Hong Jiaxin first looked at Luo Yang, fixing him with an inquisitive gaze.

This situation truly put Luo Yang in a difficult position.

Shaking his head would mean preventing a mother-daughter reunion.

A mother and daughter recognizing each other is a fundamental human connection.

Nodding, however, would imply asking Hong Jiaxin to stay.

The Eight Immortals Hall is not exactly a great place, and no one can assure her future happiness here.

Luo Yang merely smiled, allowing her to make her own decision.

At this moment, even Aunt Thirteen urged further, "Jiaxin, after meeting your mother, you can settle here permanently, transfer schools, and see her often."

The Palace Master of Shi Sheng Palace couldn’t take Hong Jiaxin back due to palace rules.

Shi Sheng Palace is entirely female, and romance is forbidden.

If the disciples saw Hong Jiaxin frequently, it would be like saying everyone is free to find partners and have children.

This would disrupt the rules of Shi Sheng Palace.

Placing Hong Jiaxin in the Eight Immortals Hall is also a suitable option.

Moreover, ties with Eight Immortals Hall were needed.

Seeing Hong Jiaxin’s growing hesitation, Luo Yang knew she was in turmoil.

If he opposed her meeting her mother, it would be unfeeling.

He thought, maybe she might find happiness here.

Sighing lightly, Luo Yang said, "Class monitor, why don’t you stay? I’ll go back alone."

He needed to hurry home, fearing not having enough time to say goodbye to friends and family.

Startled, Hong Jiaxin pondered for a while, finally making her decision.

"No, I’m going back with you!" Hong Jiaxin said firmly.

Hearing this, Luo Yang felt both comforted and distressed.

He smiled, his mind racing to find a way out.

Even without the array, with Eight Immortals Hall members nearby, leaving wouldn’t be easy.

Unable to convince Hong Jiaxin, members of Eight Immortals Hall surrounded them, attempting to forcibly keep Hong Jiaxin.

Aunt Thirteen, increasingly anxious, urged, "Jiaxin, meet your mother first and then find him, wouldn’t that be better?"

This argument held little appeal.

Hong Jiaxin was determined to return to the village with Luo Yang and meet her mother later if possible.

Because Luo Yang was poisoned, he might not have much time left.

"Don’t try to persuade me. I’m willing to go with him. Please don’t make it difficult for him." Hong Jiaxin looked around.

Her skills weren’t enough to break through.

Even without taking Hong Jiaxin, Luo Yang alone couldn’t escape the array.

The mysterious golden light in his mind didn’t appear; Shadow Fist and Flying Sword alone couldn’t defeat Eight Immortals Hall’s members.

They came prepared, possibly with magical treasures, making them even more challenging to face.

The Immortal Monarch suddenly spoke, "Young man, since you don’t keep your promises, we won’t be polite! You have two choices, leave on your own or die here!"

This statement left no room for compromise.

The purpose here was twofold: kill Wang Weiye and see Hong Jiaxin.

Either was quite troublesome.

Luo Yang never expected a peaceful resolution with the Eight Immortals Hall.

His expression remained calm, searching for a winning strategy.

Facing overwhelming odds, taking Hong Jiaxin away was indeed tough.

Failing to seize this chance, meeting her again would be difficult.

Even with the Tenth Mu Tan, Skull Fortress, and other forces confronting Eight Immortals Hall, finding Hong Jiaxin again wouldn’t be easy.

The Eight Immortals Hall could hide her; Luo Yang had no way of stopping them.

Thus, Luo Yang wouldn’t forsake taking Hong Jiaxin back to the village.

As she didn’t wish to stay, he would take her away.

Scanning the room, Luo Yang sneered, "Does Eight Immortals Hall care about reputation? So many against one? What will people say?"

The human and non-human figures tensed, ready to pounce.

The Immortal Monarch coolly asked, "How do you want to die?!"

In a duel with the Immortal Monarch, if he knew flying swords, they might fight to a draw.

With Wang Weiye absent, Luo Yang laughed, "If you’re capable, let that bastard Wang Weiye spar with me!"

Boldly using the Three Character Classic to reference Wang Weiye in front of Eight Immortals Hall piqued their ire.

"Want to fight me? Bring it on!" The fake Wang Weiye stepped forward.

"Didn’t realize you’re a beast in disguise! I thought you were a good person!" Hong Jiaxin pouted.

Without X-Ray Ability, she thought it was the real Wang Weiye.

Luo Yang squeezed her hand, whispering in her ear, "Ignore him, he’s a fake, wearing a mask."

Even in a quiet setting, or among chatter, others could hear.

Aunt Thirteen was intrigued, staring at the fake Wang Weiye intently.

Hong Jiaxin was skeptical, but trusting Luo Yang’s nod, she reluctantly believed him.

Eight Immortals Hall members were most surprised.

Even Aunt Thirteen failed to notice the flaw, but Luo Yang exposed it.

The fake Wang Weiye enraged, "Let’s fight if you dare insult me here!"

Despite his words, he hesitated to attack.

Not entirely out of fear of Luo Yang’s Shadow Fist but lacking authorization from the Immortal Monarch deterred him.

"All of you in Eight Immortals Hall, pretending to be dignified, are actually... hahaha..."

The mocking laughter poured out boundless disdain.

Luo Yang’s words flushed even the Immortal Monarch’s face, replacing mild eyes with cold sternness.

"Young man, it seems you’re in a hurry to die! If you wish so, we’ll grant it!"

As he spoke, the Immortal Monarch signaled with a slight eye movement.

Those previously encircling Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin drew closer.

Since Hong Jiaxin stood by Luo Yang, they didn’t wish to harm her.

Again, the Immortal Monarch advised, "Miss Hong, you shouldn’t waste your time with such a country bumpkin. You are of noble birth, a treasure. Step aside and let us deal with him."

Unfazed, Hong Jiaxin declared, "If you want to harm him, you’ll have to kill me first!"

While saying this, she spread her arms, shielding Luo Yang.

This left Luo Yang amused and helpless.

Hong Jiaxin’s skills were quite limited.

Luo Yang wanted to teach her Shadow Fist, but she lacked aptitude and hadn’t grasped it yet.

Seeing her spirited resolve, Luo Yang chuckled, "Class monitor, let me handle this."

Hong Jiaxin glanced at him sidelong, teasing, "If they want to kill you, who else will help you if not me?"

Her righteous stance evoked a helpless smile from Luo Yang.

None present were easy to deal with; reasoning with them was hopeless.

Not wishing to dampen her spirit, he decided to let her try.