Chapter 7: I Fear You Will Deceive People

That ferocious, ruthless, and bloodthirsty gaze made even Old Master Ning's heart race instinctively, but he soon chuckled to himself in self-deprecation: "Indeed, the older one gets in the martial world, the smaller one's courage becomes. This is clearly just a reckless brat driven to madness by a bet."

What the hell! I was actually looked down upon! Old Master Ning was so angry that his eyes twitched, and he even chuckled? This is clearly a sign of disdain towards me!

I swear to testify for you, does that mean my grandfather deserved to be beaten to death? Ning Yusui really wants to curse, but upon careful consideration, if I do not agree, isn't that slapping my own grandfather in the face?

Since Pan Xiaoxian woke up from a nap on the bus, he felt as if a ferocious beast from the primordial wilderness was hidden within his heart

"Grandfather, what is wrong with you?" Ning Yusui looked at his grandfather with a puzzled expression, then widened his eyes in surprise: "Oh? Why is Grandfather sweating so much!"

However, as soon as Pan Xiaoxian moved, Old Master Ning's brows furrowed

With her unwavering belief, she instinctively tightened her delicate little hand gripping her grandfather's wrist, causing another bead of cold sweat to emerge from the old man Ning, who had just wiped it away: Damn...

Young man, I do not care which sect you belong to, but even if you are the leader of your sect, you would never dare to look down on me, Ning Pingchao! Old Master Ning continued to smile, yet there was a glint of cold light flickering in his dim old eyes

I... I am... afraid... of you..." After a moment of silence, Pan Xiaoxian seemed to struggle as she squeezed out each word: "Swindler!"

Old Master Ning released his protective energy, waiting with a lack of enthusiasm for Pan Xiaoxian's punch—if I flinch from such a punch, I am not a real man

Indeed, one has grown old... Lord Ning shook his head slightly in disappointment. When Pan Xiaoxian stood still, he could not make a definitive judgment. However, once Pan Xiaoxian began to move, Lord Ning was able to assert confidently that this young man had not practiced any martial arts at all; he was merely an ordinary passerby.

Do not treat me as a saint; you have no idea how much I have endured in silence

Please find someone else to bother with your nonsense, don't waste my time here, I am busy trying to make ends meet!

It is already November, and this period is indeed the coldest time of the day. A thin layer of white frost has formed on the leaves, yet you actually say it is hot? Pan Xiaoxian looked at Old Master Ning with a cold smile: still claiming you are not mentally ill

Although she did not understand what this old lunatic was talking about, Pan Xiaoxian felt it was better to make her point clear.

Doesn't this indicate that she does not believe in grandfather's strength? Ning Yusui coldly stared at this demon man: "Alright! I will testify for you!"

But if it is not due to overheating and sweating from wearing too many clothes, then what could it be? Ning Yusui cast a doubtful glance at Pan Xiaoxian, and an incredible thought suddenly flashed through her mind—surely it couldn't be that she was scared by this charming man?

Grandfather, are you trying to fool this foolish boy? Ning Yusui is not that naive and sweet. By the time she could just remember things, Grandfather had already cultivated to a level where he was impervious to the heat and cold.

Did I misjudge again? Old Master Ning felt a sense of doubt in his heart. Anyone who has practiced martial arts for even two years would embody the saying "standing like a pine, sitting like a bell, and walking like a gust of wind," but this young man was simply "standing like a bell, sitting like a bell, and walking like a clock"

Old Master Ning's attire is always independent of the season or location; he dresses this way in the sweltering heat of summer, in the freezing cold of winter, at the equator, and even in the Arctic—such is the capriciousness of a martial artist

Ning Yusui watched from the side, constantly pursing her lips, unsure of what had possessed her grandfather. This was clearly an ordinary person who did not possess any martial arts skills. How could her grandfather discuss the rules of the martial world with him

"Hiss—" The old man instantly broke into a cold sweat, my little aunt, be gentle, hiss—be gentle now...

This primordial beast occasionally goes out of control, but fortunately, with his strong will and extraordinary looks, he has repeatedly managed to confine this primordial beast back into the prison of his heart

The old man's fiery temper is truly unmatched ... Ning Yusui glanced at his grandfather's furious expression and knew that at this moment, nothing anyone said would make a difference

Young man, this place is something you do not want to give up, and we desire it as well, but two tigers cannot coexist on the same mountain; surely only one side can remain here. As Old Master Ning spoke, he reached out and gently pried open his granddaughter's tightly clenched little hand, instantly feeling that the entire world was filled with love

It is not for any other reason, but rather the challenge posed by Old Master Ning that has enraged the ferocious beasts of the wilderness, to the extent that even Pan Xiaoxian cannot remain calm in the face of such fury.

Old Master Ning laughed like an old fox, in the end, those in the martial arts world still speak with their fists, I am truly too clever!

Is this a person or a bear walking? Heavy footsteps do not necessarily indicate anything; those who practice martial arts often have heavy steps. But what are you doing, swaying from side to side?

Roar

It is truly terrible

Finally shaking off this troublesome little aunt, the old master Ning smiled contentedly as he looked at Pan Xiaoxian: "Since we are all practitioners of martial arts, why not follow the rules of the jianghu?"

Pan Xiaoxian let out a deep, muffled roar from his throat and suddenly swung his fist towards Old Master Ning's chest.

This time, the primordial beast has gone out of control again, to the extent that Pan Xiaoxian feels somewhat baffled by it

I actually wasted half a day arguing with a random passerby here, and even ended up dislocating my wrist...! ... Am I out of my mind!

Although it is said that a common man in anger can spill blood within five steps, who can score points against whom? Even if the hot-blooded Wu Dalang were to risk his life, could he possibly defeat the white-haired Hong Qigong?

Moments later, Ning Yusui could no longer hold back. She stepped forward and gently grasped Old Master Ning's wrist, softly advising, "Grandfather, why don't we change to another place?"

Now that I am older, I would have taught you how to behave in just a few minutes thirty years ago

Grandfather? Ning Yusui looked at Grandfather in shock, having already adopted the rules of the martial world. Could it be that Grandfather actually regarded this demonic man as an opponent of equal standing?

Damn it! Old Master Ning was so angry that he laughed: "Good! Good! Good! You don't need to be afraid! Come! Go ahead and hit me, if I die, it is my fate!"

Pan Xiaoxian stared at Old Master Ning, his eyes instantly filled with blood, turning a deep crimson. An invisible aura of madness, bloodlust, and fury suddenly emanated from him

Impossible! Ning Yusui immediately dismissed this idea. Who is her grandfather, Ning Pingchao?

Old man, you might as well save your breath; when it comes to staging accidents for compensation, I am more skilled than you!

Scum

Since he does not give me face, I cannot be blamed for my old man's dark hand

Old Master Ning was even more disappointed upon seeing this. Pan Xiaoxian's punch was completely unstructured, relying solely on the strength of his arms, without any understanding of how to generate power from his waist and hips, let alone the concept of internal and external coordination.

Are you going to hit or not? Are you going to hit or not? Are you going to hit or not? Old Master Ning has such a fiery temper, and he even wants someone to testify. Do you believe that the name "Ning Pingchao" is as solid as iron?

Your sister! Ning Yusui's face has turned green, this mockery is truly unparalleled in the world

"Hehe, it's so hot." Old Master Ning laughed, his face full of wrinkles, casually wiping the cold sweat from his brow: "It's nothing, Grandpa just dressed too warmly, hehe..."

Pan Xiaoxian slowly curled the corners of her mouth into a charmingly wild smile, and with great slowness and effort, she gave Ning Yusui a thumbs up: "Great...!"

It is just like how a fujoshi readily identifies as a bottom when speaking and a top when silent; those who practice martial arts prefer to speak with their fists. Typically, individuals who favor communicating through their fists do not possess particularly good tempers. Although Old Master Ning is quite advanced in age, once his temper flares up, he is still ready to roll up his sleeves and engage in a fight.

How is it? Who do you think you are fooling? If I punch you, you will fall to the ground, and then who am I supposed to reason with?

Although this enchanting man possesses extraordinary looks, he is merely an ordinary person. Not to mention a single punch; even if he were to throw one hundred, one thousand, or ten thousand punches, my grandfather would remain unmoved. Instead, it would be better to exhaust this pretty boy to the point of collapse first

Originally, Ning Yusui was quite looking forward to the bet between Old Master Ning and Pan Xiaoxian, but now, before Pan Xiaoxian could even throw a punch, she has already lost interest.

Do not think that just because my mind is not functioning well right now, you can deceive me; I am well aware of what is going on in my heart... I am merely a beat slower than usual

If we lose, we will turn around and leave, never to return. But if I remain still, then please seek another treasure, how about that

You... are you... testifying?" After a moment of silence, Pan Xiaoxian looked at Ning Yusui. He felt a surge of blood boiling within him, though he did not know why. Just the thought of fighting made him a bit excited, even though he was fully aware that it might be a setup, he still could not restrain himself.

What a joke! Ning Yusui's beautiful eyes reflect her unwavering faith in her grandfather. My grandfather is the most formidable grandfather in the world, without exception

Being so handsome, you must be quite impressive, right

Her only concern is that it seems her grandfather's face will not be able to reduce the swelling tonight

I should hold back a bit, the old master Ning thought, I hope this child doesn't get killed by the backlash again, my entire body of True Qi is not something to be trifled with

Indeed, it is better to remain silent than to speak too much and make mistakes...! ... Old Master Ning couldn't help but feel his face flush at Pan Xiaoxian's cold smile; after all, I am not skilled at lying!

However, it is not a stationary clock, but a clock that is being struck and swayed back and forth

I will not take advantage of you either. In this way, I will stand here, and you can hit me once. Even if I shiver, it will count as my defeat

In order to prove that he was indeed overdressed, Old Master Ning even deliberately pulled his collar open a bit. Of course, one cannot wear a Hanfu without any undergarments; there are indeed several layers, such as the inner garments. However, to claim that he was overdressed would undoubtedly be a blatant falsehood.

With your current state, you would likely collapse even without anyone pushing you

Pan Xiaoxian walked heavily and unsteadily to the front of Old Master Ning, his head lowered. The messy bangs on his forehead hung down at an angle, obscuring his blood-red eyes. When those eyes peered through the gaps in his hair, they resembled a crazed, starving wolf.

How could the renowned elder, who had already made a name for himself in the martial arts world of Huaxia thirty years ago, the illustrious "Peerless Sword" of the Huashan Sect, possibly be frightened to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat by a young junior?

Is he really that strong? Ning Yusui, unable to believe it, turned to Pan Xiaoxian again, but inadvertently found himself momentarily captivated by the wickedly charming smirk that curled at the corner of Pan Xiaoxian's mouth.

Hehe... After a moment of silence, Pan Xiaoxian let out a cold laugh

In this way, he cannot move me and can only leave, the place returns to me, and I also save face, achieving two goals with one action