As the two of them stood in mutual suspicion, trying to gauge the other's thoughts, Ziyuan suddenly appeared not far from them. She called out loudly, "Stop guessing, both of you! Get down quickly. With the Yang God flying so high and fighting so fiercely, don't you think heavenly thunder will strike?"

Zhang Ling turned her head, her gaze cold and mocking as she sneered, "Ziyuan, for the Zheng Yi Sect to have a traitor like you—what an unexpected piece of luck!"

Li Yundong also snorted, "The match isn't decided yet. What if this fellow reneges on the result once we're back down?"

Zhang Ling roared, "Li Yundong, I am older than your parents, and in terms of seniority, I am several generations above you! How dare you humiliate me like this?"

Li Yundong retorted angrily, "Since you are older and of higher seniority, why have you repeatedly tolerated your disciple coming to provoke and insult Ziyuan? Is this the way your so-called righteous sect operates? Come, come! If we don't settle this today, we won't stop! Let's see if the heavenly thunder strikes you or me!"

Zhang Ling was furious and about to launch another attack against Li Yundong when she saw Zou Ping, Du Fei, and Zheng Yuan all flying up to join them.

Zou Ping spotted Ziyuan at once and shouted, "Are you planning to bully the few with the many?"

Li Yundong sneered back, "Do you think we are like you?"

Zou Ping was enraged and about to refute when Du Fei, casting a worried glance at the sky, intervened. He advised, "Venerable Zhang, Venerable Li, I saw the exchange between you two just now. One of you is a master of Taoist arts, and the other is a rising star. This should be a blessing for Taoism. Why must this end in unresolved conflict? As the saying goes, it is better to resolve grudges than to deepen them. Furthermore, fighting under these rumbling, thunderous clouds is rather improper. I suggest you both stand down for now!"

Zheng Yuan stroked his beard, saying with a look of sorrowful compassion, "Venerable Du speaks the absolute truth! I find the arrival of this heavenly thunder rather suspicious. Perhaps we should hold off for the moment."

Li Yundong flatly refused, "No way! You ruined my teahouse's opening day! How am I supposed to run a business now? We must determine a victor today!"

Zhang Ling also sneered, "Fine. I'd like to see just how much real ability your Immovable Wisdom King possesses!"

The others, seeing the two about to clash again, became anxious. Ziyuan quickly interjected, "Since there are arbitrators present, why not let them decide who won and who lost?"

At Ziyuan's suggestion, Du Fei and Zheng Yuan's faces froze. They inwardly cursed: Damn it, this Ziyuan is certainly adept at steering the current and diverting trouble! If I had known this, I wouldn't have involved myself by agreeing to be an arbitrator!

Li Yundong turned to Du Fei and bowed slightly, "Venerable Du, what is your opinion?"

Du Fei looked embarrassed. After some thought, his gaze sharpened, and he gritted out, "In my view, Venerable Li clearly had the upper hand just now, and Venerable Zhang even lost one of his Yang God avatars. If the fight continued, the final result would be hard to ascertain, but based on the situation just then, it should be considered a win for Venerable Li."

Zhang Ling immediately let out a string of cold laughs, "Excellent! The Quanzhen Longmen Sect finally shows its true colors! Well said, Venerable Du!"

Du Fei clasped his hands respectfully, "Venerable Zhang, I am merely stating the facts!"

Zhang Ling huffed, then turned to Zheng Yuan, speaking coldly, "What is your judgment, Sect Master Zheng?"

Zhang Ling thought to herself: I won't get any favors today. I offended Zheng Yuan last time; I’m afraid he's here to get revenge.

But just as Zhang Ling was thinking this, Zheng Yuan spoke up, "Venerable Du is mistaken. If it's a contest of power, how can a momentary gain or loss decide the outcome? In my opinion, if this continues, Venerable Zhang, relying on his deep foundation and various divine abilities, will certainly turn the situation around. Therefore, I say Venerable Zhang won, because his cultivation level is fundamentally higher than Venerable Li's!"

Zhang Ling was both surprised and delighted, thinking: This Zheng Yuan is actually putting aside old grudges? Perhaps I misjudged him?

Li Yundong, however, felt a surge of anger and sneered, "Zheng Yuan, I still haven't settled accounts with you from last time. Are you looking to die?"

A sharp glint flashed in Zheng Yuan's eyes. His expression remained unchanged as he slowly stroked his beard and said, "Venerable Li, what do you mean by that? I don't understand. I am merely stating what is reasonable. Ask anyone else—in terms of cultivation level, are you higher or is Venerable Zhang higher?"

Li Yundong growled, "Does the one with higher cultivation always win the fight? If that were true, then Wu Hao and Lü Fengping shouldn't have died at the foot of the Himalayas; I should have been the one!"

Zheng Yuan immediately erupted in rage, his face contorted, "Li Yundong, what did you just say!"

Ziyuan saw that Li Yundong's remark had struck at the heart of Zheng Yuan's sore spot. If Zheng Yuan joined the fray, the practitioners fighting in the mid-air would attract the heavenly thunder even faster with their spiritual energy, and if it actually struck, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Ziyuan immediately spoke up, "Since the two arbitrators have conflicting opinions, we should let the other arbitrator judge who won!"

Du Fei immediately agreed upon hearing this, "Venerable Ziyuan is right; Shen Wancai should be the one to rule on the victory!"

Zheng Yuan's eyes darted, and he nodded in agreement.

Zhang Ling scoffed, "He's just a mortal layman! How can he judge a contest of magic he can't even see?"

Ziyuan responded, "Venerable Zhang speaks the truth. However, since he cannot see your magical duel, why not add another contest that he can see, and let him use that as the basis for his judgment?"

Li Yundong's eyes lit up. He said, "Then Venerable Zhang goes first for the first round, and I will set the rules for the second!"

Ziyuan's expression remained calm, but inwardly she praised Li Yundong's quick wit and synchronicity.

Zhang Ling, confident in her high skill and mastery, saw the lightning flashes in the dark clouds above growing more ferocious. She nodded, "Fine! Bring forth whatever ability you have!"

With that, she flashed away, swiftly flying back towards the ground.

Li Yundong exchanged a look with Ziyuan, and both flew back quickly.

The moment Li Yundong’s Yang God returned to his body, he saw Ziyuan and the others filing in through the door. All the patrons inside and outside the Third Heaven Teahouse were staring at him, as if expecting him to conjure the teacup now.

Li Yundong thought to himself: I can't exactly say that the duel with Zhang Ling ended inconclusively, requiring an extra round. But now everyone is watching me, expecting me to produce the teacup. What do I say?

As Li Yundong pondered, inspiration struck him. He bowed and announced, "My apologies for keeping everyone waiting. I will conjure the teacup shortly!"

He then turned to Su Chan and instructed, "Chan'er, go find a large water vat—or a large teacup vat will do. Remember, it must be big—the bigger the better!"

Su Chan's eyes twinkled. Though she didn't know what Li Yundong was planning, she cleverly replied, "I happened to buy a large teacup vat previously for storing things. It's just the right time to use it today!"

Saying that, she darted to the storage room and returned carrying a large vat with one hand.

The crowd looked over curiously, and then gasped in surprise. The vat in Su Chan’s hands was as thick as the waist of two grown men, and it was as tall as Su Chan's waist—over a meter high. They laughed, "That's not a teacup vat! That's clearly a rice vat!"

"Strange, why would a teahouse have such a huge vat?"

Su Chan carried the vat to the center stage and set it down with a dull thud, letting everyone know its significant weight. They immediately began examining Su Chan with astonished eyes, thinking: This beautiful and cute little girl has such immense strength? To carry such a huge vat with one hand? Not only does the Third Heaven Teahouse have many beauties, but these beauties all possess extraordinary skills? Amazing, truly amazing!

Li Yundong glanced at the vat and nodded at Su Chan, "Go fill that vat with water."

Su Chan chirped an acknowledgment and turned back toward the rear room. Zhou Qin, standing nearby, offered, "I'll help carry the water."

As she moved, Cao Kefei, who had been intently watching the proceedings, also declared, "I'll go too!"

Liu Fei'er’s eyes swirled, and she followed with a smile playing on her lips.

After the young women entered the back room, Su Chan looked back curiously, "Why so many people? I could manage alone."

Zhou Qin laughed, "Alright, alright. You take all the glory; can't I just lend some strength to my master?"

Su Chan chuckled, "Then Sister Zhou Qin, help me carry two buckets of water later."

Cao Kefei and Liu Fei'er also forgot about observing the back rooms of the Third Heaven. They watched as Su Chan and Zhou Qin emerged, each carrying two buckets filled to the brim. The buckets were deep and thick, and filled with water, they must have weighed twenty or thirty catties, yet the two women carried them as if they weighed nothing, and not a single drop splashed out despite their swift pace.

Cao Kefei and Liu Fei'er clicked their tongues in amazement. Cao Kefei exchanged a look with Liu Fei'er and whispered, "See? They're masters, right?"

Liu Fei'er nodded, casting a look of private admiration at Su Chan and Zhou Qin, and murmured, "They look so slender and frail, but they have such great strength!"

Cao Kefei whispered back, "This isn't just about strength. Look how full their buckets are, yet they walk quickly without spilling a drop. That is real mastery!"

Liu Fei'er exclaimed in admiration, "I wonder how they learned such things!"

Cao Kefei laughed, "Didn't you hear Zhou Qin say? She learned from her master."

Liu Fei'er blinked, "Who is her master?"

Cao Kefei laughed, "For a celebrity, you have terrible observation skills! Didn't you see Zhou Qin address him as 'Master' when speaking to Li Yundong? Of course, her master is Li Yundong!"

Liu Fei'er blinked again, "No way. How old is he? He looks about my age, doesn't he?"

Cao Kefei chuckled, "Learning knows no age; ability determines the teacher! If the disciple is a master, the master certainly can't be far behind. Just watch!"

Liu Fei'er made a face, "Hmph. I want to see what he plans to do with this vat of water to change the teacup back."