Still cursing loudly at Wu Yaolin, Wang Weilong remained oblivious to the fact that Ye Yiming had just affirmed himself completely in that moment.

Ye Yiming, muttering curses as he walked, returned to his room to find Wang Weilong still ranting. Ye Yiming grabbed a chair and sat down.

After ranting for a while, Wang Weilong finally paused and gasped for breath, saying to Ye Yiming, "Cousin, don't worry. As long as you don't leave the Guo mansion or accept that shameless challenge, what can he do? Hmph!"

Worried? Ye Yiming couldn't help but laugh. Was he, Ye Yiming, afraid of that shameless person? What a joke! How could he fear such a person?

However, Ye Yiming glanced at the invitation in his hand and had a sudden thought. Didn't the servant just say that this invitation was sent by the Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the person representing that shameless challenger?

Could it be? Ye Yiming had some speculations in his mind.

Seeing Ye Yiming silent for a while, Wang Weilong thought he was scared. But when he saw Ye Yiming staring at the invitation, wrapped in red paper like a formal invitation, Wang Weilong had a bad feeling.

With a swish, Wang Weilong swiftly snatched the invitation from Ye Yiming's hand and tore it open with a hiss.

After tearing the red paper, a dark red invitation appeared in front of Ye Yiming and Wang Weilong, with three glaring golden characters written in gold powder on it.

Challenge Letter!

This dark red invitation was the challenge letter from Wu Yaolin to Ye Yiming.

"I swear, this Wu Yaolin is so deceitful. He actually wrapped the challenge letter and sent it over, truly shameless." Wang Weilong saw the challenge letter and started cursing Wu Yaolin again.

The red paper with golden letters was one type of challenge letter. Challenge letters were categorized into red paper with golden letters, red paper with black letters, white paper with black letters, and white paper with red letters, each representing different meanings.

A challenge letter on red paper with golden letters usually indicated a friendly sparring challenge, often occurring during martial arts gatherings.

A challenge letter on red paper with black letters meant a serious competition to determine superiority, usually arising during disputes or conflicts over interests.

A challenge letter on white paper with black letters was a life-and-death challenge, typically occurring during duels or between sworn enemies.

A challenge letter on white paper with red letters meant that one of the participants must die for the challenge to end, usually appearing in cases of extreme enmity.

Regarding the meaning of the red paper with golden letters in front of Ye Yiming, it indicated a friendly sparring challenge. However, Ye Yiming didn't naively think that Wu Yaolin would stop at that. Considering their animosity, Wu Yaolin would probably want to kill him several times over! A friendly sparring? Who would believe that!

Although Wu Yaolin wouldn't dare to kill him, he would still make Ye Yiming suffer. But the premise was that he had to win first. Was that possible?

"Alright, why are you so anxious? I didn't say I would really go and fight him." Ye Yiming looked at Wang Weilong, who was extremely anxious, and couldn't help but be speechless. He hadn't said he would go, so why was he getting so worked up?

This was a classic case of someone being more anxious than the emperor! Not going? Wang Weilong's cursing abruptly stopped, and he looked at Ye Yiming in disbelief, saying, "Not going? But cousin, you have already accepted Wu Yaolin's challenge letter. How can you not go?"

"It's just a dinner invitation, isn't it? Why should I go?" Ye Yiming said indifferently.

A dinner invitation? Wang Weilong was confused. He scratched his head and asked in puzzlement, "What dinner invitation? This is clearly a challenge letter!"

Oh! Why isn't this kid understanding? Ye Yiming suddenly felt that this eccentric cousin's brain wasn't working properly. He gave Wang Weilong a thump on the head and said impatiently, "Who said this is a challenge letter? This is clearly an invitation from the Third Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion to have flower wine with me. Where are you looking?"

Stolen novel; please report.

"Oh! Ah~" Ye Yiming's explanation immediately woke Wang Weilong up. Wang Weilong clapped his hands and laughed, "Hahaha! Right, this is clearly the shameless invitation from that cousin to have flower wine with you."

After Ye Yiming's explanation, Wang Weilong understood. This was actually a smart move by Wu Yaolin that backfired. Wu Yaolin's original plan was to wrap a layer of red paper on the surface of the challenge letter to confuse others, fearing that Ye Yiming would refuse his challenge.

In this way, once Ye Yiming received the challenge letter, he would find it hard not to think about it. Accepting the challenge and not showing up would be extremely embarrassing. If Ye Yiming really accepted the challenge but didn't show up, not only would he lose face, even the Duke of Wuguo would be ashamed!

As a result, Ye Yiming's marriage with the Princess of Tianyang would probably be ruined directly. If Ye Yiming had the courage to accept the challenge, it would be more in line with Wu Yaolin's intentions, as Wu Yaolin could then beat Ye Yiming severely.

So from Wu Yaolin's perspective, whether Ye Yiming went or not, the result would be similar.

The problem lay in the red paper wrapping the challenge letter. Who would believe that you would send a challenge letter like this? If this were possible, then those lone warriors who had grudges with major powers could challenge them like this every day.

Today I challenge your ten-year-old son, tomorrow I torment your eighteen-year-old mistress. It would never end. So this situation was simply impossible!

Wu Yaolin's idea was not bad, but unfortunately, it was a case of being clever and outsmarting oneself! This was something Wu Yaolin had never expected.

Wang Weilong also understood this point, so he completely let go of his worries and stopped bothering about this matter.

"By the way, cousin, how is the refining of your elixirs going?" After not worrying about the challenge letter, Wang Weilong's attention immediately turned to their business of making money.

"Do you have buyers? I have some intermediate and high-level warrior elixirs here. See if there's an opportunity to sell them." When it came to this topic, Ye Yiming immediately became enthusiastic and focused on Wang Weilong, hoping to hear about some major customers from him.

Wang Weilong's eyes lit up when he heard this. "How many do you have? I have a big buyer here! We can handle any quantity."

"Any quantity? Can you handle 130 intermediate warrior elixirs?" Ye Yiming asked nervously.

"How many? 130 intermediate warrior elixirs?" Wang Weilong was astonished.

Seeing Wang Weilong's surprised expression, Ye Yiming felt a bit anxious and asked, "Is that too much? Can't the big buyer handle it?"

Please don't let it be too much! If the elixirs couldn't be sold in the end, that would be a disaster! Fortunately, Wang Weilong didn't disappoint Ye Yiming.

"How could that be? The other party is a true big buyer; this quantity is nothing!" After saying this, Wang Weilong asked Ye Yiming, "By the way, how many high-level ones do you have?"

Seeing that Wang Weilong truly had a big buyer, Ye Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief. When Wang Weilong asked about the quantity of high-level warrior elixirs, Ye Yiming didn't answer. Instead, he placed the package containing the elixirs in front of Wang Weilong.

Upon seeing Ye Yiming's gesture and the large package in front of him, Wang Weilong became excited. His face flushed as he asked, "What's this?"

Although Wang Weilong had some guesses in his mind, he was afraid of being wrong and cautiously asked Ye Yiming.

Ye Yiming remained silent and just nodded slightly, then smiled.

Without wasting words or unnecessary actions, once Wang Weilong saw Ye Yiming nod, he quickly opened the package.

As the package opened, Wang Weilong's eyes fell on a pile of bean-sized elixirs. The color and fragrance indicated that these were high-level warrior elixirs, a whole pile of them.

Wang Weilong laughed joyfully, then suddenly fainted.

Seeing this, Ye Yiming was speechless for a moment. He was about to go and wake Wang Weilong up, but as soon as Ye Yiming moved, Wang Weilong suddenly sprang up from the ground and bent over, counting the elixirs one by one.

"One, two, three..."

Ye Yiming's forehead went dark. He resisted the urge to kick that raised buttock and said, "No need to count, there are 323 of them!"

But Wang Weilong didn't pay attention to Ye Yiming. Ye Yiming's face twitched, and he slightly moved his right foot backward. Just as Ye Yiming's right foot was about to kick someone's buttocks, Wang Weilong suddenly spoke up.

"Huh, there's some sticky liquid on these elixirs. What is it?" Although he was asking Ye Yiming, Wang Weilong still maintained his raised-buttock posture.

"That seems like... my saliva!!!"

After clearly seeing the liquid as described, Ye Yiming's face immediately turned slightly red, feeling somewhat uncomfortable as he said, "Uh, that's some tea I accidentally spilled on them."

"Ah!" As soon as Ye Yiming finished speaking, Wang Weilong screamed and jumped up, pointing at Ye Yiming and shouting loudly, "Wastrel! You wastrel! This is gold! If it gets ruined, it's worth several hundred taels! Such wastefulness! This is beyond wasteful!"

Watching Wang Weilong pounding his chest and shouting about his wastefulness, Ye Yiming was momentarily speechless, standing aside looking as if he were in the wrong.

After scolding, Wang Weilong lay down again, then carefully used his sleeve to gently wipe away the 'tea' bit by bit, muttering to himself as he wiped, "These are the reserves for saving countless young women! Every bit is precious! Be careful! Be careful! Don't be careless!"

After wiping, Wang Weilong began counting the elixirs one by one again.

Seeing Wang Weilong's appearance, Ye Yiming's slight embarrassment had long disappeared. At this point, he just wanted to give that guy's butt a good kick.

But when Ye Yiming saw Wang Weilong counting happily, he finally gave up on that idea.

Forget it, there's no point in arguing with a child.