Xiao Baoqi: "Damn, you got promoted again?"
Hoodlum: "Damn, can you even say that?"
"What can’t be said?"
The Flea chuckled, turned his head towards the empty street and shouted loudly, "I am the Fire Master of the Outskirt Tower, anyone who dislikes me, come fight me!"
The hearty shout echoed back and forth within the empty street, and soon a series of distant, fluctuating curses were heard, but nobody showed up in the end...
The Flea helplessly spread his hands, "See, everyone respects me a lot."
The trio stared dumbfounded at the smug Flea, their minds echoing repeatedly, ’How dare he!’
As you know, as the largest and most ancient assassin and intelligence organization in the Wei martial world, the Outskirt Tower has always been known for its mysterious and eerie operations. Without reaching a certain level, even the positions of the Five Elements Masters of the Outskirt Tower are too secretive to be heard of, let alone knowing the actual people involved.
And the millions in the martial world fear the Outskirt Tower like a tiger, yet also hate it to the point of clenching their teeth. Any exposed high-level member of the Outskirt Tower never survives past three months, most dying mysteriously...
"You’re badass!"
After a while, Xiao Baoqi gritted his teeth and reluctantly gave him a thumbs up, "You had better not step out of Lu Ting ever again in your life!"
The Flea disdainfully "tsked," "Even if I do step out of Lu Ting, what about it? Who dares to kill me? Go back and ask your paramour, would the White Lotus Sect dare touch a single hair on me?"
Xiao Baoqi was at a loss for words... Perhaps, the White Lotus Sect really wouldn’t dare!
The current Second Master is just like the legendary Heavenly Punishment, striking down whoever he targets, without an exception!
He resignedly put his arm around the Hoodlum’s shoulder and said, "This guy is no longer on the same level as us brothers from now on..."
"Get off me!"
The Hoodlum pushed his arm away, disdainfully glancing at him and said, "Who sees himself on the same level as you? Leader Yang and I are as close as family with the Second Master through our sworn brotherhood. You, from an evil sect’s family, what relationships are you trying to claim here?"
"You..."
Xiao Baoqi incredulously extended a trembling finger towards him, shouting angrily, "That’s not what you said when you borrowed money from me!"
The Hoodlum argued confidently, "What was, was befor,e and what is, is now..."
Xiao Baoqi: "We’re through!"
Hoodlum: "Fine, we’re through!"
Just then, Dog Shit timidly whispered, "Are we still playing mahjong today?"
Xiao Baoqi: "Yes!"
Hoodlum: "Yes!"
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
...
"Wow, that place is beautiful too..."
"Nice, right? It’s winter now, everything is blanketed in white. Wait until spring returns to the earth, the hills blooming with purples and reds – that will truly be a sight to behold!"
As shrewd as Yang Ge, this time he rigorously followed the canal westward, smoothly arriving at Luoyang: "Next spring, I’ll bring you here to play again..."
Zhao Miao, surprised, followed his gaze and saw the vast city ahead, his joy fading somewhat as he reluctantly said, "That’s a promise, you can’t back out!"
Yang Ge: "When have I ever gone back on my word?"
Zhao Miao: "You said last year you’d come for me this year..."
Yang Ge: "Alright, alright, I was wrong, is that okay?"
Zhao Miao: "What were you wrong about?"
Yang Ge, with his head feeling enormous, briefly figured out the direction within Luoyang City, said nothing, and tightly hugged Zhao Miao, speeding towards the ground.
"Ahhh..."
A flash of gold, and the two landed outside a wide-open palace gate.
Yang Ge looked up and saw the words "Tianquan Gate" on the gate, released Zhao Miao from his hug, handed her a bundle from his other hand while gently comforting, "Go home and spend some time with your mom, don’t run around aimlessly. This place is different from Lu Ting; if you encounter any trouble, go find Shen Fa. If he can’t handle it, come find me..."
Then, he bolted away.
But Zhao Miao was tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, refusing to let go.
"Who are you..."
Just then, the Imperial Guard on duty outside the palace finally snapped back to reality and surrounded them, menacingly leveling their spears and drawing their swords.
"She’s Princess Lin’an, I’m taking her back to the palace... Damn, are you stepping on my nose or what?"
Yang Ge initially tried to explain patiently and politely to the guards, but he couldn’t stand those who lacked discernment. As they raised their shiny swords and spears to his neck, he stomped on the ground, shattering it, and sent a powerful force from his legs, blowing away the dozen guards surrounding them.
An officer of the Imperial Guard, peeking out from above the gate, didn’t hesitate to blow his waist horn—the urgent sound of bells and horns immediately merged into one.
From behind the crenels above the gate, countless bow-wielding Imperial Guards suddenly appeared.
Zhao Miao panicked, spread her arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and shielded Yang Ge while looking up and shouting at the guards, "Have you all gone blind? Don’t you recognize me?"
Listening to the chaotic, heavy footsteps from all around, Yang Ge helplessly pulled Zhao Miao, "Now you see why I was reluctant to come to the capital, right?"
Suddenly realizing, Zhao Miao hurriedly pushed Yang Ge backward, "Don’t fight, just go back. Someone will recognize me, there won’t be trouble..."
"Are you crazy? What if you get hurt in the crowd?"
Yang Ge, grinning, pulled her into his arms and asserted his authority not harshly or gently, "Wait, I’ll get someone to pick you up."
Zhao Miao, her heart settling down as she bumped against his chest, naively looked up at Yang Ge’s chin, "Who are you going to call? Shen?"
The moment her words fell, a loud, urgent, and angry shout came from inside the gate, "Stop, stop it all you mother stoppers..."
Yang Ge, with a tilted head and a smirk, watched as Tang Xiong emerged from the gate.
The swarming Imperial Guards heard the shout from behind and immediately slowed down.
A few moments later, Tang Xiong leapt in front of Yang Ge and pulled out a golden plaque from his bosom, holding it up high, "Stand down!"
Seeing the plaque, thousands of Imperial Guards simultaneously bowed and saluted, "Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!"
Tang Xiong, "Stand down, back to your original posts!"
"Yes!"
As a tide surges, the thousands of Imperial Guards retreated as quickly as they had arrived, leaving the previously impenetrable palace gate now desolate.
Yang Ge released Zhao Miao and teased with a sneer, "This wasn’t all for me, was it?"
"For you?"
Tang Xiong, taking a long sigh of relief and putting away the plaque, irritably responded, "Can they even hold you back?"
"Haha."
Yang Ge laughed dryly, gently patted Zhao Miao’s shoulder, and turned to leave, "Alright, you go into the palace, I’m going home!"
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Just as Zhao Miao was about to speak, Tang Xiong had already spoken first, "Since you’re here, why not come in, sit down, and have a meal before leaving?"
Yang Ge, surprised, "Oh?" and then, "That stingy guy dares to see me now?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Miao covered her mouth to steal a laugh, and Tang Xiong, speechless, just massaged his forehead.
He resignedly said, "His Majesty has commanded that a banquet be prepared in Taihe Hall to personally host you."
"Imperial cuisine, huh?"
Yang Ge glanced at the majestic grand hall within the palace gates, somewhat tempted as he patted his belly but eventually shook his head, "Forget it, I won’t eat. He doesn’t like the look of me, and I don’t like the look of him. No matter how good the food is, it won’t taste right... I’m leaving!"
He waved at the two, turned into a flash of golden light that soared into the sky like a meteor, heading east.
Tang Xiong watched the golden light disappear into the distance without blinking. Even though it was the second time he saw it, he still felt astonished.
They too could fly, but that was Qinggong...
But this kid’s way of traveling via sword, it wasn’t light at all!
After a while, he looked down at Zhao Miao who was still looking up, watching Yang Erlang disappear into the distance, "Why didn’t you ask him to stay earlier? If you had asked, he probably would have stayed."
Zhao Miao looked at him perplexedly, "Brother said he didn’t want to eat this meal; why would I ask him to stay?"
Tang Xiong:...
You haven’t even married over there yet, but you’re already turning your elbow out?