"By the way, what happened to that girl later?" Yu Daohen asked again.
Liu Feng sighed and shook his head helplessly, "That girl never married in her life."
"Never married? What was her surname?" Yu Daohen began to ponder.
"If that's the case, then Lu Ping couldn't be that girl's descendant."
"I remember her name was Zhang Shurui," Liu Feng replied.
"Zhang Shurui?" Yu Daohen's train of thought was broken by the name Liu Feng uttered.
Seeing Yu Daohen thinking seriously, Liu Feng smiled, "Alright, it's useless to think about these things. They are all old stories. Compared to the Five Elements Technique, the Source Return Technique is not worth mentioning at all."
Yu Daohen nodded. Thinking too much now was meaningless and would only add to his troubles. He would let nature take its course.
Yu Daohen suddenly thought of something, "By the way, have the people from the Divine Religion already infiltrated here?"
Liu Feng nodded, "That's right, they have indeed infiltrated. I've seen that dark kid named Zhou Fu. With his strength, the top eight should be his limit. If you don't want your friends to get hurt, leave with them quickly after the competition ends."
Yu Daohen nodded. He had also considered this. He would only have a chance to deal with Chen Hua if the Divine Religion launched a sneak attack.
"At that time, I'll have Da Hu take Zhou Fu and the others to leave first, while Zhang Xiaoqiang, Su Lai, and I will stay behind to handle things."
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. Be careful these few days." As soon as Liu Feng finished speaking, he turned and walked into the dim alley.
Yu Daohen watched Liu Feng's departing back and shook his head helplessly.
Returning to his room, Yu Daohen went to sleep early.
The next morning, Yu Daohen got up, tidied up, and took Zhou Fu to the arena.
Their opponents were disciples from a small sect. Zhou Fu, having won a match last time, was full of confidence. Although this match was a bit difficult, he won it without any major risks.
Since Su Lai and Da Hu's disciples had all been eliminated, only Lu Ping and Zhou Fu would participate in the subsequent matches.
Perhaps due to luck, Zhou Fu's opponents in the next few days were all from relatively weaker small sects.
This was something Yu Daohen and the others hadn't expected, proving the old saying that fools have their own blessings.
However, Lu Ping was not so lucky. He encountered disciples from major sects, but he still managed to win by a narrow margin.
After the Fengtian Grand Assembly concluded, Lu Ping's fame would likely soar.
In the evening, Yu Daohen and the others found a table to sit at.
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his wine cup, "Come, congratulations to Xiao Fu and Xiao Lu for making it into the top eight."
Yu Daohen and the others also raised their cups, clinked them, and drank them down.
Zhou Fu downed the wine in his cup, then stood up, "Sect Leader, Master Qiang, Master Su, Master Hu, I have a match tomorrow, so I'll head back to my room to cultivate."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned and was about to speak when Yu Daohen spoke first, "Alright, you can go back to your room to cultivate."
Zhou Fu nodded obediently, then left the dining table and walked upstairs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yu Daohen with a confused expression, "Master Yu, looking at Xiao Fu like this, his opponent is..."
Before Zhang Xiaoqiang could finish, Yu Daohen sighed helplessly, "That's right, it's Fen Yue from the Fu Sect!"
Su Lai and Da Hu fell silent. Fen Yue's strength was not weaker than theirs, and his fame in earlier years was no less than Yu Daohen's current reputation.
Zhou Fu facing him had almost no chance of winning.
Yu Daohen poured more wine into his cup and drank it down, slowly saying, "Some things are not satisfactory only if they reach the outcome you desire. The Fengtian Grand Assembly is just the first step in your lives. Winning or losing is not important; there is still a long way to go in the future."
Yu Daohen's words were clearly directed at Lu Ping and Yang Jiezong.
Lu Ping remained silent, the pressure in his heart was no less than anyone else's, perhaps even greater than Zhou Fu's.
Among the younger generation in the martial world today, if anyone could compete with Yu Daohen, it would be Wang Ming from Wanfo Temple.
And Lu Ping's opponent was none other than Wang Ming from Wanfo Temple.
"Come, come, let's have another drink," Zhang Xiaoqiang said, raising his wine cup.
Yu Daohen and the others raised their cups, clinked them, and drank them down.
After drinking quite a bit, Lu Ping, Yang Jiezong, and the others returned to their rooms. Only Yu Daohen, Su Lai, Da Hu, and Zhang Xiaoqiang remained at the table.
Su Lai picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, sighing, "Seeing these juniors working so hard now reminds me of my younger days."
The impetuous years of youth had settled into a past that could never be revisited. Times were changing, and this era belonged to the younger generation. Su Lai recalled his past life with emotion.
Yu Daohen gave him a sideways glance, "Come on, your youth was probably all spent at the gambling table."
Su Lai thought to himself, "..."
Returning to their respective rooms, Yu Daohen saw Zhou Fu still sitting cross-legged and cultivating, and he shook his head helplessly without saying anything.
Zhou Fu had no chance of winning this match, but it was something he had to go through.
"Sect Leader, do I really have no chance of winning against Fen Yue?" Zhou Fu asked.
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Effort is indeed fragile in the face of talent, but without effort, there is never a possibility. Rather than waiting to die, it's better to try your best. You are still young, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Losing a match is nothing."