Murong Fu cured Li Qingluo of her love poison without expecting anything in return, keeping his merit and fame hidden.

He is a gentleman.

Murong Fu was admiring his own noble character when a servant came to report:

"Young Master, a letter from Master Bao San."

"Give it to me."

Murong Fu took the letter, opened it, and immediately frowned.

Wang Yuyan came to Murong Fu's side, leaning against him, her eyes fixed on the contents of the letter.

"Husband, are you leaving home again?"

Upon hearing this, the other girls became anxious.

Guo Fu said, "Husband, you've just returned, why are you leaving again?"

"Yes, my husband, I miss you."

"Husband, can't you stay?"

"..."

The ladies were reluctant to part.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, is calling on all heroes to hold a martial arts conference at Shaoshi Mountain. It will be held in half a month. I will stay at home with you for a while and then I will be right back."

Hearing that Murong Fu would be able to stay home for another half month, all the women smiled happily.

Only Murong Yue frowned. She had thought she could stay with Qiao Feng forever, but fate had played a cruel trick on her.

Seeing this, Murong Fu asked, "Xiaoyue, would you like to go to Shaoshi Mountain with your brother?"

Murong Yue smiled calmly and shook her head: "Xiao Yue was born a member of the Murong family and will die a member of the Murong family. She will never leave the Murong family again."

“I’m so happy that you can let go of it.”

Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Murong Fu held a wedding ceremony for Yue Lingshan.

He also married Lin Shiyin.

Since he had promised Li Xunhuan to take good care of his cousin, he naturally had to take care of her for the rest of his life. How could a man break his promise?

Ren Yingying was unhappy that she could only be a maidservant accompanying her in her dowry, but it was her own fault for not having pure intentions in the first place.

Later, during a healing session, Cheng Ying couldn't control herself and took the initiative to merge with Murong Fu.

To this, Murong Fu could only sigh, "How foolish! I am no good man! Your actions have made me ashamed. I can only take care of you for the rest of my life, and I hope you will not regret it."

Cheng Ying remained silent, gritting her teeth in pain, and increased the force of her grip.

...

This day, half a month later.

Murong Fu left alone.

It wasn't that Murong Fu didn't want to travel with the beauties, but rather that he considered that they were both pregnant and not suitable for long journeys.

The journey to Shaoshi Mountain is long and arduous.

at night.

Murong Fu rested by the river.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard.

Then came shouts of battle cries: "Don't run! Surround them!"

"Little monk! Tell me the whereabouts of the Blood Blade Ancestor obediently, or I'll have your head chopped off!"

"I really don't know. My name is Di Yun. I'm not a monk. These are clothes I found in a dilapidated temple. I'll just take them off."

"Still trying to argue! Get them!"

After arguing for a while, the two sides started fighting.

Murong Fu leaped to the treetop and gazed into the distance: "Di Yun? Interesting."

Di Yun's martial arts skills were poor, he only knew some rudimentary techniques, but he was incredibly strong, and his ordinary moves were difficult for these people to withstand.

"Hmph!" The woman in white stepped forward, her cold gaze sweeping over Di Yun. "I didn't expect you to be so loyal, little monk. But your loyalty is misplaced against a villain like Blood Blade Demon!"

The man beside her said coldly, "Cousin, what's the point of talking to this wicked monk? Just capture him and torture him severely. I don't believe he won't talk!"

The woman refused, shaking her head and saying, "Cousin, how could we, the Twin Heroes of Bell and Sword, do such despicable things?"

At this moment, four more mature and composed middle-aged men walked out from behind.

One of the men, a long-bearded man wearing a white mink coat, stepped forward and said, “Sheng’er is right. How can we, as chivalrous people, do things that involve torture to extract confessions? Considering the little monk’s loyalty, let’s just send him on his way.”

Hua Tiegan, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like face, said, "Fourth Brother is right. Although the little monk has gone astray, his heart is commendable. There's no need to torture him; just kill him."

"good!"

The other two nodded.

Shui Sheng was about to finish off the little monk with a single sword strike when suddenly a deafening wailing sound erupted.

"Hahaha! I never imagined I had such a loyal follower!"

"Blood Saber Ancestor!"

Everyone was startled and assumed a defensive stance.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This beast is already wounded. As long as we don't panic, he is no match for us!"

"What a fine display of devastation! I, your ancestor, will slaughter you all to the point of utter defeat!"

The blood-red light flashed, particularly dazzling under the moonlight.

"Ah! My hand!"

The man in white screamed in agony.

"cousin!"

Shui Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

However, in the next instant, another streak of blood flew through the air.

The white-clad man's round head fell to the ground, his eyes still moving, seemingly unaware that he was already dead.

He lost consciousness completely a moment later.

"Blood Blade Demon! Prepare to die!"

Shui Sheng stared in disbelief, drew her sword, and charged toward the blood-red figure.

"Sheng'er, you mustn't act impulsively!"

His father tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Under the cold moonlight, the Blood Blade Ancestor's bald head gleamed as he licked his blood-red scimitar with a sinister smile.

Shui Sheng thrust her sword forward.

However, Blood Saber Ancestor easily knocked his sword away with a single slash, and then casually struck his pressure points.

Shui Sheng burst into tears, her eyes reddening.

"Little girl, you're so green. This old man will give you a good makeover."

Although Blood Blade Ancestor said this, his gaze remained fixed on "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water".

These four are all at the early stage of Grandmaster. Individually, they are quite ordinary, but as sworn brothers, they are skilled in combined attacks. Even Blood Blade Ancestor, a late-stage Grandmaster, does not dare to underestimate them.