As soon as Bai Cang reached the first floor, he heard the commotion outside and the steward of Wanxiang Tower talking about "distinguished guests" and "unwelcome guests." How could he not overthink it?
He never believed that such coincidences could exist in this world.
Most coincidences are actually the result of careful planning.
Thinking of this, Bai Cang turned back and looked at Ye Lan'er deeply, as if he wanted to remember her "sound, appearance and smile" firmly, but he did not say anything.
At this point, saying anything harsh is completely meaningless.
Since the other party dared to scheme against me, they must have already made corresponding preparations.
Moreover, the owner of Wanxiang Tower is the Wanxiang Sect, a major Xuanmen sect, and Ye Lan'er should also be a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect.
She has powerful backers, a strong background, and plenty of confidence. What's the point of talking to her?
Rather than being quick-witted, it's better to remember this grudge.
When the opportunity arises in the future, we will try to preserve her "sound and appearance" as "her voice and appearance remain".
When Ye Lan'er saw Bai Cang's seemingly profound yet unusually calm gaze, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched by some ancient ferocious beast.
A strong wind rises, clouds fly, and thunder and drizzle are hidden within.
She was not afraid of Bai Cang's aggressive questioning or tough interrogation.
But that deep, unfathomable gaze sent a chill down her spine, from her tailbone to the top of her head.
As the saying goes: A barking dog doesn't bite!
If this isn't explained clearly and the misunderstanding isn't cleared up, she will most likely have another enemy who is relentless, yet also ruthless and cunning!
Thinking of this, Ye Lan'er opened her mouth and was about to speak.
"You, a mere steward, dare to obstruct the imperial procession of the Thirteenth Prince?"
"Why waste words with him? Just barge in!"
"This Dragon Palace and Sea Market all belong to the Thirteenth Prince's family; where can't he go?"
Just then, amidst a chaotic commotion, twenty or thirty people stormed in aggressively.
These people were all strangely shaped, not like humans at all, and a boy was surrounded by them like stars around the moon.
The young man was handsome, with two short, coral-like silver horns on his head and a green beard under his chin, clearly not human.
It should be a dragon, that is, the thirteenth prince they mentioned.
This thirteenth prince was dressed in a colorful arrow-patterned robe with embroidered flowers. His body was covered with a layer of shimmering light, and there was a faint mist around him, which kept everyone at least three feet away. He was so pure and immaculate that it made him seem otherworldly.
However, that arrogant air about him gave him a touch of worldly sophistication.
Especially after seeing Ye Lan'er, the barely concealed greed and lust completely destroyed his otherworldly demeanor.
The image of a lustful and dissolute man is vividly portrayed on the page.
Bai Cang, of course, wouldn't be foolish enough to be used as a pawn, so he turned around and stepped aside.
But the tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease; Bai Cang may not want to cause trouble, but others are unwilling to let him go.
After Bai Cang stepped aside, the group of people walked straight toward him.
"You're the distinguished guest they're talking about?"
A timid fellow with long, rat-tail-like beards, resembling a turtle spirit, arrogantly questioned Bai Cang.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Bai Cang's eyes, but he remained outwardly calm, simply smiling slightly and saying, "Please make yourself at home, sir. I was just there by chance and was used as an excuse."
As the saying goes: Speak human language to humans, and ghost language to ghosts.
These guys don't seem like they have any brains, so Bai Cang naturally didn't offer any vague hints and directly stated his attitude and position.
Do whatever you want. I'm just a scapegoat who's been used as a shield.
We have our own paths to follow, so let's not fall into other people's traps.
Upon hearing this, the turtle spirit's beady eyes darted around, and it couldn't help but turn its head to look at the thirteenth prince.
The thirteenth prince looked at Bai Cang, but a barely perceptible hint of jealousy and resentment flashed in his eyes.
Then, with a slight lift of his chin, his arrogance was made no attempt to conceal.
"So you're that so-called 'Little Sword Immortal of the Brothel'? You don't look like much at all!"
Having received instructions, the beady-eyed turtle spirit became even more arrogant, "You spineless little bastard, do you even deserve to stand before the Thirteenth Prince?"
"Kneel down and kowtow three hundred times, then crawl between our grandfathers' legs, and perhaps the Thirteenth Prince will forgive your offense!"
Bai Cang was completely speechless!
What kind of idiot is this? Does he really want me to go on a killing spree?
Since his transmigration, he had never seen such anthropomorphic creatures with such low intelligence.
He had clearly made his stance clear: he didn't want to be used as a pawn, and he didn't want any conflict with them.
Why force him? Isn't it better to be alive?
Admittedly, Bai Cang did not want to be schemed against and was indeed trying his best to avoid conflict.
But that doesn't mean he's a pushover, nor does it mean he can tolerate being humiliated and forced to act like a coward.
Upon seeing this situation, Ye Lan'er immediately sensed something was wrong.
If she doesn't take action, she'll probably offend both sides to the death!
Although she did have the idea of taking advantage of the situation to solve a small problem for herself.
But such a brain-dead script, she definitely didn't write it!
Thinking of this, Ye Lan'er couldn't help but curse in her heart. The usually dignified and elegant Ye Lan'er couldn't help but utter foul language and broke her vow of silence.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, my subordinates are here to stay..."
As soon as Ye Lan'er opened her mouth, she saw Bai Cang sway and disappear into thin air.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The next moment.
A fierce and domineering dark red light slashed out and swept across the sky.
In just a moment, the heads of the twenty or thirty people surrounding the thirteenth prince were all blown high into the air.
"boom!"
Only then did the sword's cry and thunderous sound begin to ring out.
The twenty or thirty headless corpses, in the instant they transformed into their original forms as shrimp soldiers and crab generals, turned into blood flowing everywhere.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A gust of frosty wind blew up and instantly turned the blood into ashes.
"Thank you for your hospitality, fellow Daoist. I will remember it forever."
"The green hills remain, the clear waters flow on, but we... will never meet again!"
A long howl echoed, its lingering sound lingering long afterward.
Bai Cang's aura disappeared from Wanxiang Tower in a swift and decisive manner, without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing this scene.
Ye Lan'er's face was gloomy and her eyes were complicated. She knew that this enmity had been formed and would probably be difficult to resolve.
The thirteenth prince was completely dumbfounded, his mind going blank.
All the arrogance, jealousy, resentment, greed, lust and other emotions that he once had were swept away in an instant, and his eyes immediately became clear!
[Correction: The Third Prince was just a joke; it should be changed to the Thirteenth Prince. Requesting free gifts.]
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