Several Slaughter Pig Alliance players looked angry upon hearing this.
But when they saw figures wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats erging from the corners around them, they still strived to restrain themselves and with a cold snort, deliberately cursed as they left.
"It’s a pity this is Shu, if it were Hui Prefecture, Weizhou, Yunzhou, Jiangzhou over there, we Eight Desolate Disciples would stride across, a single Black Wind Arrow, with Mountain Village brothers coming to et, we could break our way through."
"That’s right, what’s with all the arrogance? In the future, don’t set foot on our turf. Otherwise, we’ll make sure to treat you ’well’!"
"Who knows, maybe our village chief will suddenly co to Shu one day, and take the place in one fell swoop—then we’ll have Tianyun Restaurant to ourselves every single day, hahaha!!"
The Tianyun Guild’s players’ expressions turned cold upon hearing this.
"Brother Biao!"
One had already placed his hand on his knife, moving closer to the team leader, his gaze fierce.
The team leader raised his hand and shook his head, speaking calmly, "Let’s not make unnecessary trouble, these Slaughter Pig Alliance players are no pushovers in strength. Sooner or later, we’ll have to deal with these sanctimonious Eight Desolate Disciples in the Martial World. There’s no need to offend them over such a trifle."
Inside Leshan Restaurant.
At a window-facing table ant for viewing the docks, four dishes of assorted delicacies were set down with a pot of fine Floral Carving Wine.
Beside the table sat an incredibly beautiful young man who looked too ethereal for this world, and a man with a face full of patchy stubble.
The beautiful young man wore a crescent white light garnt, his tall and slender form, black hair casually held up with a black tasseled wooden hairpin, his face as fine as jade, his eyes as clear as springs, and his straight noble nose as smooth as polished fine jade.
The slightly upturned corners of his lips seed to always carry a sowhat smiling expression, effortlessly exuding a captivating charm.
For a man to be born this handso, one couldn’t help but wonder how many young ladies he must’ve chard—indeed, this was none other than Xiang Shuai Chu Liuxiang.
As for the stubble-faced man, he always sported a carefree smile, his shiny black eyes apt to wander all over. Finding no beautiful legs to feast his eyes on, he withdrew his gaze—this was Chu Liuxiang’s ever-faithful companion, Hu Tiehua.
The two had been in Leshan City for two days, and since their arrival, a quiet surge of Martial World people had begun to stir within the city.
Thief Leader Chu Liuxiang never went to places without treasures.
Just recently, Chu Liuxiang acquired the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly from the Lonely Elder’s tomb.
So, what brought him to Leshan City now?
So had even co up to ask.
Chu Liuxiang had replied as well—the answer was—he was waiting for soone!
Who could be worthy of making Chu Liuxiang wait?
That question was no longer important.
What mattered was that Chu Liuxiang now had the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly, and that was enough.
Most of the Martial World people who ca upon hearing the news were after the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly.
But to take the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly from Chu Liuxiang’s hands—how difficult would that be?
So much so that more and more Martial World people were arriving in Leshan City, yet no one was willing to be the first to make a move on Chu Liuxiang.
At this mont, the president of the Tianyun Guild, "Luck Bursting," along with other high-ranking guild mbers, were sitting carefree and high-spirited on the second floor.
Seeing the situation for what it was, Luck Bursting ordered the waiter to cover the bill for the dishes and wine at the table opposite the window.
This gesture, in turn, earned Chu Liuxiang’s favor, who sat by the window and smiled, nodding slightly toward Luck Bursting and the other high-ranking Tianyun Guild mbers.
"You have gained 10 goodwill points from Chu Liuxiang!"
"Your goodwill level with Chu Liuxiang has been initiated, current status—indifferent."
"Excellent!"
Luck Bursting felt elated, secretly thinking that the ten or so taels of silver spent on food and drink were not wasted.
However, his body soon tensed slightly, sensing several cold gazes fixed on him. His Qi chanism allowed him to detect the threat.
He imdiately lowered his head subtly and discreetly signaled to a few senior mbers beside him while nonchalantly scanning the native NPCs seated and drinking at various tables around the restaurant, a growing seriousness in his heart.
"Who exactly is Chu Liuxiang waiting for? Now being watched by so many ill-intentioned NPCs, yet he seems not panicked at all. If a quest to help Chu Liuxiang fend off enemies is triggered later, I wonder if we’ll be able to accept it."
Luck Bursting felt a pang of anxiety and headache.
Just then, everyone suddenly heard footsteps.
A clerk led a young woman in green clothes up to the restaurant.
The woman in green had a square-shaped package on her back, which looked like it could be a sword box or perhaps an ancient zither. Her skin was snow-white, her figure graceful like a willow, and her long, straight legs stood tall and slender.
As she ascended the stairs, her phoenix eyes contained frost, her nose bridge tall and defined, her thin lips nearly colorless, her deanor revealing a stubborn, competitive nature, yet her features were exceedingly beautiful, one in ten thousand.
Upon reaching the restaurant floor, she quickly surveyed the Martial World guests that had fully occupied the second floor, her brow slightly furrowed.
A few Martial World revelers who had been drinking and playing drinking gas stared blankly at the sight of such a beautiful woman.
Hu Tiehua, whose eyes were wandering about, instinctively wanted to whistle at the sight of those long legs.
But the next mont, he saw Chu Liuxiang’s expression turn serious, and he imdiately stopped the whistle that had reached his lips.
"Who would have thought that a mber of the Sky Zither Sect would start to appear in the Martial World. Could it be the heir of the Six-fingered Demon is about to make their debut?"
Chu Liuxiang’s eyes landed on the zither pattern embroidered on the sleeves of the girl in green clothes. He then withdrew his gaze indifferently.
Unexpectedly, the woman in green locked eyes with Chu Liuxiang and, recognizing his distinguished appearance, completely ignored the chard Martial World people around her and walked straight to Chu Liuxiang, her lips parting to say.
"I am Murong Qingqing, the seventh generation true inheritor of the Sky Zither Sect. It’s an honor to et the Fragrant Leader!"
Upon hearing the three words "Sky Zither Sect," the crowd around was at first puzzled, but then many of the Martial World guests, who previously gazed with ambiguous and presumptuous looks, shivered, taking a sharp breath of cold air, astonished as they stared at Murong Qingqing in green, recalling the Six-fingered Demon who had once bathed the Martial World in blood.
"Is this the person Chu Liuxiang was waiting for? An authentic disciple of the Sky Zither Sect? What sect is that?"
Luck Bursting and other Players were curious and puzzled, never having heard of the Sky Zither Sect.
"Hehehe, I didn’t expect that the person you, Chu Liuxiang, were waiting for is from the Sky Zither Sect. Since the person you were waiting for has arrived, why don’t you bring out the Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly?"
At that mont, a strange "geigeigei" laughter suddenly ca from outside the window.
Several ghostly figures suddenly leaped from the dock, darting swiftly toward the restaurant.
Chu Liuxiang put down his wine cup and glanced at Murong Qingqing, then shook his head with a faint smile and said, "The person I’m waiting for is not from the Sky Zither Sect. You all appearing at this ti is a bit premature. The Jade Cicada and Gold Butterfly already belong to that person; I am rely keeping them safe.
It might not matter if you offend , Chu Liuxiang, but if you offend that person, it could be very dangerous."
"Hehehe, in this land of Shu, there isn’t anyone we, Black Tiger Hall, cannot afford to offend."
Suddenly, a gust of wind surged.
One after another, figures "crash" smashing through the windows, the cold blades in their hands accompanying the chilling air making one’s neck feel cold, the atmosphere instantly turned exceedingly tense...
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