately backed down, withdrew his Immortal Sword, and showed a resentful expression, saying, "Sect Leader Wang, you saw it yourself, I was just joking, but this woman didn't give any face..."
"You joke, others joke," Wang Xiaoqiang replied in a fair manner, "And you insulted her just now..."
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang defend Gong Ziyu, Fan Renruo's anger flared up, and he retorted with a sarcastic smile, "Haha, looks like a crude man like can't compete with Gong Ziyu's allure, no wonder Sect Leader Wang is defending her. This feast, I might as well leave..."
He slapped the table angrily and turned to leave, but before taking two steps, Wang Xiaoqiang shouted, "Stop right there!"
Fan Renruo paused abruptly, turning back with a sinister glare, and asked, "What more do you want?"
"Slapping the table at my feast, who gives you the courage of a dog?" Wang Xiaoqiang roared angrily.
Four disciples whom Fan Renruo had brought along rushed forward, drawing their Immortal Swords, with faces full of murderous intent.
"Wang Xiaoqiang, I just slapped the table today, what do you intend to do?" Fan Renruo pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, raising his chin defiantly.
"Then leave behind the arm that slapped the table!" Wang Xiaoqiang stood up and smiled indifferently.
Whoosh!
Imdiately, the elders, the Vice Sect Leader, and a group of elite disciples from the Five Spirit Sect rushed forward, surrounding Fan Renruo and his four disciples while revealing their Magic Treasures.
"Try !" Fan Renruo, with the cultivation base of Sixfold Body of the Immortal Venerable, couldn't believe that Wang Xiaoqiang, who was only at the Fivefold Body of the Immortal Venerable, would dare to act against him, let alone overwhelm him with cultivation power.
Wang Xiaoqiang waved his sleeve and disappeared.
Fan Renruo and his four disciples were startled, imdiately standing back to back, vigilant and alert.
When Wang Xiaoqiang reappeared, he was already in front of Fan Renruo. Fan Renruo, filled with panic, thrust his Immortal Sword toward Wang Xiaoqiang's throat, but before the sword tip could reach Wang Xiaoqiang, a swoosh was heard, and Wang Xiaoqiang cut off Fan Renruo's arm holding the sword with one swift strike, causing blood to spurt out.
Hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock as Fan Renruo's anguished cry echoed, and he staggered back three steps.
The four disciples prepared to charge forward but were stopped imdiately by Fan Renruo shouting, "Stop! All of you, stop!"
The four disciples halted their steps, thus sparing their lives.
Fan Renruo sealed two acupoints on his right arm to slow the bleeding, glaring at Wang Xiaoqiang with bloodshot eyes, snarling, "Alright, Wang Xiaoqiang, you are indeed..."
Before he could utter his last word, Wang Xiaoqiang warned, "Say even one more word, and you'll leave your tongue behind!"
Fan Renruo choked back his words, not daring to say anything more. Sullenly and shafully, he turned and left with his four disciples.
"Take your arm with you!" Wang Xiaoqiang waved his sleeve, causing the severed arm to rise from the ground and attach itself to Fan Renruo's belt.
Fan Renruo paused, trembled, but dared not say another word, leaving in humiliation. The bloody arm looked like a blood-soaked sword hanging from his waist, presenting a disturbing sight.
After Fan Renruo left, the mbers of the Five Spirit Sect who had risen put away their Magic Treasures and returned to their seats. No one dared to speak, making the atmosphere sowhat tense.
Before sitting down, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Slapping the table at my feast is a capital offense. But today, for everyone's sake, I'll let it slide and spare his life. A tiger that doesn't roar is taken for a sick cat. If you want others to respect you, you must make them fear you. If you suffer grievances one day, it's because others don't fear you enough..."
After finishing his words, Wang Xiaoqiang smirked coldly and sat down.
"Sect Leader Wang, thank you for resolving the issue for ..." Gong Ziyu clasped her fists and thanked sincerely.
"It's nothing. I would've done the sa for anyone else." Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand, saying, "n being lustful is understandable but should have limits. Fan Renruo acted shalessly, so I gave him so parental education."
"Indeed, Fan Renruo is troubleso and lacks manners..."
"Exactly, did you see his indecent looks at the Palace Master just now..."
"As the head of a sect, he should act with dignity."
Everyone at the table echoed in agreent.
Sitting not far away, Madam Xingyue looked sowhat pale. Through this incident, she realized Wang Xiaoqiang's cruel and unyielding nature, as rumored. He acted impulsively and decisively, fearing Wang Xiaoqiang might interfere with Zhao Feiyan's marriage. She deeply regretted disclosing the date of Little Prince's visit to Wang Xiaoqiang. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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