Hou Xibai turned around alertly and attacked with his iron fan.
But the newcomer easily defused the situation, laughing and saying, "Junior brother, you have quite a temper."
"It's you, Yang Xuyan." Hou Xibai exclaimed in surprise.
The person who arrived was Yang Xuyan, who had secretly followed Lin Bufan and his group all the way without making a sound.
It seems they are waiting for an opportunity.
Perhaps he believes the opportunity is today.
Yang Xuyan said arrogantly, "You don't even call me Senior Brother, you just call me by my full name. Is this how Master taught you manners and morality?"
Hou Xibai cursed, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm in a bad mood today, so don't mess with me."
"You're in a bad mood because of Lin Bufan, right? He stole two of your women, as well as the Sun-Changing Technique, the Immortal Seal Scroll, and the Longevity Manual. You must hate him."
"What's it to you?"
"Of course it's related. We have common interests and common goals. Why don't we join forces to get rid of them and share the Longevity Formula and the Immortal Seal Scroll?"
"Getting rid of Lin Bufan is no easy task. He is very vigilant, and his martial arts skills are superior to both of us."
"Why resort to violence to kill? As members of the Demonic Sect, isn't it good to occasionally use poison?"
"What kind of poison?"
"Three-quarters-cut intestine noodles".
Yang Xuyan pulled out a packet of poison and threw it to Hou Xibai. "Take advantage of their inattention and poison their food, drink, or water bag. You can manage that, right?"
Hou Xibai hesitated: "This approach is inappropriate; it will poison Shi Feixuan and Shi Qingxuan to death together."
"So what if they're poisoned? Their hearts already belong to Lin Bufan. Are you still going to fawn over them like a dog?"
Yang Xuyan mocked, "No poison, no manliness. What use are women who don't belong to you? Hou Xibai, you need to make a decisive move."
Hou Xibai looked down at the poisonous object in his palm, pondered it carefully for a long time, and memories of the past surfaced in his mind.
The kindness of his master to him, the scene of Shi Qingxuan playing the zither and the flute together.
The scene was beautiful, and he cherished it.
I finally made up my mind.
With a thud, he slammed the three-quarters-of-a-kind rice noodle roll onto the ground, crushing it with his shoe, his expression one of deep loathing.
Yang Xuyan was surprised, his gaze sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "Hou Xibai, what are you doing? You don't agree?"
Hou Xibai said angrily, "How can I agree to this? My master has treated me well, yet I am asked to poison his daughter for a few martial arts techniques? You can do something like betraying your master and ancestors, but I can't."
"You amorous young master." Lin Bufan's voice suddenly appeared behind the two of them, coming closer as he spoke. "Just because of what you said, I can reluctantly lend you the incomplete scroll of the Sun-Changing Technique for half a day to study."
"Lin Bufan?" Hou Xibai and Yang Xuyan turned around at the same time and were stunned to see Lin Bufan standing behind them.
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