I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 70: The sword rises, not a single feather can fall
The strong intervention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard has made many people who were watching the fun think about withdrawing.

In this world, the relationship between the imperial court and the underworld is not that bad.

A situation like the one in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer where people in the martial arts world immediately show contempt upon hearing that Liu Zhengfeng is going to defect to the court is almost impossible to happen.

Learned martial arts and brought goods to the emperor's family.

It's not shameful to be a dog for the emperor.

After all, they gave him a lot, including face, money, and sisters. Even if he died gloriously in the line of duty, his descendants would still benefit from it.

Even Lin Bu'ren, who was born in the Langya Lin family, entered the court and became the Minister of War.

Because if one wants to realize one's ambitions, a career in the imperial court is always the fastest way.

For heroes of humble origins, being able to work for the court is the iron rice bowl they have always dreamed of.

However, the recruitment standards of the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the Southern Dynasties were quite strict. It was almost entirely a recommendation system, and there was not even an entrance to the examination.

If a chivalrous man in the martial arts world says that he looks down on the imperial court, there are only two possibilities: one is that he is just saying that the grapes are sour because he can't eat them; the other is that he is simply stupid.

Is Huang Tianbao a fool?

Obviously not.

But he accepted death.

Even in the face of the might of the two famous detectives of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he still refused to take a single step back.

Leng Wuqing was a little surprised. An ordinary person in the martial arts world would have retreated long ago after being frightened like this, but this person was a stubborn person.

But the other party has not broken any law, he is just standing there, and as a public servant we cannot use force.

No, even if it's an ordinary real warrior, just knock him out and send him back.

But Huang Tianbao is a master and cannot be defeated with just one or two moves.

The situation became somewhat rigid again.

Bai Xuan stood in the courtyard, taking in everyone's expressions.

There are so many people present, and everyone has their own ideas. These demands conflict with each other, which has led to the relatively complicated situation now.

It is difficult to deal with, but it is also easy to deal with.

The current dilemma can be temporarily resolved by simply getting Huang Tianbao of the Wuwei Escort Agency to admit defeat and retreat.

Obviously, there are people who have the ability and are suitable to come forward...

That would have to be me.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew.

The door of the mourning hall was pushed open, and Master Jingxuan walked out slowly, with a hint of loneliness on her face. Compared with before, there was a bit more desolation and age between her brows.

"It's so noisy."

"Is this some kind of vegetable market?"

"Before the funeral hall, be silent!"

Master Jingxuan of the Baimei School ranks fourth in the Baimei School and is also quite famous in the martial arts world.

"Greetings, Master Jingxuan." Song Qingtang was the first to react, his eyes looking unnatural.

Jing Xuan glanced at Song Qingtang calmly and said, "It's you. I said back then that you were ambitious and a wolf cub that could never be tamed. It seems I was right."

Song Qingtang's embarrassment flashed away, and then he said, "Only the Wolf King is suitable to lead the wolf pack."

"If you're so courageous, why don't you start your own sect instead of clinging to Juyi Pavilion?" Jing Xuanrui commented, "You only know that wolves are ambitious creatures, but do you know what happens if you fail in the fight for the leader of a pack?"

After saying that, he ignored Song, who had a grim expression on his face, and walked to the center of the compound.

"I am Jing Xuan from the Baimei Sect, but tonight I am not standing here in this capacity. Instead, I am standing here as an old friend of Jiang Baichuan and an elder of Ning Jianshuang."

"The old guy is already dead, and you don't dare to seek revenge on him. Instead, you come here to bully a junior. Do you think that since all her elders are dead, there is no one to protect her?"

"Captain Huang, do you want to fight me to the death? By the grace of the Qingyuan Patriarch, I promise to leave you with an intact corpse!"

After saying this, Huang Tianbao suddenly felt overwhelmed with pressure.

The situation tonight should have been a sure win, but we encountered continuous pressure from the Embroidered Uniform Guards and the Baimei Sect.

Who could have anticipated such a scene?

Master Jingxuan was clearly Jiang Baichuan's fiancée who was abandoned by him, but at this time she stood up and took the initiative to defend the Jiang family.

Even Ning Jianshuang herself was surprised.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Qingtang stood directly beside Huang Tianbao and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the Baimei Sect. It would be against the rules of the martial arts world for Master Nun to intervene directly..."

"Shut up! Are you a parrot? You keep saying the same thing over and over again: you allow yourself to bully the weak, but you don't allow others to bully you! The walls of Yumen Pass are not as thick-skinned as you!" This time it was Leng Wuqing who spoke, sneering mercilessly.

Although she is a cold beauty, her sharp tongue is not weak at all. She can wear a mask and scold people without any psychological burden.

"If you still have some sense of shame, you should leave on your own." Jing Xuan said calmly, "Because it will cause a quarrel, it will be embarrassing for everyone."

Song Qingtang was shocked, thinking that this nun really thought that if Jiang Baichuan died, she would become his legal wife. She was so immersed in the role.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel like backing out.

Huang Tianbao also moved and took a step forward.

But instead of turning back, he took a step forward.

"Mr. Huang dares to ask Master Jingxuan for guidance!"

Song Qingtang suddenly turned his head - you are so hot!
Do you really think that just because you have been the chief escort for more than ten years, you can fight against the real grandmaster of Baimei Sect who has practiced for twenty years?
He still underestimated Huang Tianbao's stubbornness, or perhaps underestimated Huang Tianbao's persistence in avenging his old boss.

Revenge may not be achieved, but at least I can let out a sigh of relief.

This mentality of mixed gratitude and hatred is also part of the underworld and its people.

Hu Xianfeng, who was watching the show while munching on sunflower seeds, also became nervous. A fight between two masters here was more than just a violation of public order.

He quickly glanced at Wuqing, signaling her to stop them, but the latter completely ignored him. Through the mask, he could see that her expression actually contained an expectation of "hurry up and fight".

Hu Xianfeng suddenly felt a lump in his throat, knowing that she was going to slack off again. She was obviously the most capable fighter among the detectives, but she had the least contribution and did the least work. She was also often missing, and when asked, she would just say nonsense like "Don't ask, those who understand will understand, and I can't tell you if you don't understand", and she would only appear occasionally to join in the fun.

But he alone had no confidence in stopping the two masters. Would he be caught in the middle and get beaten?
Hu Xianfeng pulled out a few handfuls of hair and looked around, wondering if he could find a reliable person to solve the problem.

Then his gaze fell directly on Bai Xuan, who had a calm expression.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, just like the idea king snapped his fingers, and the noodle stall owner raised his finger.

Because of the previous incident with Park Yuhai, Hu Xianfeng had a very good impression of Bai Xuan. He believed in his heart that although this man was young, he was a man of great vision and knowledge. He was calm and composed, and could remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing. His chivalrous spirit was like a billboard flashing a 404 error warning in the dark night, making him stand out from the crowd.

Such a person must be much smarter than a fool like me, and should have a way to prevent this unnecessary life-and-death battle!
All I can say is, this famous detective...

He is quite good at judging people.

"Young Master Bai!"

Hu Xianfeng shouted with a swift voice, "Young Master Bai, please dissuade me..."

It's too late, but it's soon.

As soon as Hu Xianfeng spoke, the two masters raised their hands almost at the same time, regardless of order.

Every true warrior who has reached the Grandmaster level has his or her own temper.

These two people are not good-natured, and coupled with the fact that neither of them is willing to give in, the conflict is still completely ignited in a rather bad way.

Master Jingxuan was already in a very bad mood because of the news of Jiang Baichuan's death. She wanted to say goodbye to him properly, but she was interrupted. A chilling coldness seeped out of her whole body. She clenched her hands with her bare hands, and an ice sword that looked like it was made of white feathers formed out of thin air.

Huang Tianbao was also in a very bad mood. Too many unexpected events had happened tonight, and the repeated obstacles had made him feel angry. Perhaps he had been holding this anger for ten years, so when it exploded, it was like a thunderclap, and the spear in his hand also burst out with unprecedented power.

The sword forged from frost exudes sorrow and coldness; the taut spear thrusts forward, drawing a bright red arc.

This was already a battle between true masters. Ordinary people were not even qualified to watch. Even if they were just swept by the aftermath, they would suffer serious internal injuries.

No one could have guessed that the first to start a fight would be people from the Baimei Sect and the Wuwei Escort Agency.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards reacted the fastest, retreating immediately and pulling the people standing around them to the back.

The reactions of the first and second disciples of the Baimei Sect were even faster. They even predicted what would happen next by observing the fourth master's expression. The two of them carried Ning Jianshuang and Luluo and retreated directly towards the mourning hall.

The other masters did not dare to step forward. Their first reaction was to jump off the ground and find a high place to make room and create distance.

Hu Xianfeng raised his arms in a defensive posture, and he couldn't finish the words he had just spoken. They didn't even get far before they were drowned out by the blast of energy from the Grandmaster's outburst. The barrier formed by the罡气 rebounded the echo, causing his ears to buzz.

Leng Wuqing, who was standing at the side and rear, heard it clearly, but he didn't think that Young Master Bai could do anything in the current situation.

No one dared to easily interfere in the fight between masters, especially when both sides were determined to fight to the death.

But see...

The ice sword and the spear were facing each other tip to tip.

The two powerful energies were confronting each other like a needle against a wheat spike. In fact, the weapons did not touch directly, and the energy between them was highly compressed.

The frozen frost and snow continued to spread and drift, almost freezing the front ends of the two weapons into a whole ice sculpture.

No one can give in at this time.

Once the highly compressed energy breaks through the critical point and explodes, the Jiang family, as the battlefield, will at least have its walls that have stood for hundreds of years demolished.

There was no peace in front of the mourning hall. Jiang Baichuan could not find peace even at the only funeral in his life.

Ning Jianshuang didn't want the situation to get to this point at all.

However, she was powerless and could not persuade Huang Tianbao to retreat, nor could she convince Jingxuan.

There was more helplessness than regret in his expression.

As a daughter, she couldn't even handle her father's funeral properly. She felt guilty and sighed quietly.

"Perhaps, this is the fate of my family—"

Ning Jianshuang felt dejected and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Then, her gloomy expression was illuminated by a ray of clear light.

At some point, a man in white appeared in the center of the Grandmasters' battle arena.

Then Bai Yi drew his sword.

Om-!
The crisp sound of sword chanting echoed.

The sword tip was raised and cut precisely into the frozen joint.

The sword was as light as a flying feather, yet it lifted the world with ease.

Crack... accompanied by the crisp sound of ice cracking, the connection between the weapons in the hands of the two masters was severed.

The weapon in Master Jingxuan's hand shattered into pieces. She took a half step back to steady herself, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Huang Tianbao couldn't hold the spear in his hand at all, and it flew out of his hand, flew high into the sky, and disappeared into the night in a spin.

And the terrifying momentum just disappeared.

In the almost dead silence, the young man in white slowly spoke.

"This is in front of the ancestors' spirits."

"If you want to fight, please go out and fight."

Bai Xuan directly ordered them to leave.

"The Jiang family does not welcome uninvited guests who want to destroy our home. Please leave immediately!"

(End of this chapter)