Seeing the Wu family's utterly frustrated expressions and how the Zhang family members didn't even dare to breathe loudly, everyone couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

Regardless of whether Xu Hao would be a match for Tu Zhengfei later, his current dominance over the Wu and Zhang families in terms of aura was impressive!

Tu Zhengfei snorted, "Talking more is useless. If you persist in your delusion, don't blame me for being impolite."

Reluctant to talk further with Xu Hao, because he realized he didn't have the upper hand, Tu Zhengfei still decided to make a move, and it was all for the Tu family!

Huadu was crucial. The Wu family was like a massive nail that the Tu family had driven into Huadu—a nail that they couldn't afford to lose.

Xiao Lan immediately spat, "Tch! This old fool can no longer argue, so now he wants to resort to violence. Shameless! How do you even live with yourself? You're almost half a century older than Superman Big Brother, yet you shamelessly want to challenge him? Has no one ever told you you're thick-skinned?"

Xiao Lan's words spared no mercy and hit right where it hurt, causing even Tu Zhengfei's face to turn slightly red.

Others also looked at him with disdain, and even some children gave him the middle finger.

Tu Zhengfei snorted again, "What do you know?! Southwest Medicine King Lei Qianjue is Xu Hao's named disciple. This Southwest Medicine King is of my generation, so strictly speaking, Xu Hao's generation is higher than mine."

Wu Kui's face darkened instantly.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, he knew that Xu Hao was of a higher generation, but he deliberately said Xu Hao was of the same generation to prevent Xu Hao's venomous tongue from prompting him to utter some humiliating titles.

But Tu Zhengfei, probably addled by his years of cultivation, had blurted out such a statement in public.

Not only Wu Kui's face darkened, but also those of the Wu family members and the Zhang family members. They all had a foreboding feeling.

Sure enough, after Xu Hao was stunned for a moment, he suddenly said, "Ah, Tu Zhengfei, if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed it. Turns out I really got it wrong. I'm not very good with these generational rankings; I blundered them that night. According to what you're saying, I am of the same generation as Lei Qianjue's master, so does that mean all of you are of a lower generation than me?"

Tu Zhengfei's expression froze, and he quickly stepped back two steps, thinking to himself that something bad was going to happen. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what, but the instincts of a Grandmaster level expert were alerting him that something terrible was imminent.

Seeing Tu Zhengfei step back, Xu Hao chuckled, "What's there to fear? You, a peak Late Stage Grandmaster level expert, would be afraid of little old me? Tell me, are there any in the Tu family with a higher generation than you?"

"Of course there are!" Tu Zhengfei said with immense pride.

Internal Technique Martial Artists are relatively long-lived. Grandmaster Martial Artists, if they live a life free of ailments, can easily reach over a hundred years old, with the upper limit being around one hundred and twenty years. With progress from the middle phase, late phase, peak, and Great Perfection, a martial artist's lifespan extends gradually. Recorded in history books, was the venerable old man who left a notable story.

In the fiftieth year of Emperor Qianlong's reign, he held a banquet for the elderly at Qianqing Palace, inviting nearly 4000 guests. Among them was an old man of 141 years. Emperor Qianlong used this as a prompt for verse with Ji Xiaolan. Sample from My Virtual Library Empire—read more on M&VLEMPY&R.

"When the cycle of sixty years meets again, it adds three times seven years," Emperor Qianlong presented the first couplet.

In Huaya tradition, the sexagenary cycle of Tian Gan and Di Zhi for recording years constituted a cycle, known as a 'complete age,' and twice sixty plus twenty-one makes one hundred and forty-one.

After a moment of thought, Ji Xiaolan immediately responded with the matching couplet: "Celebrating the age of rarity twice, plus another spring and autumn."

The common saying in Huaya goes, "It is rare for one to live to seventy."

The couplet meant that two times seventy years plus one year makes one hundred and forty-one, an exquisite pair of lines.

While the name of the old man remained unknown, as he didn't wish to gain fame, and Emperor Qianlong decreed his name not be spread, this event did indeed inform the people that living immortals truly existed.

Living to 141 years and still being able to travel long distances to attend the banquet showed that his physical condition was in good shape. His prowess was definitely not below the peak of the late Grandmaster stage!

Within the Tu family, filled with powerful figures, the older generation was stronger. These peaceful years, devoid of war, meant they lived healthy and injury-free lives, each living to a ripe old age.

Xu Hao said with a faint smile, "Is there anyone two generations higher than you?"

"Well… there isn't, I guess…" Tu Zhengfei said hesitantly.

"Since I am Lei Qianjue's master, that makes me one generation higher than you, doesn't it?" Xu Hao asked.

Tu Zhengfei nodded.

"Since I am a generation above you, shouldn't you call me uncle?" Xu Hao smiled lightly.