Martial Arts, the Little Master of the Ancient Tomb, Becomes Stronger When You Drink

11: Chapter 11 Wang Chongyang’s Wild Ideas”You finally agreed to see me.” Wang Chongyang’s gaze fell upon Lin Chaoying, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Chaoying’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. For some reason, the moment she saw Wang Chongyang, an involuntary sense of revulsion welled up in her heart.

”Wang Chongyang, this Sect Head has long declared that no member of your Quanzhen Sect shall ever set foot within the borders of my Ancient Tomb Sect. What, have you taken my words as mere wind passing by your ears?!”

Lin Chaoying’s tone grew increasingly icy. By the end of her sentence, the surrounding air seemed on the verge of crystallizing into frost.

Wang Chongyang, however, just shook his head with a smile, saying without a care, ”I abdicated from the position of Sect Head of the Quanzhen Sect long ago. Now I am but a mere wanderer. How can I be considered a member of the Quanzhen Sect?”

Lin Chaoying’s expression darkened. She truly hadn’t expected Wang Chongyang to be shameless to this extent.

Looking at Lin Chaoying not far away, who hadn’t changed much in the eight years, Wang Chongyang couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

”Eight years apart, and she remains as youthful and beautiful as ever, while I have aged into this wretched state.”

Wang Chongyang was originally over ten years older than Lin Chaoying. Combined with the hidden injuries left untreated from his earlier resistance against the Jin, he had indeed aged considerably.

Compared to Lin Chaoying’s youthful radiance, the present Wang Chongyang resembled a decrepit old man.

Yet, it was precisely because of this that Wang Chongyang was all the more eager to see Lin Chaoying.

He did not wish to leave any regrets behind before departing this world.

”This humble Daoist has come for no other reason than to spar. Sect Leader Lin has avoided this humble Daoist for eight years. Surely, this time you will not hide?”

Wang Chongyang was well aware of Lin Chaoying’s proud nature. As long as he could spar with her without defeat, he was confident.

In the future, Lin Chaoying would certainly seek another match with him.

Continuing like this, Wang Chongyang had faith that he could once again win over Lin Chaoying’s heart.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wang Chongyang’s words, a flicker of anger ignited in Lin Chaoying’s beautiful eyes.

Just as Wang Chongyang thought things would proceed as he envisioned...

Su Xuan suddenly stepped out from beside Lin Chaoying, his words directly disrupting Wang Chongyang’s plan.

”Seriously, have you no shame?”

Wang Chongyang’s expression froze. Only then did he shift his gaze to Su Xuan, asking somewhat puzzled, ”Young brother, what do you mean by that? Where has this humble Daoist shown a lack of shame?”

The anger that had just risen in Lin Chaoying instantly subsided. She had almost forgotten that her little disciple had a plan.

Her clever little disciple would never let her suffer a loss.

Su Xuan took a step forward, looking Wang Chongyang up and down, a timely expression of disdain appearing on his young face.

”Look at your age! White-haired, stooped, one foot already in the grave, right? My Master is in the prime of her youth, radiant and beautiful. Where do you get the nerve to challenge my Master?”

His aged appearance was Wang Chongyang’s sore spot. Now exposed by Su Xuan, Wang Chongyang’s face darkened.

Su Xuan, however, paid no heed to Wang Chongyang’s reaction and continued, ”Bullying the young, disrespectful in your old age—as a Daoist devoted to quiet cultivation, you spend your days blocking the entrance of a young lady like my Master. And you still have the nerve?”

”This humble Daoist...” Wang Chongyang wanted to steer the topic away, but Su Xuan gave him no chance.

”You what? Looking like that, you still dare call yourself the foremost of the Five Supremes, a righteous warrior who resisted the Jin? Pah!”

”If I were you, I’d have long buried myself in the ’Five Grains Reincarnation Chamber’ and faded into obscurity, saving everyone the embarrassment of seeing you here!”

Su Xuan didn’t care what kind of person Wang Chongyang was.

Su Xuan only knew that in this world, there are no inherently good or bad people, only differing standpoints.

Setting aside Su Xuan’s plans, for eight years, Wang Chongyang had persistently come to the entrance of the Ancient Tomb, harassing his Precious Master.

If he weren’t still no match for him, Su Xuan felt that merely cursing him out was far too lenient.