Inside the hall, a beautiful woman wearing red was elegantly sipping her fragrant tea. She held the golden teacups and eyed the small leaf details on the cup. "This is an excellent tea, Sect Master. Thank you." Her voice was gentle and soft as she smiled at the old man in front of her. In terms of strength, the woman was an ant compared to the old man. However, her current status was not something that anyone would offend— or at least not openly.

The woman was none other than Fang Ling'er. She was a gorgeous woman who had been the object of fantasy for many young males. Unlike Fang Yu, Fang Ling'er's body was extremely curvaceous. All her womanly properties had been developed really well. Aside from this, she had practiced cultivation arts that could entice men just by the smell that she releases.

Fang Ling'er eyed the two disciples standing next to the Sect Master and immediately released the enticing smell. Smiling, she looked at the Sect Master who was obviously unaffected. "Sect Master… Ling'er is very happy that you were able to grace me with your presence. However… I am not here to talk to you but to my cousin Yu'er. You told me she was coming."

A hundred years ago, Fang Ling'er would never dare something like this to this old man. However, as the favored concubine of the next Sect Leader of Frozen Wraith Sect, her influence in her sect was quite big. Her death would surely create a war between the two sects! She was sure that this was not something this Old Sect Master Jiang would be willing to do at the moment. She sent the Sect Master another provoking smile. This time she sent her enticing scent further, hoping to entice the other members of the sect nearby.

"What is that smell? Who dares bring a pig inside the hall?" A cold voice of a man echoed inside the hall. It made Fang Ling'er trembled in fear, the smell that she released earlier instantly vanished. She immediately turned her head and looked at the two people coming inside. One of them was, of course, Fang Yu who was wearing her signature white robe while the other was an extremely good-looking man with white hair and black robes.

"Sect Master." The man wearing black approached Sect Master Jiang without sparing Fang Ling'er another glance. "I brought Elder Fang."

"Hmmm." The Sect Master smiled at Fang Yu. "Good. Good. Come here… this…"

The Sect Master's words were interrupted when Fang Ling'er suddenly rose from her seat and approached Fang Yu, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. "Cousin! I am glad that you were safe!" She made the attempt to hug Fang Yu but the latter suddenly vanished causing Fang Ling'er to lose her balance and pitifully fell on the floor with a loud thud.

A sneer escaped Fang Yu's lips when she reappeared next to the Sect Master.

"Cousin you— " Fang Ling'er didn't continue her words when she looked at Fang Yu and Mo Li. These two… She immediately wondered if the man next to Fang Yu was his husband! Why else would her scent not affect him? The man must have someone that he loved dearly! She narrowed her eyes at Fang Yu as her servants helped her up. "You dare hurt me?"

"And you dared show your face here?" Fang Yu said. "Do you think I would not kill you after what you did to me and the Sect?" Fang Ling'er paled. She never expected Fang Yu to be this direct!

"Cousin! It has been two hundred years! Those are merely small misunderstandings. You should not let your heart be consumed by rage. If this continues, your cultivation will surely not improve."

"Is that why your cultivation is still pitiful?" Fang Yu countered before laughing. "Pitiful Fang Ling'er, do you think your husband would favor you once I visit him in your sect?" Fang Ling'er's husband was called, Xiawen Dong. He was the nephew of the current Sect Master of Frozen Wraith Sect. Aside from this, rumors of him being the next Sect Master started swirling for a few years now.

"How dare you!? My dear husband… my dear husband would never ignore me like that." Fang Ling'er said. In Fang Yu's memory, Xiawen Dong was a very good looking person. However, the man reeked of blood and looked like he would devour Fang Yu anytime. Because of this, Fang Yu immediately rejected the proposal before.

"What did you come here for?" Fang Yu ignored the other's claims about Xiawen Dong. According to her sources, that man already has twelve concubines. Still, he shamelessly claimed that he was still looking for his main wife.

"My dear husband would like to invite someone from the Sect. Someone to represent the Eight Palms Sect in a potion-making contest."

The Sect Master and Fang Yu immediately eyed each other. "Benefits?" Fang Yu said. In this world, she could be considered rich because she was extremely pampered by the Sect Master and her potioneering skills made her earn a lot of resources in the past. She was no longer looking for money and other things that would satisfy a mortal person.

"The Sect Master said that the winner will hold the token to open a secret space that contains a lot of plants and resources that can be used in advancing." Seeing the interest in Fang Yu's eyes, her cousin immediately continued. "The Frozen Wraith Sect were the ones who held the toke for more than fifty years now. However, we are willing to give it to you as long as you agree to make a potion and win against our representative."

"And who is this representative?" The Sect Master spoke.

"Naturally, it's the best among the best." Fang Ling'er responded. "It's me."

Fang Yu snickered. Based on talents and potioneering, she was obviously more skilled than Fang Ling'er. However, Fang Yu didn't rebut nor argue with her. She looked at the proud woman and immediately realized that the Fang Ling'er in her memories was too different from the woman in front of her now.

"Alright. I agree." Fang Yu said. "Give us the details."

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