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Yin Yang Master Liu Chengxiang?

Li Xiaoyao looked at him with slight surprise, it seemed that Elder Jiang's fellow sect member was quite extraordinary.

Liu Chengxiang hummed softly and asked, "Do you know me?"

Lan Tian's previous arrogance faded away, becoming as meek as a rabbit surrounded by wolves.

"I have heard of Master Liu's renowned name. I was so careless today that I didn't recognize you, please forgive my offense," Lan Tian said cautiously, even somewhat fearfully uneasy.

Liu Chengxiang glanced at him and said, "Those who are unaware are not guilty." Then he said to Li Xiaoyao, "Mr. Li, let's go."

Li Xiaoyao did not hurry to leave but instead said to Lan Tian, "Tell Cai'er that I will look for her tomorrow."

At this moment, Lan Tian didn't dare to be arrogant towards Li Xiaoyao; this young man was clearly acquainted with Liu Chengxiang and must not have an ordinary background.

Lan Tian nodded repeatedly and said, "Of course, I will surely pass on your message." He then added, "May I ask how to address you, sir?"

"Li Xiaoyao."

Leaving behind that name, Li Xiaoyao and Liu Chengxiang left the room, leaving Lan Tian standing in the living room, muttering to himself.

Walking down the hallway side by side, Li Xiaoyao asked, "Changing locations?"

"Follow me."

The two went downstairs, left the hotel, and found a silver Volkswagen sedan waiting at the entrance, driven by a man in his twenties.
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The car left the hotel, heading towards a destination unknown to Li Xiaoyao.

Liu Chengxiang wasn't someone who loved to talk, a stark contrast to Jiang Lichun.

If one were to judge by appearances, Liu Chengxiang would seem to be in his forties, looking much younger than Jiang Lichun.

Only when he calmed down did Li Xiaoyao have the chance to observe this heir of the Xuan Sect lineage.

Liu Chengxiang was dressed in a black coarse hemp robe, with long hair tied into a bundle at the back of his head, streaked with strands of white amid the black.

As soon as Liu Chengxiang got in the car, he closed his eyes, and Li Xiaoyao, with nothing else to do, used the physiognomy techniques that Jiang Lichun had taught him to examine his features.

The upper court was full, the middle court was lush, and the lower court was square and solid.

This was the face of a nobleman, one who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

With sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes, the tips of his brows were upturned, indicating a proud character, not one easily approached or dealt with.

Looking deeper, Li Xiaoyao realized that he couldn't see through him completely.

"This old fellow is no simple character," he concluded in his heart.

Jindu was famously congested, where a ten-mile road under normal conditions would take more than ten minutes to traverse. In Jindu, half an hour was hardly enough to make it through.

After roughly two hours, the car finally arrived at Beichizi Street to the east of the Forbidden City.

This area in Jindu was exceptionally valuable, where a single courtyard house could be worth nearly a billion, and they were practically priceless.

The car stopped in the middle of Beichizi Street, and the driver got out to open the door for Liu Chengxiang, while Li Xiaoyao pushed open the door and followed him out of the car.

The three walked toward the courtyard house, with the driver pushing the gate open ahead of them.

"Hah!"

"Hah!"

Sounds of martial arts training echoed from the courtyard house.

Li Xiaoyao curiously followed the sounds and saw a spacious courtyard with over a hundred square meters, where a group of robust men and a few women were practicing martial arts techniques.

"Hold on a moment," Liu Chengxiang called out. Everyone immediately drew back their punches and stood up, their eyes curious about the young man standing beside their master. Could he be a new apprentice the master had just taken in?

"This is your martial uncle, Li Xiaoyao," Liu Chengxiang said to Li Xiaoyao, "These are all my disciples."

Li Xiaoyao asked, "So many apprentices? Can you manage to teach them all?"

Liu Chengxiang replied, "There are only a few formally registered disciples; the rest are just following along practicing punches and kicks to strengthen their bodies and keep fit."

Li Xiaoyao nodded, looking at the young people's shocked faces, he tried to make his smile seem more approachable and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Li Xiaoyao. I am your martial uncle."

What Liu Chengxiang did not elaborate on was that, apart from two or three recorded disciples, the rest were children of prominent figures from Jindu, sent here for his tutelage.

Children who grow up in the capital city, their courage and pride are never in short supply.

This man seems barely a few years older than themselves, so how could he possibly be their martial uncle?

"How old are you this year, martial uncle?" a rather handsome man asked.

Those who came to learn the arts, more or less, knew of Liu Chengxiang's arcane and unpredictable abilities, and also knew that in this circle, you cannot judge a person's age by their appearance alone.

Likewise their master, who appears no more than in his forties, is actually well over a hundred years old, a true freak of nature.

Perhaps this suddenly appearing Martial Uncle Li could also be an old monster.

Li Xiaoyao said, "28."

"What?"

"Only 28 years old?"

"So young? How can he be my martial uncle?"

Doubts were voiced incessantly, but Li Xiaoyao didn't mind. No matter how much they doubted, it could not change the fact that he was their martial uncle.

The man who spoke before asked again, "Is Martial Uncle Li also from the divination lineage?"

"No, to be precise, I am an honored guest elder of the Xuan Sect," Li Xiaoyao patiently explained.

In fact, he was already growing somewhat impatient inside.

A bunch of kids not yet fully grown in their whiskers, would Li Xiaoyao bother with them if it were not for the sake of the same sect?

"A 28-year-old honored guest elder?" The disciples felt their entrenched worldviews beginning to crumble.

Since when had the position of an honored guest elder at the Xuan Sect become so cheapened?

"Master, I am not convinced!" the man snorted and said.

Liu Chengxiang's expression did not change as he asked, "Why are you not convinced?"

The man said, "Martial Uncle Li is only 28 years old, how could he possibly be an honored guest elder of the Xuan Sect?"

Liu Chengxiang did not speak, he simply looked towards Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao's brows furrowed slightly as he squinted at Liu Chengxiang, then turned to look at the group of disciples and said, "In the world of cultivation, strength is paramount, and the mighty are revered. If you are not convinced, let strength do the talking."

The man was not daunted, stepping forward with a bow, he roared, "Please enlighten me, martial uncle."

Li Xiaoyao shook his head and said, "My time is precious, come at me together."

His words infuriated all the disciples.

"Hmph, Martial Uncle Li sure talks big."

"Since Martial Uncle Li has invited us, don't blame us later for our punches and kicks not being watchful of where they land."

Indeed, they were all spirited young scions of wealthy families.

Li Xiaoyao merely stood in place, without a single change in his movements, his carefree demeanor further incited the crowd's anger.

"Attack!"

The man took the lead, striding forward and swiftly reaching Li Xiaoyao's side. A fist propelled like a cannon, with the wind driving straight towards Li Xiaoyao's cheek.

The others quickly followed suit, encircling Li Xiaoyao in a ring, with punches and kicks assailing from all directions.

Like a contracting wall, they aimed to crush Li Xiaoyao into dust.

"He still does not make a move, truly arrogant."

"I think he's been scared into forgetting how to fight."

Liu Chengxiang stood aside, watching silently, with no intention of stepping in to help.

If Li Xiaoyao had no real skill and was merely seeking unwarranted glory, even if he were to be killed by the combined assault of his disciples today, Liu Chengxiang would feel not the slightest pity.