“What? Full Armor Combat? Aren’t you just bullying people?” Lin Wan looked shocked and full of disbelief at Lu Zheng, as if saying she hadn’t expected him to be like this.

In the afternoon, after having a “spar” with Zhang Tiexia, the spot was pretty much secured, and Lu Zheng just waved goodbye.

Zhao Wenyu wanted him to stay for dinner, but Lu Zheng refused.

How could eating with a few guys compare to dining with the police flower miss?

During dinner, Lu Zheng casually talked to Lin Wan about the Full Armor Combat.

“So you’ve decided to join?” Lin Wan asked helplessly, “This competition looks so unofficial, just an entertainment match!”

“Exactly! That’s why I’m joining because it’s an entertainment match!” Lu Zheng nodded, “Who among serious people would join a formal competition!”

Lin Wan: w

What do you mean? I didn’t get it!

“For instance, UFC is so professional, with transparent fighter information, a large audience, and too much exposure. Plus, there are too many restrictions,” Lu Zheng explained, “That’s why I’m not interested in participating, becoming a monkey for people to watch.”

Lin Wan nodded, somewhat understanding.

“This is different, purely entertainment, and not many participants, so not only are the weight classes unfair, but the armor is also unfair, far from being professional.”

Lu Zheng laughed, “So I can go and have some fun.”

“But what if you completely crush your opponent with your not-so-tall physique?” Lin Wan asked, “Wouldn’t that make you seem special?”

Lu Zheng raised his brows, “Don’t be silly, netizens will make up their own stories, no matter how strong the praise, a hater only needs one sentence.”

Lin Wan asked, “What sentence?”

“If you’re so amazing, why not go for UFC and other professional competitions?”

Lu Zheng said earnestly, “So, there’s definitely a twist in here, deep waters…”

Lin Wan, “…”

“Oh, if you were just exceptionally skilled, that would be great,” Lin Wan said helplessly, “I would definitely drag you to enter UFC.”

Back when Li Changyang and Lv Tieling wanted Lu Zheng to join UFC, Lin Wan was worried Lu Zheng wasn’t strong enough and might get hurt during the match.

Now…

Lin Wan was worried Lu Zheng might get carried away and do something like Flying Sword Beheading or Daytime Invisibility Technique.

“You need to hold back during the competition,” Lin Wan reminded, “This time the match is held at Hai City Gymnasium, and they are selling tickets.”

“Got it, don’t worry, you can also come to watch,” Lu Zheng said, “Participants can bring family members.”

“Sure!” Lin Wan nodded and asked, “How many people can I bring?”

“Who else are you bringing?”

“Xiumin, and Xiaoying.”

“Xiaoying?”

“Li Ying, a colleague from the Hai City Liaison Office, from the tech department,” Lin Wan explained.

“Alright, I want three front-row tickets,” Lu Zheng nodded, and immediately dialed Zhao Wenyu’s number on the spot.

Done!

Seeing Lu Zheng had settled it, Lin Wan played with her phone for a while and then smiled at Lu Zheng, “Xiumin and Xiaoying will both come, they asked me to thank you.”

Lu Zheng blinked, “How to thank me?”

Lin Wan looked up and noticed Lu Zheng’s suggestive gaze, her heart fluttered, “How do you want me to thank you?”

“I say…”

Lu Zheng whispered a few words, making Lin Wan grit her teeth, but…

Why did I unconsciously nod?

…

The next day, Lin Wan pinched Lu Zheng’s arm hard before heading to work.

Lu Zheng gathered up the scattered Wonder Woman Suit, then crossed into ancient times for breakfast.

“Young Master, yesterday Daoist Yuan Jing visited, but you weren’t here,” Uncle Li said, “Daoist left a message asking you to visit the mountain upon return.”

Lu Zheng’s heart tightened, suddenly looking up, “Did he say what it was about?”

“He did,” Uncle Li nodded.

Lu Zheng’s eyes flashed.

“Said Daoist Yuting has arrived and would like you to accompany him for a game of chess on the mountain,” Uncle Li said.

Lu Zheng, “…”

“I understand,” Lu Zheng pouted, but also sighed in relief.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Lu Zheng crossed back to modern times.

He picked up ten pounds of apples, ten pounds of oranges, bought some Daoxiang Village pastries, then returned to ancient times, packing several jars of wine, and then flicked his robes to use Divine Movement Technique heading towards Shaotong Mountain.

The Illusion Technique Daoist Yuting taught Lu Zheng saved him several times in reversing battle outcomes, quite a favor.

Moreover, when Lu Zheng bowed after learning Illusion Technique, Daoist Yuting accepted it, considering himself half a mentor, it was fitting.

If he wasn’t told by Daoist Mingzhang that his swordsmanship wasn’t adept, certainly a Cloud Pattern Sword would be indispensable.

“Senior Brother!”

“Well, Yuan Zheng Junior Brother is here.”

Seeing Lu Zheng’s arrival, Yuan Ning knew why he came and said, “Saw Master and Daoist Yuting went to the mountain top in the morning, you can go straight up.”

“Okay, thanks, Senior Brother!”

Lu Zheng wasn’t polite, the nearest path to the mountain top was through the back gate of White Cloud Temple, so he jumped straight through it, greeted Uncles and Senior Brothers inside, then continued up the mountain.

“Master! Daoist Yuting! Senior Brother!”

In his heart, Lu Zheng thought it was no wonder he hadn’t seen Yuan Jing in the temple, he was here serving the elders.

Upon arrival, without saying a word, he first offered the fruit plate and pastries.

Daoist Mingzhang smiled and nodded, then looked at Yuan Jing, then at his nearly empty teacup.

Yuan Jing blinked, only then pulling his attention from the chess game, hurriedly refilling the water.

Seeing Lu Zheng take things out of the gourd, Daoist Yuting was startled, “Oh my, you have a Qiankun Gourd?”

“Just a stroke of luck!” Lu Zheng chuckled.

“Good stroke of luck!” Daoist Yuting laughed heartily, then took a piece of mung bean pastry in his mouth, his eyes lit up, “Hmm, delicious, sweet but not greasy.”

“Yuan Zheng has quite an assortment, when you descend this time, first make a trip to his home,” Daoist Mingzhang laughed.

Yuan Jing nodded repeatedly.

As Lu Zheng’s cultivation grew, he became more familiar with Master Daoist Mingzhang, and the items Lu Zheng brought to White Cloud Temple also increased.

Besides the initial brushes and wine, each time Lu Zheng went up the mountain, he never came empty-handed, always bringing fruits and pastries.

This made every White Cloud Temple disciple beam happily upon seeing Lu Zheng, more affectionate than when seeing Brother Yuan Jing.

Fortunately, Lu Zheng is an Outer Disciple, and Yuan Jing is broad-minded, else White Cloud Temple would probably have a brother rivalry drama playing out.

Oh? No, that sounds like Daoist Mingzhang is about to die.

“Don’t change the subject,” Daoist Yuting nodded, his eyes flashing, “Fruits and pastries are nothing, upon leaving this time, your Stalactite Ganoderma Wine must fill me a pot.”

“In your dreams!” Daoist Mingzhang immediately said, “How much do you have! Not much!”

Last night’s meal, Daoist Mingzhang had boasted, offering Lu Zheng’s gifted Stalactite Essence Reishi Wine, brimming with spiritual energy, its aroma rich and enticing Daoist Yuting’s taste buds.

Then not only drank three glasses on the spot, he even thought about sharing later?

No way!

Hence Daoist Mingzhang firmly rejected Daoist Yuting.

But surely Daoist Yuting wouldn’t let it go.

So…

Hearing Daoist Yuting’s words and Daoist Mingzhang’s reply, Lu Zheng immediately pulled out two two-pound bottles of medicinal wine from the gourd.

“I still have more here, just right to offer to Master and Daoist Yuting.”

Daoist Mingzhang and Daoist Yuting couldn’t help but glance at each other, nodding in satisfaction.

Plan successful!

And silently gaining favor, Lu Zheng was also very satisfied.

I really am an acting master!