Bai Zhang fumed, thumping his fist on the table angrily.

There was no respect left for elders now in this day and age!

Meanwhile, Li Meirong who still had some cake crumbs left on her hands quickly finished the last bits of her pastry.

They look as if they've never eaten sweets in their lives…

As she viewed the silver-haired man in front of her, she couldn't help but think that Zhu Qingyue's usually cold and otherworldly features looked ridiculously cute now, like a squirrel stuffing his mouth full of walnuts. Li Meirong placed a hand over her mouth to cover her smile.

She would have never imagined such an intimidating looking man would have a moment like this!

Bai Qingyue unabashedly finished swallowing the desserts.

When he relished the taste in his mouth after stuffing himself full of Li Meirong's cakes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the gut and contorted in discomfort, clutching his bloated belly.

There was a reason why cultivators scarcely ate, not to mention the gods. Mortal food contained a lot of impurities and was hard for the body to digest.

Unless it was spiritual fruits or meals enhanced with spirit essence powder, one must eat with care lest they damage their physique.

Although there wasn't any fear for Bai Qingyue that it would harm his immortal body, the stomach aches he experienced felt horrible.

Still, he regretted nothing!

Noticing Zhu Qingyue's face contorting in pain, Li Meirong asked in concern, "Are you feeling alright, senior disciple?"

"Fine." Bai Qingyue gritted back in response, trying not to show a disgraceful image in front of her.

Bai Zhang couldn't suppress his laughter this time, his eyes curved with mirth as he snickered in contempt.

Serves you right for eating all the pastries!

The old father fox's lips stretched into a crafty smirk, plotting ways to snatch future delicacies. Wasn't he the all-powerful Grandmaster of this sect? He could just go and grab some whenever he likes!

He controls the whole sect, after all. Doesn't that mean he can do whatever he wants?

Li Meirong's eyes darted fretfully between Grandmaster Zhu Zhang and Zhu Qingyue, hoping the blame won't be placed on her for making the dish.

During the same time, Bai Zhang was enjoying his moment of karmic retribution. Despite his ongoing amusement, it didn't take long for him to offer his benevolence by summoning a canister of spirit infused ginger sticks from his spatial storage bag.

"Here, chew on this. It will help relax your upset stomach." Bai Zhang instructed his son.

Bai Qingyue followed his advice and shortly after, he sighed in relief as the symptoms lessened and he gradually started feeling better. His stomach, however, remained bulging ungracefully due to bloating.

Noting all the time that had passed without Snowball coming back, Li Meirong's worries resurfaced. She rose from her seat and respectfully bowed.

"Seeing as my Fox Spirit has yet to return, I shall take my leave now." And may our paths never meet again. She left that unsaid.

Bai Zhang lifted his hand up, halting her departure. "Hold it!"

Her back stiffened the moment he spoke, she looked up and noticed the two briefly exchanging looks with each other...

Bai Zhang nudged Bai Qingyue, urging him to take charge and go through according to their plan.

Bai Qingyue stood from his seat as well. His golden eyes bore into Li Meirong as he said, "In preparation for the upcoming martial arts tournament, my father has summoned me after witnessing your talent at the time of the trial. I have been brought here to act as your teacher." His long hair and somewhat feminine features heavily contrasted with the low and deep voice he emitted.

Li Meirong shifted her feet in agitation. She had no intentions of joining any silly tournament!

"I'm afraid that I'm really not suitable, I've only just started cultivating and have no knowledge of any martial arts."

"You have a talent for it."

When Bai Zhang heard his son spouting lies without an ounce of change to his expression, he felt a tinge of admiration for the Sovereign Lord. What talent? He provided her with all her powers on a silver platter!

"I really have no desire to learn martial arts, I just want to live peacefully and cultivate slowly." said Li Meirong.

Bai Qingyue's vein twitched in rising anger. Was his woman the reincarnation of a Buddhist monk!?

Martial arts cultivation is the most dangerous way of raising one's cultivation since it requires the cultivator to be put in harm's way against numerous opponents, but it is also the fastest method. The training requires constant practice in both mind and body but the results were the most lucrative.

Woman, you'll not make me wait thousands of years for you!

"You are obligated to join!" Bai Qingyue roared.

After being yelled at by Zhu Qingyue, Li Meirong decided that she finally had enough of the Zhu family. She was losing her wits worrying about Snowball and this family was like a thorn at her side, bothering her at every turn. Turns out the son was just as aggravating as the father! All her forgiveness regarding their previous entanglement extinguished.

No matter what, they simply cannot get along!

"I am not going to join! I quit!"