Chapter 217

Li Muxian glanced at the man and the six courtesans around him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He truly couldn’t fathom how this old man had the nerve to say such a thing?

Still, he didn’t care much about this matter, only waving his hand and saying:

“What do you want to ask?”

At these words, the hemp-robed elder fell silent for a moment, then used qi to form a thread and whispered:

“Old man wishes to know why the Great Li court suddenly struck at Luoshen Peak? What grounds do you even have?”

Li Muxian narrowed his eyes, calmly studying the man before him:

“Do you really think I’d tell you something so important?”

At this, the hemp-robed elder fell silent; he himself knew full well that his question had been rash.

After all, the Great Li court’s secret weapon against Luoshen Peak must be an immense, top-secret matter—how could it be casually revealed to outsiders?

But just then, Li Muxian continued speaking:

“Of course, if you truly wish to know, I wouldn’t mind telling you.”

The hemp-robed elder’s expression shifted instantly; he swiftly waved his hand to halt the courtesans beside him and asked:

“Young master, are you serious?”

Li Muxian gave a slight nod, then spoke with casual indifference:

“The two questions you just asked actually have only one answer—and that is… because of me.”

At these words, the hemp-robed elder visibly froze, then stared at Li Muxian with stunned disbelief:

“You? This…”

The hemp-robed elder did not finish his sentence, but from his reaction, it was clear he did not believe Li Muxian’s claim.

Just then, the scar-faced man suddenly walked over.

After being stopped earlier, he had not proceeded further, but instead had slapped the black-dressed woman’s face over a dozen times before tossing her aside, her face now ruined.

“Elder, I’ve thought it through carefully—if we flee right now, we might still have a chance to escape Bailian City.”

Having vented his rage, the scar-faced man gradually calmed down, no longer wanting to die, and began desperately thinking of ways to survive.

Though he knew that defying Luoshen Peak meant near-zero chance of survival, the hemp-robed elder was a formidable martial artist, and better to live than die—he still wanted to fight for his life.

Hearing this, the hemp-robed elder turned to glance at the scar-faced man, saying nothing, but internally pondering the Great Li court’s strike against Luoshen Peak.

As for Li Muxian’s words… he chose to ignore them entirely.

At this moment, the little girl who had left the hall suddenly darted back in and hurriedly told the hemp-robed elder:

“People from Luoshen Peak have arrived.”

At this, the scar-faced man froze, then turned toward the door with terror in his eyes, muttering:

“We’re done!”

At this moment, a group slowly entered the hall from outside.

Leading them were two young men clad in Yunfeng’s black robes; behind them followed two young women, two elders, and a middle-aged man.

“I heard someone came to cause trouble at Baixiang Pavilion—what a rare occurrence.”

One of the young men, square-faced and wearing a jade crown, walked forward with his hands behind his back.

He scanned the hall, taking in the black-dressed woman and all the big men.

“Looking at this, they do seem to have some skill.”

He then turned to the scar-faced man and the others, asking coolly:

“Who did this?”

At this, the other young man, thin-faced and arms crossed, ignored the pink-clad girl entirely, instead scanning the scar-faced man and his two companions one by one, saying:

“Let me guess—the one who struck must be…”

As he spoke, he extended a finger, pointing through the air, finally stopping at the hemp-robed elder:

“It must be this old thing.”

“Still, Young Master Zheng, as heir to Bailian City, has grown rather lax—allowing these fools to enter the city.”

At this, the square-faced young man Zheng Zi narrowed his eyes and replied:

“Young Master Yuwen, you jest. In a few days, it’s my father’s birthday; Bailian Peak has been receiving visits from all manner of martial sects—it’s inevitable some riffraff slip in.”

Then Zheng Zi turned to the hemp-robed elder and the others, saying:

“Speak—how do you wish to die? I’ll even leave you a whole corpse to hang at Bailian City’s gate as a warning.”

He then shook his head to himself, his expression cold and menacing:

“Lately, I wonder what’s going on? Has Luoshen Peak become too low-key, or has the martial world grown too complacent—now even cats and dogs dare step on our heads?”

“Especially those Tianjin Guards of Great Li—who gave them the nerve to strike at Luoshen Peak?”

As he spoke these final words, Zheng Zi was nearly foaming with rage, his entire body radiating terrifying killing intent.

Meanwhile, the scar-faced man trembled, glancing at the hemp-robed elder and Li Muxian.

He had heard every word Zheng Zi and the others said; what filled him with utter despair was realizing their arrival was none other than Bailian City’s young master.

Now he was certain—he was as good as dead.

But before he died, he wanted to see exactly how these two fools who dragged him into this would meet their end.

At this moment, the hemp-robed elder and Li Muxian exchanged a glance, silently transmitting qi threads:

“Young master, how do you plan to respond? Are there any Great Li martial experts hidden nearby?”

Hearing this, Li Muxian shook his head:

“Don’t concern yourself with my affairs—do whatever you intend to do.”

The hemp-robed elder frowned at Li Muxian, but said no more; after all, the man hardly looked like someone who had come here to die.

Then the hemp-robed elder waved his hand, dismissing the six courtesans beside him, and sighed softly:

“Pity—the time was too short. Old man hadn’t even gotten to savor it.”

At this moment, the pink-clad girl rushed to the hemp-robed elder’s side, glanced at Li Muxian, then whispered urgently through qi thread:

“If we don’t leave now, we may never escape Bailian City.”

Earlier, the two had paid no mind to Baixiang Pavilion—but now, the situation had clearly surpassed their expectations.

They hadn’t anticipated that Bailian City’s young master would appear here, and his companions were clearly true martial experts—now even escaping Baixiang Pavilion might prove extremely difficult.

“Don’t worry—I always act after careful planning. I’ve already prepared.”

The hemp-robed elder remained calm, then turned to Li Muxian and said:

“Young master, I hope you truly have the ability to survive. We shall meet again.”

With that, the hemp-robed elder suddenly struck out, palm aimed directly at Zheng Zi and the others.

(End of Chapter)