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Not to mention, the Yang Family didn\'t directly engage in combat but from the news of the system, the Yang Family stole a few things from the sect.

It seems the Yang Family is in deep crisis.

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At the hand,

Bai Lung and Ling\'r were in the Yang Pavillion, looking for a gift to purchase for the Yang patriarch.

It\'s costume to bring a small gift to pay a visit, out of a Blue Moon.

However,

Where there is a flower, bees are sustained to be attracted.

"Well! Well! Well! It seems a literal goddess has descended into our small pavilion... Whatever the lady wishes to purchase, it\'s in my name, "

Suddenly a hinged voice hits their ears, causing both Bai Lung and Ling\'r to raise their eyebrows.

The voice belonged to none other than a young master of a rich family, his hair accessory and the robe he was wearing were all luxurious.

\'Hmm... Pretty common tropes! A rich young bastard from a rich family trying to flirt with a beautiful woman...\' Bai Lung\'s cold eyes looked up to down at the boy\'s figure, like a serpent looking at a helpless mouse.

To the boy\'s unfortunate fate, the lady he was currently hitting on was none other than Saintess of Heaven Fall sect, donned in a beautiful white fairy-like dress, looking all beautiful like a pure maiden.

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[ Name: Yang Khan ]

[ identity: Young master of Yang Family, master of Yang Pavillion, ]

[ Luck value: 1400 ]

[ Cultivation: Qi Grandmaster— Good Talent]

[ Age: 32 ]

[ Spouse: 10+ ]

[ Note: He doesn\'t possess any villain aura ]

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"I appreciate your wonderful offer but I would like to decline it," Xiao Ling\'r glanced at him and declined politely, while her gaze turned towards Bai Lung.

The next moment she went closer to Bai Lung and clung to his arm, like a girlfriend to boyfriend, their body touching each other.

"I am with someone else..." She added.

Seeing this, Yang Khan, The Young Master was instantly angered as he failed to realize this woman was Saintess of Heaven Fall sect.

He failed to understand, the woman in front of him was outside his league.

All while, Bai Lung kept a straight face and looked at Yang Khan.

\'Serves him right, pathetic loser!\' Bai Lung thought as he was pleased with her answer, not to mention, that being a loser was the fate of someone like Yang Khan.

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"Oh! Have I ever been rejected? I, Yang Khan, The young master of the Yang family....you dare reject me?"

Suddenly, the cheap Young Master began to mutter his cringe dialogue like some kind of cheap villain.

Yet, Bai Lung\'s features remained impassive as he observed the young master\'s outburst, his eyes glinting with a faint hint of amusement, there is no doubt about it; This lumbering oaf was as transparent as a paper lantern, his inflated ego and hollow bravado a pitiful attempt to mask his fundamental inadequacies.

"Young master Yang, your wounded pride is quite the spectacle to behold," Bai Lung drawled, his tone dripping with sardonic humor, it was like a cold chilling venom, sharp and lethal.

"It seems your delicate sensibilities have been bruised by the rejection of a mere woman. How...disappointing,"

He tsked softly, shaking his head in mock pity... Like a father looking at his disappointing child, knowing very well about the mistake he made that night.

"You know, Young Master Yang, I\'ve encountered countless like you... moths drawn to the flame of their own vanity, only to have their wings singed by the harsh reality of their insignificance," Bai Lung\'s lips curled into a condescending smile.

By no means was Bai Lung talking about real-life experiences, rather he was talking about such cheap characters he have read in online novels.

Particularly at face slapping novels.

...

Nonetheless, one could easily figure it out, that Yang Khan, wasn\'t happy hearing the harsh truth coming out of Bai Lung\'s lips which speaks nothing but \'truth\'.

"Y-You... You don\'t know how deep the water is, it seems you didn\'t hear me crystal clear, let me repeat it loud and clear... I AM YANG KHAN, YOUNG MASTER OF YANG KHAN, MASTER OF THIS PAVILLION... I am stone that you can\'t shake,"

Bai Lung kept a straight face, listening to his words.

"Tell me, Young Master Yang, do you truly believe your paltry display of wealth and status holds any sway over one such as I? You are but a minnow swimming in a pond, while I am the Kraken that lurks in the depths, ever watchful for the foolish fish that stray too close,"

With a casual flick of his wrist, Bai Lung gestured toward the lavish decor surrounding them.

"This gilded cage of yours, these trinkets and baubles... they mean nothing to me. I have tasted the nectar, the kind that transcends the fleeting material world,"

His eyes narrowed, pinning the young master with a piercing gaze.

In just a short moment, Yang Khan already looked like an immature child, while Bai Lung looked mature and sharp.

However, this doesn\'t mean Bai Lung wished to spare Yang Khan.

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As Yang Khan continued to rant and rave, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and anger. He had never been spoken to so disrespectfully before, especially by someone who dared to question his status and power.

But despite his best efforts to maintain control, the young master found himself unable to formulate a coherent response.

It felt like a huge lump of honey was stuck in his throat.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ling\'r stood quietly beside Bai Lung, her expression unreadable behind her guan.

She knew better than to interfere in matters involving cultivation, especially when dealing with someone as powerful as Bai Lung and Yang Khan, when not needed.

All she could do was sit beside Bai Lung as she wasn\'t in a position to speak up, despite the main cause for the event was her.