Seeing Cheng Yaojia so frightened, Song Qingshu curiously looked towards the stairwell. He saw a group of burly men escorting a middle-aged man and a young nobleman as they walked up.
The young nobleman was none other than Zhang Hongfan, who had previously harassed Cheng Yaojia. No wonder she was so terrified. However, what concerned Song Qingshu even more was the middle-aged man beside him. His eyes were sharp as lightning, and he exuded a murderous aura, clearly a master among masters. Moreover, the dozen or so burly men behind them possessed fierce bearing and ruthless eyes; they were undoubtedly tough guys, far superior to those who had been with Zhang Hongfan that night.
“What are the Loyal Army doing in Yangzhou?” Suspicion filled Song Qingshu’s mind. Turning around, he found Cheng Yaojia sitting there trembling. He gently patted her hand, forting her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Song Qingshu’s words seemed to have a special magic; Cheng Yaojia’s panic gradually subsided. Only then did she realize her hand was still being held by him, and she quickly pulled it back in fright.
Looking at the beautiful woman before him, her expression one of infinite shyness, Song Qingshu found it truly pleasing to the eye and refreshing to the soul.
With the arrival of these group of people on the second floor, Yue Buqun, Murong Fu, and Mu Gaofeng, representing their respective factions, all looked at them warily. This group outnumbered them, and they feared they were there for them.
After Zhang Hongfan went upstairs, he scanned the entire room. When he saw Cheng Yaojia, his eyes lit up.
Just as Song Qingshu was inwardly sneering and about to teach him a lesson, Zhang Hongfan pretended not to see Cheng Yaojia and instead fixed his gaze on Yue Lingshan: “Oh, this little girl is really pretty. What’s your name?”
As he spoke, he walked over and put his arm around Yue Lingshan’s shoulder.
“Get your stinking hands off me!” Lin Pingzhi, already seething with anger from what had just happened, said coldly.
“Oh, pretty boy, is she your l0ver?” Zhang Hongfan, chin in hand, clicked his tongue in amazement. “A man as handsome as you, if you hadn’t spoken, I would have thought you two were sisters.”
Lin Pingzhi’s face flushed red. He hated being told he looked like a w0man more than anything, but before he could react, Yue Lingshan slapped him across the face.
“You’re not allowed to insult Xiao Linzi!” Yue Lingshan was straightforward by nature, and how could she tolerate someone insulting her beloved?
“You b!tch, how dare you hit me!” Zhang Hongfan touched the finger mark on his face, and in a fit of rage, swung his hand to slap her back.
Fortunately, Ning Zhongze had already sensed the situation and pulled Yue Lingshan away, preventing her delicate face from receiving a resounding slap.
Zhang Hongfan, having missed his target, became even more furious, gesturing with both hands: “Go get them! Capture the w0men alive, but don’t hurt them! They’re two beauties! Chop the man up and feed him to the dogs! No, capture the man alive too! This guy is prettier than many w0men; it’d be a shame not to have some fun with him.” (G: Bruh…)
Hearing his vulgar and shameless words, all the women in the room blushed deeply.
Song Qingshu also felt disgusted, thinking that this b@stard’s tastes were far too extreme.
The group of burly men behind Zhang Hongfan, their eyes gleaming, roared and charged towards Ning Zhongze, her daughter, and Lin Pingzhi. The three women, both shocked and enraged, drew their swords to defend themselves.
Song Qingshu watched for a while, then frowned slightly. These men, outwardly appearing as thugs and hooligans, were all skilled fighters at heart. This was clearly a deliberate provocation targeting the Mount Hua Sect; he wondered what the Mount Hua Sect had done to offend these vicious individuals.
Although Ning Zhongze’s martial arts were considerable, she was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of opponents and the need to protect Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi.
Seeing his wife and daughter in danger, Yue Buqun was both shocked and enraged. He rushed forward, blocking and kicking, quickly repelling their attacks. Taking advantage of the opening, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, “May I ask which heroes you are, and why you have troubled our Mount Hua Sect?”
He had intended to invoke the name of the Mount Hua Sect; people in the martial world would generally give him some face. It wasn’t a blood feud; he thought they could chat amicably, apologize where necessary, and the matter would be over.
However, this group of people didn’t buy it. The middle-aged man who had been silent before sneered, “You bullied my son! No matter what mountain you’re from, it’s no use! Take him down first!”
Upon receiving the order, his men charged forward again.
Yue Buqun’s heart tightened. He assumed these people were after the Evil Exterminating Sword Manual. Knowing that things couldn’t be resolved peacefully, he first cursed the ancestors of the one who had actually stolen the manual, then drew his sword and engaged the group in bat.
Murong Fu had initially intended to step forward and help, hoping to curry favor with the Mount Hua Sect. However, after only a few glances, he changed his mind. The group was of unknown origin, yet each member possessed terrifyingly high martial arts skills. The father and son leading them hadn’t even made a move, and their dozen or so burly men had already forced the four Mount Hua disciples into a sorry state.
Especially the two who were clearly twins; not only were their martial arts skills exceptionally high, but their teamwork was also superb. The dignified leader of the Mount Hua Sect had actually been forced into a disadvantageous position by these two!
This group was mysterious in origin and highly skilled in martial arts. Murong Fu dared not stand up for Yue Buqun; he might inadvertently get himself into trouble.
Song Qingshu’s eyes gleamed. He had long heard of the Thirteen Protectors under the Loyal Army of Dabie Mountain, each a master of martial arts. Among them, the most famous were the brothers Li Haotian and Li Binan, not only highly skilled in bat but also formidable generals on the battlefield. It was said that these two brothers had conquered nearly half of the Loyal Army’s territory.
“I need to find a way to recruit these two brothers to the Golden Serpent Camp,” Song Qingshu thought, his interest piqued after observing them for a while.
Seeing that Murong Fu’s attention was drawn, Mu Gaofeng gave Mu Wanqing a wink: “Go!”
The two hurriedly rushed towards the window, but Murong Fu was prepared. He arrived first, his long sword drawn, blocking their path.
Continuing to rush forward would only result in them running into his sword, so the two had no choice but to stop and attack Murong Fu with their weapons.
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Murong Fu was indeed a top-tier martial arts master, but unfortunately, he was unlucky, always encountering even stronger opponents. The constant defeats gradually eroded his spirit, causing him to bee increasingly weak in the later stages.
However, thanks to his own appearance in this world, and the secret manual of the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” previously bestowed upon him, his spirit had likely gradually recovered. Now, facing the bined forces of Mu Gaofeng and Mu Wanqing, his every move was graceful and effortless—truly a refined and elegant gentleman in this chaotic world.
Unfortunately, every woman on this second floor already had someone else in her heart, rendering his effortless elegance futile.
Worried that Mu Wanqing might be harmed, Song Qingshu quickly stood up, deciding to begin clearing the room.
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