Old Liu laughed and said, "Brother Wen, you're not being fair! Let's not even discuss whether I'm being righteous by 'not wanting to kill you, but you wanting to kill me.' Just the fact that you personally intervened violates the rules for inheritors."

Inheritors in the art of术 (shu – arts) can wait for the appearance of a person chosen by fate, or they can assess the other person's character. But they must never personally intervene to help a certain person chosen by fate who has not yet been determined.

Wen Yi shook his head and said, "Fate is already determined, the person is already chosen, why can't I follow the will of heaven?"

Old Liu shook his head slightly: "I think you are following the will of man, and besides, that person isn't in the coffin gate."

Wen Yi was slightly startled: "Master Liu, you don't need to guess anymore. I've already offered this cup of tea. Aren't you going to drink it?"

Old Liu smiled faintly, and his folding fan struck the table. Among the cups and plates on the table, only the cup filled with wine was sent flying into the air.

Old Liu unfolded his fan, stretched it out horizontally a few inches forward, and steadily held the cup on the fan: "Mr. Wen, please!"

From the moment the two stopped addressing each other as brothers and instead used "Master" and "Mister," it signified that their life-and-death game had begun.

"I didn't expect Master Liu to be the most deeply hidden expert in Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall)," Wen Yi said with a smile, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Worthless, worthless!" Old Liu pushed the fan holding the wine glass forward half a foot: "This bit of cultivation of mine is really nothing in Liangjie Tang."

Wen Yi stopped talking, and only pushed the teacup forward.

A cup of wine, a cup of tea, neither of which, including the cups themselves, weighed more than half a jin (approximately 250 grams), yet in their hands, it felt like they weighed a thousand jin. Every inch forward took several seconds, or even more than ten seconds.

After a long time, the two cups finally collided.

The wine in the cup, boiling and churning.

The tea in the cup, rippling in all directions.

It was just the two of them, but it was as if they had contained two turbulent jianghu (martial worlds) in a cup, colliding in one place.

Old Liu said faintly: "Mr. Wen, to tell you the truth, there was a time when I admired you very much. Being in the jianghu, you treated the world with indifference. In the unremarkable Liaodong arts world, only you, Wen Yi, allowed capable people to think highly of you."

"Unfortunately, you couldn't hold onto your original heart."

Old Liu paused: "Perhaps what you are holding onto now is your original heart. You were forced to become an inheritor. The person who passed on the heavy treasure to you back then probably made a mistake!"

Wen Yi also said: "It is already destined that I and Liangjie Tang are enemies, so why should we say so much between us?"

"That's right!" Old Liu nodded slightly and said: "It's just life and death, it's just victory and defeat. In the end, everything in the world can't escape the words 'just that', so why should I ask for clarity!"

As the two spoke, the cups they were holding in the air had already cracked with fine lines.

The two glass cups, which should have shattered into powder long ago, were still being held in their original shape under the blessing of the two's power, but at any time they could turn into sharp arrows, sealing the other's throat with a single blow.

Just as the two of them had beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

Suddenly, the tavern door was shaken from its original position by some kind of force. The two door panels, flying horizontally, were like two giant axes carrying a strong wind over Old Liu's head, smashing to pieces against the wall behind him.

At the moment when the snow-like, crystal-clear, but bone-chilling glass covered Old Liu's head, the power of the ghosts and gods, which was enough to make people palpitate, also poured in from outside the door.

Wen Yi smiled and said, "Master Liu, you've lost!"

Old Liu smiled without saying a word, but Zi Wan'er's panicked voice came from behind Wen Yi: "Mr. Wen, run, I've lost!"

Wen Yi was only slightly stunned, and the two wine glasses exploded in the air instantly. The light yellow tea and the fragrant wine instantly mixed together, like a short sword of alternating light and darkness, sealing Wen Yi's throat.

Wen Yi lost his composure. Without follow-up strength, he could only close his eyes and wait for death in the face of a fatal blow.

At the critical moment, Zi Wan'er's power of ghosts and gods also bypassed Wen Yi and blocked in front of him. The short sword shot at Wen Yi exploded into a sky full of water droplets in front of him. He himself was also pulled by Zi Wan'er and retreated towards the door.

"Quickly kill..." Wen Yi probably wanted to say "Quickly kill Old Liu," but before he could finish his words, three ghosts and gods roared out from Old Liu's fan.

"Thousand Souls Extinguished!"

"Divine Schemes and Ghost Calculations!"

Wen Yi and Zi Wan'er exclaimed in unison. The earth-shattering power of ghosts and gods also suddenly erupted in the small tavern. Everything in the tavern instantly turned into powder, dancing wildly, and the limited space became a chaotic mess.

Three ghosts and gods struck Wen Yi one after another with their palms.

Bone Removal...

Flesh Cutting...

Blood Draining...

Three palms struck in succession.

Wen Yi, together with Zi Wan'er behind him, was blasted out of the house.

Just as the two of them got up, Hei Ye Xiao (Black Night Owl) came quickly, carrying Xiao Kui.

Xiao Kui pointed at Zi Wan'er and shouted, "Old Hei, quickly carry me to chase her, that one tastes good!"

Zi Wan'er wrapped her only arm around Wen Yi's neck and flew away. The three great ghosts and gods blocking the door were about to get up to chase after them, but Old Liu said faintly, "Don't pursue a desperate foe!"