I waved my hand and said, "You helped me this time. We're even."

In any case, Jiang Junci's move to kill Mu Wenmin was equivalent to saving Ye Yang. I had to repay this favor. Moreover, what the Coffin Gate had done was enough.

My impression of the Coffin Gate had changed a lot. No matter what their second-generation disciples were like, at least the actions of the higher-ups deserved the title of great heroes of the martial world.

Jiang Junci said, "The third thing has nothing to do with my sect. It's purely my personal behavior."

Jiang Junci looked at me and said, "The second-generation disciples of the Coffin Gate were defeated by Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall), and I personally am very dissatisfied. Therefore, I would like to compete with Liangjie Tang again, in a fair and honest manner, only for victory or defeat, unrelated to grievances."

"Of course, Hall Master Li may think my request is extremely unreasonable, or extremely boring. But in my opinion, victory or defeat is related to the honor of the sect, and I cannot ignore it."

With a sneer, I drew out a dagger and slapped it on the table, pushing it towards the other party: "If you want to compete, you have to show me some stakes first!"

Whether in the martial world or outside of it! There's no such thing as I have to do whatever you want me to do.

There is a saying in the martial world: "Neither relatives nor friends, neither indebted nor righteous, neither superior nor subordinate. To order people around is only satisfied when blood is drawn."

It means: We are neither relatives nor friends, nor do I owe you any favors, nor are we in a superior-subordinate relationship. You jump out and boss me around, telling me what to do. Either you can beat me, or you leave me something before you speak.

Right now, that's the relationship between Jiang Junci and me!

With a smile, Jiang Junci picked up the dagger and pierced his palm into the table with one hand, his eyes always meeting mine, not even looking at his wound.

Seeing that I had no reaction, the other party held the hilt with one hand and slowly twisted it outwards.

If Jiang Junci turned the dagger another circle, even if this hand wasn't crippled, it wouldn't be as flexible as it used to be.

I waved my hand and said, "No need. Heal your wounds and come back to me. We'll draw a line and see who's better."

"Farewell!" Jiang Junci pulled out the dagger, wiped off the blood, placed it neatly on the table, and got up to leave.

The other party ran into Wang Xiao Huan, who had come to visit, at the door. The other party looked at Jiang Junci's still-bleeding palm and shook his head, "Is a false reputation important?"

"Not to mention the Half-Life Three Heroes, the Soul Gate Five Sons, and the White Lamp Seven Fiends who have appeared one after another, just the phrase 'Snow Rain Ling Xiao North Geese Return, No One Returns Before Liangjie Tang' represents the rising fame of the new generation of sorcerers."

"Sooner or later, they will clash with the Coffin Gate. This time it's Liangjie Tang, what about next time? Can you overpower the masses?"

"Sect glory must be defended!" Jiang Junci left a sentence and disappeared from my sight.

I stood up and cupped my hands, "Miss Wang, please come in. I haven't thanked you for your righteous action."

Wang Xiao Huan shook her head, "Even if I didn't take action, Jiang Junci would have helped you! He rushed to Longwan Cemetery to see if he could help you. Jiang Junci discovered that the other party's feng shui power suppressed your magical artifacts, so he immediately stood up. I was the one who acted presumptuously."

I asked in confusion, "Did Jiang Junci tell you this?"

"Yes! Jiang Junci never lies. In his mouth, there are only things he doesn't say, but no lies!" Wang Xiao Huan shook her head and said, "Jiang Junci's feelings for the Coffin Gate have become an obsession. Actually, he's not a bad person!"

Wang Butcher chuckled, "Miss Wang is also secretly moved? Do you want me to go and chase him back?"

Wang Xiao Huan raised Wang Butcher's chin, "I have you, that's enough! Honey, give this young master a smile."

I couldn't watch it anymore, so I left the task of entertaining the guests to Ye Yang and went into the kitchen myself.

While I was still cooking, Xiao Kui came in with her homework book, pouting, "Daddy, the teacher wants you to sign it."

I glanced at it: "My Mom and Dad"

My dad, Li Po, is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 180 pounds...

The first two sentences were normal, but the words Xiao Kui added in parentheses after that were not normal (Teacher, my dad isn't square! He has a very well-proportioned figure.)

Teacher's note: Please carefully tutor the parents to make the child recognize the difference between height, weight, and side length. In addition, I am deeply puzzled by the fact that Ye Kui has two fathers, five mothers, and still lives with a godfather.

I should be the one who's deeply puzzled, right?

I am 1.8 meters tall, that's true, but when did I weigh 180 pounds? Did she remember it wrong?

Two fathers? Me and Ye Yang?

Who is the godfather? It's definitely not Hei Ye Xiao; Hei Ye Xiao is just a running little steamed bun in Xiao Kui's eyes. Old Liu? Isn't this godfather a bit old?

Who are the five mothers?

Feng Ruoxing, Wang Butcher, Zhao Yuezhu, Yun Shang, Lin Zhao?

Don't tell me, there really are five!

What about Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin?

Not counted?

Xiao Kui couldn't have classified these two as food, right?

I have a bit of a headache!

No, she definitely can't study like this.

But, you can't criticize children too harshly; you have to take care of their emotions. When it comes to studying, you still have to subtly influence them. I have to give Xiao Kui a lesson when we eat tonight.