Take care of the dojo First.

Wu Yonghong and the others did not know about all this at this moment. They were just happily preparing to return to the martial arts hall when they discovered that not far from the door, a disheveled, foul-smelling person was clinging to the corner of the wall, looking at them with a face full of longing.

It was Lu DaSheng.

Seeing the even more terrifying auras compared to before, his eyes were full of envy. Especially when he saw old ancestor Lu Qingshan had become unfathomable, his mood became even more chaotic.

Although they hadn't exchanged more than a few words, seeing him like this, they still felt pity for him. They just didn't know what he had done to upset the master.

Wu Yonghong sighed, patted him on the shoulder, then walked into the martial arts hall. "You still have hope!"

As Chu Kuangshi walked by, he also comforted him with a sentence. "Keep at it!"

Sun Zhuge also cheered him on.

When Lu Qingshan walked by, he shook his head and earnestly said, "I told you not to come, but you just wouldn't listen. Since the master hasn't said anything, you should just keep shoveling that manure!"

Seeing the high-spirited group, Lu DaSheng felt his nose go sour.

On a rainy day like this, it felt as if sand had gotten into his eyes.

Since Lu Qingshan and the others had been out for about an hour, the roasted eagle meat and wolf legs were ready by the time they returned.

Just in time, the rain had completely stopped as well.

Yi Feng then instructed them to set up the tables in the small courtyard behind the hall.

In the pot, the eagle meat was bubbling, along with stir-fried peppers, radish, and other side dishes, giving off an appetizing aroma.

Aside from the wolf legs, Yi Feng had also prepared two plates of roasted peanuts to go with the wine.

Seeing the table full of food, Wu Yonghong and the others' eyes lit up, rubbing their hands eagerly, but they didn't dare pick up their chopsticks without Yi Feng's word.

Seeing these reserved old men, Yi Feng smiled slightly. "We're all acquaintances here, no need to stand on ceremony in my place. If you continue to be so restrained, I won't welcome you here next time."

Hearing this, the few old men's bodies shook.

They all nodded like chickens pecking rice.

At the same time, their respect for Yi Feng grew. For a master of his level to not put on any airs before his juniors, and to be so amiable instead, if they could have even a tiny fraction of such a state of returning to simplicity, their achievements would surely surpass what they had presently!

"Come come, my best wine!"

When he had broken through earlier, old ancestor Lu Qingshan had emptied the stores of Qingshan Gate, bringing out bottles of fine wine to place on the table.

"Not bad."

Yi Feng looked very approving as he smiled, but he stared at the old men and said with a grin, "Drinking is drinking, but don't you old fellows try to pull any tricks on me!"

"We wouldn't dare."

They hurriedly shook their heads.

Even without Yi Feng's reminder, they didn't dare to pull anything, like forcing people to drink with their cultivation base.

Not only would it displease the master if they did that, in a drinking contest, who among those present could outdrink Yi Feng if they really used their cultivation base?

While the atmosphere was lively in the martial arts hall's courtyard, over twenty top experts from Red Sun Meridian were descending from the sky.

Their momentum could be described as torrential.

"Good heavens, look!"

"So many top experts."

"Wow, who are these people? Being able to fly through the air, they must at least be at the Martial Spirit realm!"

Their appearance caused countless commoners and cultivators on the ground to cry out in alarm.

However, they completely disregarded these ants on the ground, heading straight for the martial arts hall.

"Master Bifang, based on the tracking method City Lord used previously on Ao Qing, Ao Qing should not be in the martial arts hall now." Someone next to Ao Bifang reported.

"Just one Ao Qing is nothing." Ao Bifang said coldly. "He's been able to scurry about until now only thanks to this martial arts hall. So we'll deal with the hall first before cleaning up Ao Qing. It won't be too late."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, everyone solemnly nodded.

Soon, the small martial arts hall appeared before their eyes.

At the same time, from their vantage point in the air above the hall, they could see through the windows that there were quite a few people drinking inside, seemingly oblivious to their arrival.

But that wasn't the case.

Wu Yonghong and the others' gazes had already changed.

However, seeing Yi Feng smilingly eating and drinking as if nothing had happened, their piercing eyes quietly went back to normal, and the spiritual energy they had secretly gathered receded once more.

With the master here, what was there for them to worry about when it came to such small fry?

After all, those previous two Demon Venerables were lessons learned.

"Master, I toast you."

Thinking of this, they raised their wine cups and continued to toast Yi Feng spiritedly.

"They haven't even noticed this?"

Ao Bifang's gaze flickered.

But recalling the cautionary tales of Xuan Mo and Fu Dao, he still didn't underestimate the situation. Instead, he transmitted to everyone, "Take up the Heavenly Wolf Formation, ready yourselves, then attack simultaneously on my command. You must inflict lethal blows on those people in the martial arts hall."

"Yes!"

At the order, Red Sun Meridian's experts dispersed.

Their bodies were then shrouded in demonic energy as some arranged formations, some formed complex hand seals, and others prepared their innate attacks.

In that moment, all kinds of attacks coalesced.