Chapter 166: Are You Li Hunyuan? (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Jingtang frowned slightly. “To be bodyguards?”
Huang Zhu shook her head. “Ordinary Jianghu people won’t dare to interfere in the matters of the Red Flower Pavilion. Li Hunyuan’s actions seem to be putting on a front on the surface, waiting for you to come over and demand an explanation. But I estimate that he’s afraid you will come to kill him in private, so he’s staying in public. Young Master, you have to worry about martial ethics and your reputation of Jianghu, so you will follow the rules.”
Ye Jingtang nodded in understanding and led his horse out of the city. “Where does Li Hunyuan live?”
“The Baoyuan Mansion is outside the city. Should 1 go with you?”
“Aunt Huang, hide well for the next few days. Show up after the matter is settled so that the Baoyuan School won’t take revenge in private.”
“Alright. Young Master, be careful. Li Hunyuan isn’t as strong as Cheng Shilu, but his movement technique and fist technique are very good. He’s not easy to deal with.”
“Got it.”
After Ye Jingtang sent Aunt Huang away, he walked to the two women. “Let’s go. We should leave as soon as possible after I finish fighting. Since I killed Cheng Shilu, the Prince of Jing will probably come to reprimand me again.”
Luo Ning mounted the horse and asked after some thought, “Why did we meet at a brothel? Is it opened by the Red Flower Pavilion?”
“The Red Flower Pavilion does proper business. How could we be engaged in such things?”
After Third Lady explained, she asked, “Jingtang, if we weren’t following you, would you have gone in?”
“Are you kidding? Let’s go.”
The two women had different expressions as they rode their horse and followed…
At night…
Outside the city, the Baoyuan School…
The Baoyuan School was built on a mountain and hidden among a green forest.
The white stone path stretched from the official road to the depths of the green forest. On the way, there was an ancient archway. Many carriages and horses were parked by the roadside with servants looking after them.
At the end of the white stone path was a large mansion with white walls and blue tiles. There were two stone lions at the door. Although it was not as large as the Water Cloud Sword Pool, it was much more imposing than a new sect like the Iron Buddha Ridge. Ten disciples in martial arts uniforms were standing outside the door, welcoming guests and showing them in.
The entrance of the mansion was brightly lit, and there was a banquet being held in the open. Thirty square tables had been arranged left and right, and a temporary arena had been set up in the middle.
There were more than 100 martial artists sitting at the square table, all of whom were famous figures around Broad Crossing. But in Jianghu, they could be classified as ‘small fries’ and were on the same level as Yang Guan.
Under the eaves in the middle was a large chair. Two disciples were standing behind it with their hands behind their backs. An old man in a brocade robe was sitting on the chair, his hawk-like eyes staring at the archway outside the door.
The tables were full of wine and meat, and the atmosphere should be lively and bustling. But none of the hundred martial artists sitting at the banquet were speaking. They only glanced sideways at the arena in the middle.
Everyone knew who the arena was prepared for and guessed that Sect Master Li Hunyuan was feeling slightly unconfident.
Li Hunyuan didn’t practice martial arts as biasedly as Cheng Shilu. As a strong internal martial arts Grandmaster, he could suppress Cheng Shilu with his movement technique alone. In everyone’s opinion, Ye Silang’s strength should be on par with Li Hunyuan’s.
The levels of the two sides were not much different. If they fought in private, it was hard to say who would win, and the loser might lose his life and reputation.
But this wasn’t the case in the arena. Killing someone was a sign of extremely poor martial ethics and inflexibility. No matter what, the victor had to leave a breath for the loser.
If Li Hunyuan lost, he would spit out what he had eaten according to the rules, and the matter would be over. It was better than surrendering without a fight.
If he won, he would make peace, and both sides would be able to maintain their dignity and reputation. Moreover, he would truly obtain the businesses.
This idea wasn’t wrong, but Cheng Shilu had just died yesterday. It was still a little risky after all.
Li Hunyuan’s eldest disciple, who was standing behind the armchair, whispered, “Ye Silang seems to be a hothead who doesn’t know how to be flexible. If he doesn’t care about his reputation in Jianghu, he might kill directly…”
Li Hunyuan was expressionless, but he was also worried about this in his heart. After all, it was very difficult for him to kill an opponent of the same level with a single move. On the other hand, the Overlord Spear could give him heart-wrenching pain if he weren’t careful. As long as they exchanged blows, there was a risk of losing his life.
Li Hunyuan fell silent for a moment before replying, “You mean, I should surrender without a fight?”
The eldest disciple knew that his master cared about his reputation in Jianghu. He wanted to persuade him again, but there was a commotion in the dead silent courtyard.
“Hmm?”
“That is?”
Li Hunyuan and the martial artists looked up in unison and saw a fierce horse appear outside the archway of the white stone path.
Clack, clack..
The fierce horse stepped across the white stone path unhurriedly and walked toward the door.
On the horse was a black-robed man wearing a bamboo hat with a long weapon hanging on the side of the horse. Although no one knew his identity, his arrogant aura had already let everyone guess who he was.
“He’s really here…”
“It’s Ye Silang…”
“Sect Master, what should we do…”
In the courtyard, dozens of Baoyuan School disciples looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Some of them wanted to question him, but others stopped them.
Li Yuanyuan’s eyelids twitched slightly. He took a deep breath, stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and said from afar, “Your Excellency, are you Ye Silang?”
Ye Jingtang rode his horse to the entrance of the Li residence. He ignored the martial artists and disciples looking at him with fear in their eyes and looked at the old man with an extraordinary aura at the back. “i don’t have much time. Sect Master Li, your stage has been set up. Why don’t we talk after the battle?”
The hundred or so martial artists sitting at the square tables felt that the young master of the Red Flower Pavilion was really straightforward and suited their taste.
Li Hunyuan also knew that it was useless to talk among people in Jianghu. He immediately tapped his toes lightly, and his body rose from the ground. His body was as light as a leaf and didn’t cause any wind along the way.
But after he landed on the arena 30 feet away, the arena made of hardwood creaked as if it was pressed down by a huge bronze statue..
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