Mu Nianhua’s expression was serious, without a trace of a smile. “Why did you come out? The things I promised you, I will naturally accomplish.” “Your name is Mu Nianhua, and you are the seventh son in your family?” Su Baiyi suddenly asked. Mu Nianhua was taken aback. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" “My name is Su Baiyi, my place in the family hierarchy is unknown, for I have no family left,” Su Baiyi moved to stand beside Mu Nianhua, shoulder to shoulder. “From this moment on, we are true friends.” “Really.” Mu Nianhua lowered his head and smiled. "If it's a business deal, then we can only talk about promises. But if we're friends, then we should talk about loyalty." Su Baiyi raised the sword in his hand. "How can I let my friend face danger alone?" “In business, there’s always room to back out, but once you’re friends, it’s a bond of life and death,” Mu Nianhua said with a laugh. “You, the scholar, are quite the scoundrel.” Elder Long looked at the sword in Su Baiyi's hand and narrowed his eyes. "Jun Yu." “It seems everyone recognizes this sword, but I wonder, do you still recognize its technique?” Su Baiyi smiled. "You've mastered it?" Mu Nianhua frowned slightly. “Of course.” Su Baiyi raised an eyebrow. “Have you said enough?” The Crouching Tiger stood with his hands resting on his large cleaver, his right fingers tapping lightly on the hilt. “Will you come at me together, or one by one? Choose as you please.…

“Young master, even if you want to show off your noble air, you have to consider us guards as well.” The golden-robed wealthy man blocked Mu Nianhua’s path. “If something happens to you, even if I, the Thousand-Faced Wealth God, have a thousand more faces, your father will skin me alive.” “I have caused you trouble,” Mu Nianhua sighed softly. “In our line of duty, there’s no such thing as causing trouble or not; all we can do is give it our all,” the wealthy man in the golden robe said gravely as he looked at the burly man. “Crouching Tiger, have you truly resolved to turn against the Mu family?” The burly man known as Crouching Tiger chuckled and said, “That’s right. What are you going to do about it?” The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth was indeed a formidable figure. When he was young, his family was once rich and powerful. Later, his family was persecuted and exterminated. He alone survived, thanks to his miraculous martial art of a Thousand Faces. This skill was peerless for escape, but for taking lives, in Crouching Tiger’s eyes, it was utterly worthless. “If you think that just changing your face will allow you to escape the pursuit of the Five Wheels of Reincarnation, then you underestimate me. You just said that I have a universe in my sleeve. What if I really do have a universe in my sleeve?” Thousand Faces Wealth God opened his sleeves and raised his head slightly. Crouching Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the mustached…

“Since the Mu family has already given their answer, there’s no need to wait any longer, right?” The burly man sitting on the tiger-skin lounge chair yawned and said lazily, “Wen Ze?” Wen Ze bowed his head slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he sighed softly, “Don’t go too far.” “I know, I promise you, at the very least the boat won’t be smashed; we still have to make it ashore,” said the burly man as he rose from the lounge chair, grabbing the large cleaver with a golden hilt beside him, “Let’s go.” "Yes," the nineteen disciples of the Courtyard of Clear Sky responded in unison from behind him. The group marched out of the room with grandeur, the last two disciples carrying the tiger-skin lounge chair. Once outside the cabin, they set the chair down, and the burly man lay back on it, yawning, "Let the Mu family come out. Since they have admitted to this matter, they have to come out and bear the responsibility." “Mu has been waiting for quite some time,” a figure leapt down from the mast, having been seated atop it all this while, admiring the view. Mu Nianhua was dressed in white, with a golden belt around his waist and an elegant long sword in his hand. He looked at the Courtyard of Clear Sky assassins in front of him with an indifferent expression and an extraordinary demeanor. However, there was no one behind him. “You, alone?” The burly man propped his chin with his hand, eyeing Mu Nianhua with keen…

“This is celestial dew, it can heal internal injuries,” the scholar said, holding the reins in one hand and tossing a bottle of medicine into the carriage with the other. “Your wounds are not light; if you hasten to Yunmeng Prefecture like this, I fear you’re rushing towards your demise.” Xie Yuling took the vial of celestial dew, removed the cork to smell it, then asked in bewilderment, “This celestial dew ranks among the apothecary’s most expensive remedies. Just this small bottle costs hundreds of taels of silver. Why would you help us so generously?” “Consider it a travel expense,” the scholar said with a dismissive wave of his hand, appearing unconcerned. Though he now held the reins, driving the carriage so diligently, it should be Xie Yuling and his companion paying him, as if he were their coachman. “It’s just a few hundred taels of silver. You’re also a son of a noble family, so why are you so surprised?” Zuo Feng snatched the celestial dew from Xie Yuling’s grasp, tilted his head back, downed it in one swift motion, and after a satisfying smack of his lips, he declared, “Delicious, bring another bottle.” “I only have two bottles, and if you drink it all at once, there’ll be none left,” the scholar said as he pulled out another bottle and tossed it to Xie Yuling. “The owner of the Medicine Master's Workshop is a friend of mine; it’s just celestial dew, there’s no need for you to pay me back.” Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling exchanged a glance.…

"If our meeting is fate, then parting should also be left to fate." Xie Yuling couldn't figure out what this scholar was up to. If he were from the Shanglin Heavenly Palace, he wouldn't have saved them last night. But if he was just a passerby, why was he acting so strangely? With a hint of caution in his voice, he asked, "Shall we then part ways and each go our own way?" The scholar said with a smile, “I have traveled on foot, enjoying the scenery along the way, but I have grown weary. Since you two have a carriage, could I perhaps join you in your carriage?” "I'm afraid we're not going the same way," Xie Yuling  frowned slightly. “Where are you going?” the scholar asked politely. “We’re heading to Yunmeng Prefecture,” Feng Zuojun declared, cutting in before Xie Yuling had a chance to respond. “Then I’ll go to Yunmeng Prefecture too.” The scholar nodded slightly. Xie Yuling was taken aback. He turned slightly to the side and placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword. "This young master seems determined to accompany us." "I set out on this journey to see the sights of the world, and I am content to go wherever the wind takes me. If a carriage heads to Jimo, then to Jimo I shall go. If a boat sails to the south of the Yangtze, then aboard I shall be. Hence, if you journey to Yunmeng Prefecture, I too shall make for Yunmeng Prefecture. Yunmeng Prefecture is a destination one must…