Zhou Bufan and the others, while not as visibly shaken, slowly set down their teacups, their expressions indifferent as they looked at Fang Chen. The beggar Daoist suppressed his shock and leaned toward Wu Weizi, speaking softly. "Daoist Wu, about earlier misunderstandings… Please don’t take it to heart." Wu Weizi’s lips curled into a faint sneer as he glanced at the beggar Daoist without a word. The beggar Daoist’s heart sank, and he began pondering how to pacify the Purple Sun Dao Sect. Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, he raised his teacup and hurled it toward Fang Chen. Rising to his feet with an air of righteous indignation, he declared, "Foul heretic! How dare you humiliate your fellow Daoists! Today, I’ll stand against you to the bitter end!" The teacup shattered at Fang Chen’s feet, spilling its dark yellow tea. However, the liquid was blocked by the protective spiritual energy surrounding Fang Chen. Wu Weizi glanced at the beggar Daoist, his anger dissipating somewhat. In a detached tone, he said, "I’ll overlook the previous misunderstanding. When we settle accounts later, make sure to pull your weight." The beggar Daoist nodded repeatedly. "Of course, of course." Daoist Li and the others were fuming, glaring at the group with seething anger. However, given the current situation, they had no room to interject and could only wait quietly. The Qin Clan’s patriarch and the others were momentarily stunned, their expressions flickering with a trace of peculiarity. Why was Fang Chen so calm and composed, even in the presence of the three Immortal Kings? Could it be that he didn’t realize the situation he was in? These three Immortal Kings were not here to observe the ceremony, they were here to settle scores! Qin Feng, restrained by the Immortal Qin clan cultivators to prevent his departure, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Young Master Fang truly lives up to his name! Even in the face of such an imposing lineup, he shows not a hint of fear!” Chu Lan, gazing at this face whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, smiled faintly and said, “Naturally. How else could he have saved your life back then?” “Madam, regardless of Young Master Fang’s reputation or skill, I fear he may not survive today,” said the Qin Family’s patriarch with a solemn expression. “With the three Immortal Kings present, even if he escapes alive, the Three Thousand Dao Sect will likely face total annihilation.” Dragon Sovereign and Immortal King Gu Xi watched Fang Chen with an indifferent gaze, remaining silent. Meanwhile, Ouyang Xuanzhen chuckled. “Young one, tell me, do you stand here as a disciple of the Void Immortal Sword Sect, or a member of the Dao Sect?” Fang Chen smiled calmly. “Senior, I am both a member of the Dao Sect and a disciple of the Void Immortal Sword Sect. There is no contradiction between the two.” “How greedy you are,” Ouyang Xuanzhen remarked with a hint of amazement. “Greedy?” Fang Chen chuckled lightly. “There are three thousand Grand Daos. If given the opportunity, why shouldn’t I claim ninety percent of them for myself? Your insistence on following a single path to the end, senior… if we speak in Buddhist terminology, it would be called an attachment to form.” At that moment, wandering Dao cultivators from various regions gathered closer. Upon hearing Fang Chen’s words, their faces were all filled with shock and astonishment. The leaders of the great clans and the powerful figures of the Dao Sect exchanged bewildered glances. This guy… Is he lecturing an Immortal King?! Xu Qingsong bellowed in fury, “Fang Chen, you’re far too presumptuous! The patriarch of my sect holds an exalted status in the Dao Sect. How dare you criticize him? Kneel and apologize immediately!” Daoist Yuan Ju spoke in a detached tone, “Immortal King Xuanzhen is a venerable senior of the Dao Sect, having immersed himself in its arts for countless years. Few in this world can rival his mastery. And you, a mere junior who hasn’t even studied for a century, dare to spout such arrogance.” Voices of reprimand erupted from countless Dao cultivators, filling the heavens and earth with their anger, drowning out all else. Only when Ouyang Xuanzhen gently raised his hand did the crowd gradually fall silent. “Young one,” Ouyang Xuanzhen began with a light smile, “you’ve certainly absorbed seven or eight parts of the Void Immortal Sword Sect’s arrogance. But what you don’t seem to understand is that their sword cultivators have the strength to back up their pride. You, however, are still a fledgling. How dare you preach your grand theories before me?” ℞аꞐó𐌱ƐꞨ The crowd looked at one another, and Zhou Bufan and the others couldn’t help but gloat. If Fang Chen dared to serve that tea, would he still have any chance of surviving today? However, if he didn’t, how could he claim the capability to restore the Three Thousand Dao Sect? Just then, a thin, frail old man appeared unnoticed beside Zhou Bufan and the others. Picking up a cup of tea, he waved toward Ouyang Xuanzhen and said, “Ouyang Xuanzhen, come down and have a drink.”