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Chapter 158 Wen Liang of Wen Clan

"Fortmaster, why aren’t the representatives from Snow Moon City here yet? It\'s near the auspicious hour, though that’s not a big concern." Lei Tianhen looked into the distance, but still there were no signs of anyone appearing again. "It\'s just that the guests inside have been waiting for too long."

"Let’s wait for one more incense stick," Lei Qianhu said softly.

"Very well," Lei Tianhen replied.

Grandmaster Tang led Tang Huang, Tang Xuan, Tang Qisha and the rest into the great hall, and immediately, the entire great hall fell silent. All eyes were on this world-renowned Grandmaster Tang. Grandmaster Tang walked slowly with a faint smile on his face, and when he passed the table where Shaolin Temple sat, he turned his head slightly. "Master Yuanhui."

As an elder of Shaolin Temple, Master Yuanhui had a very high level of standing, but he was still short of Grandmaster Tang by a level. He hurriedly replied with respect, "Amitabha. I haven’t met Old Senior Tang for many years, yet you’re still healthy and full of vigour."

"Thanks to Master’s favour." Grandmaster Tang didn\'t say much, and after a few steps, he sat down at the main table. The other three also sat down beside Grandmaster Tang.

However, there were two long swords on the table resonating with a shrill sound.

Tang Huang frowned slightly and looked at the two young men opposite him.

Grandmaster Tang unhurriedly poured himself a cup of tea, and said slowly, "Fortmaster Lei’s stature is larger than I thought. Even the Sword Heart Tomb has sent representatives."

"Old Senior Tang, are you well?" He Cong, who seldom spoke, held down the resonating long sword. "These two juniors are not being rude. It’s just these swords…"

"I know. The swords of Sword Heart Tomb are known to possess sword hearts and have souls." Grandmaster Tang put down his teacup and gently pressed it down with his hand. "Don’t mind it."

The two swords suddenly became quiet.

He Qu wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That’s really strange."

"Not strange at all. When Grandmaster took his seat, he deliberately revealed a killing intent to test the two of you. Now that he’s discovered your identities, naturally, he doesn’t need to show his remarkable skill any more," Wen Liang, who had been watching from one side with a smile, remarked.

"Who is this, such impudence!" Tang Xuan glared at him.

"This one is Wen Liang," Wen Liang replied with cupped fists.

"From the long established Wen Clan? Whose disciple are you?" Tang Xuan asked coldly.

"Please allow me to humbly decline. I’m afraid that saying his name would insult my shifu\'s reputation." Wen Liang shook his head.

"Spit it out when you’re asked. Where’d all your nonsense come from?" Grandmaster Tang picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea. "Drink this cup of tea, and speak properly."

"Yes, speak properly." Tang Xuan took the tea from Grandmaster Tang and passed it to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang hurriedly accepted the cup of tea with respect and drank it all in one mouthful. "I dare not refuse to drink Grandmaster Tang’s tea."

"Are you not afraid of burning your mouth." Tang Xuan snorted coldly.

"How could I scald my mouth? Just now, Brother Tang Xuan dripped a drop of ice water into the cup of tea from Grandmaster. If an ordinary person drank it, wouldn’t their blood clot immediately and they’d die?" Wen Liang said with a wide grin.

Tang Xuan was not annoyed despite being exposed. He looked at Wen Liang and said, "Your eyes are not too weak, and you have quite the guts. Spit it out, who is your master? Otherwise, people will say I’m bullying a junior."

"Actually, I am indeed not your junior." Wen Liang scratched his head. "My master is also quite old. His name is—"

"Wen Hujiu."

Wen Hujiu didn’t sound like the name of an ordinary person. If one spoke it seriously, inevitably, someone will snicker out loud. Who would want to be called "Wen Hujiu"? But the great hall that was just starting to become boisterous suddenly fell silent again. No one wanted to laugh. Everyone was just as quiet as when Grandmaster Tang arrived earlier. Because this name was extremely terrifying.

This name was given by the person to himself. When he was young, he said, “A warm jug of wine, explore the martial world.” Then, he willfully changed his own name.

Now that he was an old man, he already had one leg in the grave, but he still did not change his name. His words had become, "A warm jug of wine, watch the setting sun."

When he was young, he was known as the poison who walks under Heaven. Later, when he returned to the Wen Clan, his status rose again and again, and finally he became the most famous person in the Lingnan Wen Clan.

The Wen Clan head of family, Wen Hujiu.

In terms of seniority, he was indeed not lower than Grandmaster Tang.

Even Grandmaster Tang’s face showed a bit of curiosity. "Are you the new apprentice that old poison took in in recent years?"

"This one is Wen Liang, the Wen Clan call me \'little poison\'. Well met, well met." Wen Liang looked proud and cupped his fists.

Tang Xuan\'s expression turned sombre. "So, is this the first time you’ve left Wen Clan, and you’re already trying to make a name for yourself in the martial world?"

"That’s right." Wen Liang picked up the teapot gently, also poured a cup of tea unhurriedly, and handed it to Tang Xuan. "If I could defeat the Tang Clan’s number two poison user, Tang Xuan, then I’m guessing this opening shot will shake the Heavens."

"Tang Clan’s number two?" Tang Xuan asked obliquely as he knocked lightly on the table.

"Plucking water or plucking the moon, half lost in wind and rivers, and half lost in clouds." Wen Liang deliberately turned his head and remarked, "Tang Clan’s number one poison user is naturally Lianyue-xiong, right?"

"Impudent!" Tang Xuan roared with anger.

"Be quiet," Grandmaster Tang interjected, but no one knew if he was speaking to Tang Xuan or Wen Liang.

But both of them closed their mouths in silence. Then, Wen Liang reached out his hand and lightly pointed at the teacup as he raised his eyebrows at Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan reached out angrily, ready to pick up the teacup, but it was taken away by someone else.

"Who!" Tang Xuan turned his head and saw Lei Qianhu, who was wearing a tiger fur coat, holding the teacup. He swirled it gently and looked at Wen Liang. "What did you put in it?"

"Hu-ye, you mustn’t drink it." Wen Liang reached out to stop him. "Don’t drink it!"

"What kind of lethal poison is this? If you poisoned me to death, wouldn’t you make your name in the martial world even faster?" Lei Qianhu put the teacup to his mouth.

Wen Liang finally couldn\'t help it, and said, "There’s no poison in it at all. I just dug out some earwax and threw it in…"

The entire hall was silent.

Lei Qianhu, who had never shown happiness or anger on his face, was starting to lose it. He awkwardly lowered the cup that he’d raised. The chief steward, Lei Tianhen, immediately stepped forward and stealthily took the cup away.

Sitting there, Tang Xuan\'s face turned red then white, but because Lei Qianhu was there, he did not explode.

Wen Liang, whose mischief was exposed, turned his head, afraid to look at Lei Qianhu, and pretended to whistle nonchalantly.

"Qianhu, hasn\'t Snow Moon City sent their representatives yet?" Grandmaster Tang asked, breaking the awkward moment.

Lei Qianhu shook his head. "Citymaster Sikong sent word earlier that their head disciple, Tang Lian, would attend the banquet but that he would return to Tang Clan before coming here. I thought he would have come with you."

"We should have come together, but something came up suddenly and Tang Lian had to leave first. I thought he would arrive earlier than us," Grandmaster Tang replied. "Maybe he was waylaid on the road. The guests have been waiting for a long time. Why not start the banquet first."

Lei Qianhu nodded and sat down.

Lei Tianhen, who had just disposed of the cup earlier, exchanged a glance with Lei Qianhu and nodded, before he announced loudly:

"Start the banquet!"