"But on the day we met, Master only told me that my surname was Su, and my name was Su Baiyi. As for who my real parents were, and why those people came to kill me, he did not tell me." Su Baiyi looked at Nangong Xi'er. "I wonder if senior sister can tell me the answer?" "Since Xie Kanhua said that you are surnamed Su, and he took you as his disciple and raised you with all his heart, then you are either the son of the Grand Palace Master Su Han, or the son of the Second Palace Master Su Dianmo. As for the real answer, we can only rely on ourselves to find it." Nangong Xi'er stood up. "And I came down the mountain because I also want to know what happened that year. Heavenly Gate Sacred Sect is definitely not a demonic sect, and it would never do things like invading the martial world and killing innocent people. There must be something hidden behind the events of that year." "What about the Second Palace Master Su Dianmo? How come I never heard Senior Sister mention her?" Su Baiyi asked. "According to my mother, Su Dianmo is Su Han's younger sister. She has mediocre martial arts, ordinary appearance, and a bad temper. She holds the position of the second palace master, but she hasn’t done anything remarkable." Nangong Xi'er replied. "Senior Sister, I asked you a question last time, but you did not answer me directly." Su Baiyi suddenly sat up straight, his expression serious. "If, as…
Most of the disciples under Heavenly Gate Sacred Sect came from the barren land of Yunhuang, and they were unfamiliar with the customs of the Central Plains. Therefore, they often clashed with Yunmeng Prefecture, which was adjacent to them. Once, because of a dispute over the ownership of a night-cool treasure horse, the disciples of Heavenly Water Manor were defeated by the Heavenly Gate Holy Sect. Manor Lord Meng Zexi personally challenged them with his blade, but Nangong Yunhuo, the great sect master of Heavenly Gate Sacred Sect, severed his tendons with a single stroke of his sword. Since then, the name of Heavenly Gate Sacred Sect began to spread officially in the martial arts world. But apart from the legendary feat where Nangong Yunhuo defeated the lord of Heavenly Water Manor with a single sword stroke, which had a bit of a martial arts legend feel, the rest of the rumors were not friendly. It was said that the disciples of Heavenly Gate Sacred Sect were all bloodthirsty and murderous, rude and barbaric, and they all practiced a kind of evil technique. They claimed that practicing this technique could lead them to ascend to immortality. This evil technique could enable those ignorant of martial arts to attain a level of martial power surpassing the Ascending Realm in mere months, and it could also allow them to unleash a burst of strength that was several times greater than their own in a flash. But it had a great backlash. After practicing this martial art for one or two years, these…
It was early morning on the second day. Nangong Xi'er slowly opened her eyes. She hadn't slept so well in a long time, as if all her strength had dissipated and she was floating above the clouds, free and peaceful. Even though she knew it was because she had lost all her cultivation, she still felt very happy. Because she dreamed of two people she hadn't seen for a long time. One was a beautiful young woman in a white dress, standing under a peach blossom tree, holding an umbrella and smiling at her. The other was a thin figure with a long sword hanging from his waist, facing away from her, climbing up the mountain. It was her mother and her second senior brother. "Sister." A clear voice suddenly called her. "You're awake. Come and have breakfast." Nangong Xi'er propped herself up on the bed board and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the young man in front of her who was drinking porridge and asked in confusion, "When did I fall asleep?" "You fell asleep as soon as you got on the boat." Su Baiyi smiled. "Nailuo brought a bowl of hot water. Sister, you should wash up first and then come and drink some porridge. Let me tell you, the fish slice porridge on this boat is amazing. I've never had such delicious porridge before." Nangong Xi'er got out of bed and walked to the window. She picked up a hot towel and washed her face. She finally woke up and asked, "Who is Nailuo?" "She said…
"Three, three, five, eleven." The casino was silent, and only the rich man slowly read out the number on the table, "It's big." "I won." Su Baiyi clenched his right fist and said word by word. “You won.” Mu Nianhua smiled slightly and picked up the pearl on the table, putting it back on the hairpin on his head. “It seems that this pearl is really hard to give away.” "My condition." Su Baiyi raised his head slightly, looking serious. "Everyone present, listen carefully. The esteemed guests of the Heaven Floor, Su Baiyi and his wife, while aboard this Golden Wind, their lives are as precious as my own. To harm them is to harm me, and to oppose them is to oppose our Mu family." Mu Nianhua declared, his sleeves fluttering, "If you wish to kill them, then kill me first." Su Baiyi smiled with relief, “Thank you.” "May the loser accept defeat." Mu Nianhua shrugged. On the second floor of the elegant seat, a window was quietly closed at this time. “The Mu family of Qingzhou, interesting.” A heavy voice said. "Vice-Chair, this Seventh Young Master of the Mu family may seem frivolous, but he is the chosen candidate for marriage by the Ye family, so it's highly likely he'll be the next heir to the family headship. If we were to kill him, we'd be offending the entire business world." "Then let’s offend them. I am a knife that kills people and never asks how to wipe off blood after killing. These are things you need to…
"Young master..." Nailuo whispered, with a hint of apology in her tone. The one who leaped down from the second floor's elegant seat and stood beside her was none other than the seventh son of the Mu family, Mu Nianhua. The entire gambling hall became silent in an instant. The Mu family's son personally appeared, what a grand gesture. This was just a few bets, what could have drawn him here? "You're still too young." Mu Nianhua scratched Nailuo's head, with a touch of indulgence in his voice. "You don't want to lose, do you?" Nailuo bit her lip, and finally lifted her hand slightly that was holding the treasure box. "Forget it." Mu Nianhua's hand suddenly pressed down hard, and crushed the treasure box along with the three dice inside. Then he casually shook his hand, and said in a careless tone. "I accidentally used too much force. It seems that the treasure boxes on the ship are too fragile. I'll have them all replaced later." Su Baiyi smiled and did not get angry. "I didn't expect that the dignified Mu family would resort to such tricks?" "Of course not." Mu Nianhua took out a pearl from his chest and placed it on the table. "Night-bright pearl!" Someone in the hall exclaimed. "This pearl is called Wen Duo, and it was a gift I received on my birthday one year. I originally gave it to your little lady, but you returned it to me. This pearl is worth three boxes of gold, do you want to bet?" Mu Nianhua…
The beautiful dealer looked at the three copper coins, a hint of surprise in her eyes, but still smiling, "So the young master likes to joke." "Is it a joke?" Su Baiyi scratched his head, "If I lose tonight, my senior sister and I will have nothing to eat when we get off the boat." "Then I'll open it." The dealer picked up the treasure box, and saw that the three dice were four four five, indeed big, "It seems that the young master is lucky." Su Baiyi's eyes were fixed on the treasure box, his gaze burning, "Hurry up and play the next round." "Okay." The dealer smiled sweetly, and swung the treasure box again. "This kid only bet three copper coins, I bet thirty taels of silver in one round, how come he is the biggest guest on this table? The guest of the heavenly room, is he so precious?" A fat middle-aged man slapped his belly, somewhat dissatisfied. "The guest of the heavenly room, is not the guest of the Golden Wind anymore, he is the guest of my Mu family, that is naturally precious, not to mention three copper coins, even one copper coin is very precious." The dealer said as she swung the treasure box. "Are three copper coins very little?" Su Baiyi asked the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was stunned, and laughed scoldingly, "Isn't this nonsense?" "But if I throw all the money I win in each round into the next round, even if I start with only three copper coins, as long…
Actually, on the way to the room, Su Baiyi had been tossing and turning in his mind for a long time. In the novels and stories he had read, when there was only one room left in the inn, and a man and a woman who were only ordinary acquaintances had to stay in it, the plot would be more or less the same. Usually, the man would naturally give the bed to the woman, who would lie down with a bit of apology and shyness. Then they would turn off the light, and the man would sleep on the floor or on a long chair. Then, whether he slept on the floor or on the long chair, he would find it too hard and uncomfortable. The man would toss and turn, either on purpose or unconsciously, to show his discomfort. Then the woman would usually ask: Is it too hard and uncomfortable to sleep on the floor? The man would reply: It's fine, you go ahead and sleep. The woman would then say with a bit of apology and shyness: Come up and sleep together, we have two quilts anyway. Then the man would reluctantly hug his quilt and go up, and innocently ask: Do you want to put a bowl of water in the middle? The woman would cover her mouth and smile: No need, I trust you. After that, the water in the middle would naturally be gone. The two quilts would also become one... And the story that was supposed to happen would inevitably happen. The…
Su Baiyi stepped onto the Golden Wind, and was amazed by the sight before him. The ship had three decks adorned with red lanterns, and along the pathways were shops, taverns, and even gambling dens... It was like a miniature city built upon a ship. "Young master, please follow me." A girl in white clothes, holding a red lantern, suddenly appeared in front of Su Baiyi. She looked no older than fifteen, and her eyes were clear as water. "Who are you, little girl?" Su Baiyi asked. "My name is Nailuo, and I am your servant for this trip." The girl bowed slightly, "I will take you to your room now." "So each room comes with a servant? That makes the money worth it." Su Baiyi realized. The young girl named Nailuo smiled and shook her head, turning to lead them forward. "Of course, only esteemed guests of the Heaven Floor receive such treatment." "By the way, how much is the cheapest room? Ten taels of silver? Then the heavenly rooms must be at least thirty taels?" Su Baiyi asked casually. Nailuo covered her mouth and laughed. "You guessed the number right." "Then what did I guess wrong?" Su Baiyi asked again. "Not silver, but gold. Thirty taels of gold, to stay in a heavenly room." Nailuo said as she walked ahead. Suddenly, a burly man with a red face and a drunken breath rushed out from the side. He was cursing at someone, "This damn ship has taverns and gambling dens, but no brothels! How can I survive for…
Su Baiyi and Nangong Xi’er exchanged a glance, not knowing what this rich golden-robed young master was suddenly up to. But the young master was all excited. "Oh my, I thought this journey westward would be boring to the extreme, but I didn't expect to see such a beauty before boarding the ship. What is your name, fair lady? Where do you come from? How old are you? Are you married?" "Young master..." The middle-aged man who was sitting at the entrance of the ship collecting tickets called out helplessly. "I'm talking to the fairy, you don't interrupt." The rich young master waved his hand impatiently at the middle-aged man, then smiled at Nangong Xi'er, "Oh, I was rude. I should have introduced myself first. My name is Mu Nianhua, ranked seventh in Qingzhou, so the girls like to call me Seventh Young Master. I'm young and unmarried." "Oh?" Nangong Xi'er smiled, "Then these women by your side are..." "Oh, they are all siblings, siblings." Mu Nianhua didn't even blink an eye, completely ignoring the fact that those women's faces had changed, and his tone was still calm and natural. "Young master, we want to board the ship, but we don't have any money. Can you lend us some? We'll pay you back when we get to Yunmeng Prefecture. How about it?" Su Baiyi couldn't help but speak up. Mu Nianhua's eyebrows suddenly twitched, and he jumped back a step, looking surprised as if he had just noticed that there was a big man next to this fairy. He asked,…
Jie Qing was lying on the ground, recalling the finger strike he had just received. The Formless Finger of Doom was driven by pure yang energy, condensing all one's energy into one finger, emphasizing a domineering and overbearing style. But the finger strike from Su Baiyi just now was devoid of any skill, yet it overwhelmed him in an instant because of the vastness of his energy that far surpassed his own. "If he possessed such martial arts, how could he have been captured so easily?" Jie Qing muttered to himself. "Even the Punishment and Law Courtyard found you, the headache they had not been looking for, just to get this Su Baiyi." Wuya's voice came from the other side. "Do you really think it's just because he's Xie Kanhua's disciple?" "That's true." Jie Qing got up and walked to Wuya's side. "How are you?" "All my internal energy was sucked dry." Wuya gave a bitter smile. "I guess I'll need to rest for half a year before I can recover." "There really is a martial art that can absorb other people's internal energy in this world." Jie Qing turned around, ignoring Wuya, and walked forward. "This is getting more and more interesting." Su Baiyi had already taken Nangong Xi'er far away by now. He turned his head and saw another firework explode in the sky. He wondered, "Why do they like to set off fireworks at night in this place?" "That's not a firework, that's a signal." Nangong Xi'er looked at the firework and frowned slightly. "It's a signal…
