Because a sudden flash of information crossed his mind, Rachel Bolton's lewd and playful smile appeared in his head, and he suddenly wondered if this woman could be the legendary Grace Foster?

“Grace Foster Master! Wow, today Grace Foster Master is even more beautiful…”

The whispers in the crowd immediately confirmed his suspicion.

He felt embarrassed; it was one thing to brag about being the young master of the Zhu family—at least that was somewhat related to the truth—but to boast about having a marriage engagement with the eldest daughter of the Nanhai Gao family, Grace Foster, that was pure fantasy.

If this brag had only spread in a small circle, it would have been fine.

But Eric Clark knew himself well; he was notorious in the Lingfu Hall. Could such explosive news really be contained?

In fact, out of the corner of his eye, Eric Clark had already noticed many gloating looks directed at him, making him suddenly realize that today’s master’s lecture was a huge trap, and he had fallen right into it…

Chapter 5: Fallen Into a Big Trap!

Grace Foster stood on the master’s podium, her eyes on her nose, her nose on her heart, saying not a word.

In front of her was the Xin Gui screen, displaying the information of all the disciples who had entered the lecture hall today.

Each disciple’s information corresponded to a fixed seat in the hall, clear and obvious at a glance.

Grace Foster had been in a terrible mood lately. Ever since her master had assigned her to the “Lingfu Hall” upon entering the Nanhai Lecture Hall, she had been full of resentment.

She was a bona fide sword cultivator, and her master was none other than the grand master of the Divine Sword Hall, “One-Word Wisdom Sword” Sophie King. For a sword cultivator like her to join the “Lingfu Hall” as a master was something she was extremely unwilling to do.

Although she practiced both sword and talisman arts, compared to the sword path, the talisman path was ultimately a minor, side discipline—completely at odds with the sword immortal path in Grace Foster’s heart. How could she be content?

If not for her master’s repeated earnest persuasion about the importance of a foundation in the talisman path, she would never have agreed to join the “Lingfu Hall.”

What she didn’t expect was that after joining Lingfu Hall, all sorts of troubles would follow one after another.

First, she was appointed as the master of the lecture hall, having to face the lowest-level disciples every day and explain the most basic runes to them.

After just one lecture, Grace Foster was thoroughly disgusted, because not only were these low-level disciples weak in cultivation, but each one was full of bad intentions. Some low-level male cultivators looked at her with sneaky, lustful eyes, their gaze even flashing with a green light, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

If they were outside, who would dare show such blatant expressions in front of her?

Grace Foster could have blinded them with a single sword strike.

But now she was a master—how could she lay a hand on a bunch of low-level disciples?

Moreover, after humbling herself to join the “Lingfu Hall,” she was actually looked down upon by some of the elite disciples there. There was even a female disciple named William Hill who openly questioned her skills in the talisman path.

This almost made her explode with anger!

It was a blatant provocation—a postnatal cultivator openly challenging an innate cultivator.

The elders and masters of Lingfu Hall turned a blind eye to this, and some even seemed to be gloating, eager to watch the spectacle.

What could be tolerated, and what could not? Grace Foster resolutely accepted the challenge from this girl.

The outcome, of course, was never in doubt. Grace Foster, skilled in both sword and talisman arts and a true disciple of “One-Word Wisdom Sword” Sophie King, might not be deeply versed in the talisman path, but dealing with a postnatal-level Lingfu Hall disciple was a complete walkover.

The two debated talismans in public, and in the end, Grace Foster won decisively, finally establishing her position as the master of the “Lingfu Hall.”

But it didn’t end there.

Grace Foster then encountered something even more outrageous.

Rumors spread within Lingfu Hall that among the low-level disciples, there was a Zhu family disciple who publicly claimed to have been engaged to her since childhood, and that he would officially marry her when he turned twenty.

The first time Grace Foster heard such talk, her hands and feet went cold—she could hardly believe her ears.

When had she ever been engaged to a Zhu family disciple?

The younger generation of the Eric Clark family had generally declined; aside from one Kevin Clark who still had some potential, who else was even worth noticing?

Even Kevin Clark, his cultivation was still far below hers. If he wanted to become her Dao companion, that would be like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

And now, a low-level Zhu family disciple was spouting such wild claims, saying he was engaged to her—wasn’t that the biggest joke of all?

What hit Grace Foster even harder was that she later heard this low-level disciple wasn’t even a Zhu family member at all; his claim to be one was just self-aggrandizement.

Grace Foster was furious…

What kind of place was this “Lingfu Hall,” anyway?

William Hill’s open provocation was one thing—at least she had some ability, reaching the eighth level of the postnatal stage at a young age, with boundless potential. Plus, as a member of the Yun family, she had a powerful background and a promising future, so a bit of arrogance was understandable.

But a low-level disciple in a black robe from “Lingfu Hall”—wasn’t that the lowest of the low in the cultivation world?

He… he… he actually dared to spout such nonsense and ruin her reputation?