A duel between two millennial masters, and the reward is three tables of dishes and a pile of ingredients?

If that's the case...

"Alright!" Lu Zheng nodded, agreeing.

He had tasted the Five-Colored Pheasant; it was indeed delicious, so the White Jade Milk Sheep and Snowfield White Ox should be equally good ingredients.

For such a sure-win duel, Lu Zheng didn't mind adding more ingredients to his home refrigerator.

Liu Qingyan lifted a breeze, staying in place with Elder Liu, Madam Liu, and Liu Qingquan, while Lu Zheng moved forward alone, approaching Yue Yifeng.

But midway through, Lu Zheng's gaze flickered, looking toward a mountain peak on the left, where he saw under an old pine tree at the peak, a monk and a Daoist playing chess.

"Hmm?" Lu Zheng paused.

Yue Yifeng glanced over in that direction following Lu Zheng's gaze and said indifferently, "It's a Daoist from Yuan Mountain Temple and a monk from Dharma King Temple. I was waiting for you here yesterday, so they followed along too."

Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding.

Yue Yifeng, a master of the Moon Shadow White Wolf, suddenly appeared pompously with his wife near the border of the Northern Domain and Great Jing.

He didn't seem to be leading a Northern Domain tribe to attack Great Jing, nor did he appear to be low-key traversing to explore Great Jing.

This naturally aroused the vigilance of the Huo Mountain Daoist and Buddhist Paths, leading two masters to come and see what Yue Yifeng intended to do.

Lu Zheng didn't know if Yue Yifeng had told them his intent, but it seemed unlikely they would believe it even if he did.

So they might as well stay put and watch how the situation unfolds by playing chess not far from Yue Yifeng.

...

The reality was just as Lu Zheng had surmised.

Master Miaoyi from Yuan Mountain Temple and Zen Master Chi Huan from Dharma King Temple were observing Yue Yifeng while playing chess, and they saw a man bringing a family of Tushan Celestial Foxes appear.

The ensuing conversation left both of them bewildered and dumbfounded.

"Yue Yifeng is here just for a meal?"

"Extraordinary people do extraordinary things, perhaps what he cooks is unique in some way?"

"His cultivation is not weak, his aura not evident, it's hard to tell if he's human or demon."

"His Sword Dao is superb, able to stand on equal footing with Yue Yifeng."

"A friend to the Tushan Clan, yet coming toward Great Jing, he's likely human."

"He seems to be involved with that Fox Girl; who knew she'd bring her family along?"

"So young, I wonder which Sword Sect genius disciple he is."

"We can't let him die here."

"No need for us to intervene, the Moon Shadow White Wolf and Tushan Celestial Fox clans aren't sworn enemies, Yue Yifeng wouldn't dare kill."

The monk and the Daoist finally dropped their pretense and looked this way.

...

Lu Zheng nodded slightly at Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan, then watched as Yue Yifeng soared into the air, conjuring a gale, rushing toward him. Midway, Yue Yifeng reached out and unsheathed a Crescent Saber, swinging it toward him.

A burst of Spiritual Power locked onto him, and a three-foot-long Sword Qi seemed to traverse space, arriving in an instant.

You want to see my swordsmanship, huh? Fine, I won't bully you; I'll use swordsmanship to duel with you once.

Lu Zheng gestured with a sword finger, and a Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword flew out swiftly from the gourd, its silver glow swirling, cyan mist stretching, lightly tapping onto the Sword Qi, shattering it, sending sword light scattering.

The next moment, the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword, undiminished in momentum, shot straight at Yue Yifeng.

"Good!"

Yue Yifeng lightly shouted, advancing instead of retreating. Holding the Crescent Saber, he swung it casually toward the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword.

"Ding!"

With a light sound, the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword was deflected, and Yue Yifeng's figure turned into a black shadow, advancing with the gale, trying to close in on Lu Zheng.

Yue Yifeng was incredibly fast, as swift as the flying sword. Though the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword turned to return, it clearly couldn't make it back before he reached Lu Zheng, and Lu Zheng alone, with only Sword Qi, couldn't block Yue Yifeng's true form.

Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan's eyes narrowed, ready to act at any moment.

"The young man is inexperienced."

"Retreat quickly, don't let him get close!"

The release of the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword made them realize Lu Zheng was a master of the Flying Sword path, likely lacking in close combat ability.

"Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture, is he from Feiyu Mountain?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But the next moment, Lu Zheng's figure did not retreat; instead, he pointed his sword finger once more.

"Whoosh!"

Another Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword shot out from the gourd at his waist.

"Twin swords?"

Yue Yifeng's pupils shrank abruptly, reduced to the size of a pinpoint, as he shifted, placing the saber in front.

"Ding!"

A light sound echoed as the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword precisely tapped on the side of the saber, causing Yue Yifeng to pause.

The next moment, the first Silver Feather Cyan Mist Sword looped around from behind.

"Not bad!"

Yue Yifeng exclaimed in praise, the Crescent Saber swinging deftly, swift as lightning, with Sword Qi crisscrossing, such that even the two flying swords couldn't close in.

Lu Zheng maneuvered the twin swords, executing the Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture, keeping a measured distance, engaging Yue Yifeng in a sword and saber duel.

The Crescent Saber swirled a halo of silver light, enveloping Yue Yifeng, Sword Qi permeating and slicing through the surrounding space for dozens of feet, making it difficult to approach even with the Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords.

Yet, the twin Silver Feather Cyan Mist Swords moved like divine eagles, cyan misting spreading, weaving through the Sword Qi-laden space, continually probing for Yue Yifeng's vulnerabilities.

The occasional clash of sword and saber sent a light chime echoing through the air, resonating endlessly.

...

"Great Sword Technique! Great Swordsmanship!"

"Yue Yifeng lives up to being the heir of the Moon Shadow White Wolf Clan; this Sword Technique alone likely surpasses many of the old wolves."

"This young man is impressive too; the Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture is executed perfectly, holding his own with ease."

...

One must admit, Yue Yifeng's immersion in Sword Technique was profound. Even with Lu Zheng enhancing his Sword Control Technique with a lot of Light of Fortune, without vying in cultivation, only comparing swordsmanship, he could only remain on par.

After exchanging blows for a moment, Yue Yifeng's eyes sparkled, the curved saber in his hand trembling, and the next moment, two saber shadows flew out from his saber, pinning the two flying swords. Then his figure flickered, closing in on Lu Zheng once more.

In an incredibly short time, Yue Yifeng had familiarized himself with Lu Zheng's Sword Road and used Magical Power saber shadows to temporarily entangle both flying swords.

"Impressive Swordsmanship!"

Yue Yifeng's voice sounded in Lu Zheng's ear.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Lu Zheng smiled subtly, patting the gourd once, and a White Cloud Sword, re-refined after being captured, appeared in his hand, instantly striking eighteen times, unleashing streaks of White Cloud Sword Qi, with fluffy white clouds dissipating from the continuous cyan mist, encircling Yue Yifeng.

"White Cloud Swordsmanship?"

"White Cloud Temple?"

Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan exchanged questioning glances.

But Yue Yifeng, though surprised, remained composed, a surge of Demon Qi bursting forth, dispersing the encircling white clouds, then closing in on Lu Zheng, their blades and swords clashing once more.