In the early hours of the morning, Kyoto finally fell into a quiet after the hustle and bustle.

In Xunhua Fang, which is as famous as Cuihonglou, a lone boat floats on the center of Huahu Lake.

On the boat, a young man in a blue robe, his face covered with a light veil and a bamboo hat to keep away mosquitoes, lay languidly at the bow, occasionally lifting the veil that draped over his face to take a sip of fragrant wine.

This wine is exceptionally fragrant and mellow, hot and potent; it is the only one of its kind in the world, with no other branches.

Just as they were enjoying themselves, a black figure suddenly appeared from the shore, walking across the water.

The man waved the gold medal in his hand at the boy on the boat from a distance. The boy glanced at him but didn't stop him.

The man who was supposed to be the "young master" boarded the boat, picked up his sword, and knelt down.

"I've already come here to be lazy, and you still won't let me have some peace and quiet. What's going on now?" The boy's lazy voice was becoming increasingly impatient.

"Young Master, someone wants to buy the life of Princess Su," the man said, bowing his head.

"Oh, our Donglongmen did a good job... Pfft, what!" The young man didn't take it seriously at first, but after realizing what the person was talking about, he spat out the mouthful of wine he had just taken a sip of, then rubbed his stomach and burst into laughter: "Buy... the Ninth Princess's life, hahaha... How much do you want?"

"Three hundred thousand taels," the man replied respectfully.

"Is that all?" The young man was furious upon hearing this, and smashed the wine jar directly into the lake, splashing water everywhere: "Is the life of the dignified Ninth Prince's Consort only worth this much? Who placed the order? Is he out of his mind? I'm going to find him and get him treated!"

"Young Master, Young Master!" The man was helpless and quickly stopped him: "Young Master, please calm down. Have you forgotten the rules of our Donglongmen? No matter whether the business is done or not, if the employer refuses to show up, we must not contact or harass the employer without reason."

"I won't contact him, I won't harass him, I'm going to fucking take care of him!" the boy yelled as he was about to leap ashore again: "What the hell is the Ninth Prince's Consort only worth 300,000 taels of silver? I'm going to fucking crack his brains open and wash them clean!"

"Young Master, calm down, calm down!" The man who came saw that the young man was drunk and was afraid that he would really run and kill someone. He didn't care about many taboos and quickly hugged him, saying, "We haven't taken this business yet. We just came to ask you for permission first."

The boy looked into the other person's sincere eyes through the semi-transparent veil, his voice slightly dazed: "Didn't you answer?"

"They didn't answer. I'll go back and tell them right away that they won't answer!" the man said, going along with the boy's emotions.

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then clicked his tongue, raised his right index finger and shook it from side to side, saying, "Recently, expenses have been high. It would be foolish not to make money when it's available. I'll take it..."

"Huh?" This time the newcomer was stunned: "That person is going to kill the Ninth Prince's Consort!"

"Did he say whether he would kill the principal wife, a concubine, or someone else?" The boy stared intently at the newcomer.

The person shook his head: "No, not at all."

The young man slapped the man on the shoulder with his large hand and laughed arrogantly, "That's settled then. The Ninth Prince has so many women, just pick one worthless one and chop her up, and you'll have 300,000 taels in hand. Hey, life couldn't be better, lang li ge lang..."

In the end, the boy lay down again and even started humming a little tune.

The visitor: "..."

Young Master, are you not considering the reputation of the Eastern Dragon Gate in the martial arts world by doing this?

Thinking about it, I'd better not waste my breath. Not only is the boy like this, but the sect leader's wicked temper is no better than the young master's. If the Eastern Dragon Sect wanted to ruin its reputation, it would have done so long ago.

Over the years, the sects and families in the martial arts world have changed frequently, but only the Longdong Sect has grown bigger and bigger.