Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

Lin Chaoying replied with a smile, "Lin Chaoying."

She knew all the women here wanted a promise from Su Qingfeng. Su Qingfeng held military power and had several Grandmasters by his side; even his wife was either a Grandmaster or a Grandmaster. With his promise, they wouldn't fear any difficulties in the future. "Lin Chaoying of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Su Qingfeng was somewhat surprised, not expecting this to be Lin Chaoying. He had seen Li Mochou in Xingzilin, but he didn't know that Lin Chaoying was so young and beautiful.

The Ancient Tomb Sect shouldn't have any secret techniques for preserving youth, right? How did she maintain her youth?

Lin Chaoying looked at Su Qingfeng with suspicion. The Ancient Tomb Sect had always been reclusive, and very few people knew about their sect. How did Wu Xiangjun know? "I am indeed Lin Chaoying of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Does Wu Xiangjun know me?"

Seeing that Su Qingfeng was polite to everyone else but not to her, Zhu Yuyan couldn't help but want to say something sarcastic: "There's no pretty girl that this lecherous man doesn't know."

Su Qingfeng rolled her eyes at Zhu Yuyan, ignored her, and turned to Lin Chaoying with a smile, saying:

"I've heard of the Tomb of the Living Dead in Zhongnan Mountain, but I never imagined that the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect would be such a beautiful young woman. It's quite a surprise."

Lin Chaoying gave Zhu Yuyan and Su Qingfeng a strange look, then smiled and replied:

"Haha, I'm old enough to be your mother, don't talk nonsense. Now, is Lord Wu Xiang planning to give me silver notes, or will he also grant me a promise?"

"Does Sect Leader Lin want silver notes, or a promise from me?"

"Make a promise. I hope that you will lend a helping hand to my Ancient Tomb Sect when it encounters danger in the future."

"Okay, I agree."

Su Qingfeng didn't talk much with Lin Chaoying. There were several women waiting behind him, and he wanted to finish quickly so he could check if Changsun Wuhou had cultivated true qi and if Yanfei's injuries had worsened. Although Wanwan and Shi Feixuan were there to look after him, he still couldn't put his mind at ease.

At this moment, a woman dressed in pale yellow walked forward with a smile:

"My name is Su Rongrong, Lady Wu Xiang. Isn't it my turn?"

Su Qingfeng looked at Su Rongrong, momentarily unable to recall who she was, nor did he remember such a woman placing a bet. Despite her sweet and lovely appearance, Su Qingfeng wasn't stupid: "Su Rongrong, you don't seem to have placed a bet, do you?"

Su Rongrong immediately said angrily:

"Who said that! I bet one hundred taels of silver. It's not a lot of money, but it's still my hard-earned money. I asked Sister Huang to give you the silver notes for me."

Huang Xuemei, somewhat embarrassed, explained to Su Qingfeng:

"Lord Wu Xiang, her one hundred tael silver note is tucked inside the silver note I gave you. Because the amount is small, I originally planned to wait until you lost before telling you... If you don't believe me, you can check if there is a one hundred tael silver note tucked inside the five thousand tael gold notes."

Upon hearing the words of the woman carrying the zither, Su Qingfeng examined the silver note she had handed him and found a one-hundred-tael note tucked inside. He was speechless for a moment.

He hadn't expected Su Rongrong to be so poor. Everyone else was giving gold notes or large sums of silver, but she'd only bet one hundred taels of silver. Su Qingfeng shook his head, holding the small note.

"Su Rongrong, it's a shame you have the surname Su, yet you're the poorest one here. Look at everyone else, and then look at you, you're a disgrace to the Su family."

Su Rongrong was furious at Su Qingfeng's words. She was usually gentle and rarely got angry, but this Wu Xiangjun was really going too far, speaking to her like that, which made her unable to hold back. "What nonsense are you talking about! I just didn't bring any silver notes with me for the '227' this time, otherwise I would have made sure you lost everything."

"Ha, you make it sound so true."

"you……"

"Here, keep this thousand taels of gold. Look at how frail you are, go back and take good care of yourself."

Seeing that the pretty woman was about to argue, Su Qingfeng quickly interrupted her and handed her a thousand-tael gold note. He still couldn't remember who she was; the world of martial arts was too chaotic for him to recognize everyone.

"I don't want banknotes, I want a promise."

Su Rongrong refused the gold note, but her eyes darted around, hoping to get a promise from Su Qingfeng as well. Seeing that the other women present had all received promises, she naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. Su Qingfeng, however, scoffed:

"Dream on. You think a hundred taels of silver is enough to buy a promise from me? Su Rongrong, why don't you just go to heaven?"

Su Rongrong grabbed Su Qingfeng directly and said face to face, "I just want a promise from you. You can't look down on people just because I have less money. They all have money, and you can't favor one over the other."

Looking at her delicate face, Su Qingfeng suddenly wanted to kiss her. He was also curious about which martial arts story Su Rongrong was from. But to agree so easily would be too easy on her. Seeing him staring at her intently, Su Rongrong's face flushed red, and she stomped on his foot hard: "You lecherous scoundrel, what are you looking at!"

"Fine, one more won't make a difference. So, what kind of promise do you want?"

Su Qingfeng was embarrassed by being stepped on. He hadn't actually had any evil intentions; he was just recalling Su Rongrong's background. "I haven't thought it through yet. I'll tell you when I do. Now, write me a written agreement and stamp it with your seal. I can use it to find you later so you won't renege on your debt."

"All right."

Seeing Su Rongrong asking Su Qingfeng to write a written agreement, Murong Qiudi realized she hadn't received any proof herself. Currently, only Zhu Qiqi had a written agreement, and she was worried that this rogue might deny it later. Murong Qiudi glanced at the people around her and immediately said to Su Qingfeng:

"Lord Wu Xiang, you also need to write a copy for us. Who knows if you'll turn your back on us later?"

"Murong Qiudi, you talk too much."

"Stop arguing and write one for each of us. We don't trust your character."

Su Qingfeng wanted to retort, but seeing Lin Chaoying and the others glaring at her, she had no choice but to swallow her words. "...I'll write it."

After Su Qingfeng finished writing the letter of commitment, the women took turns stamping it with his seal, making Su Qingfeng wonder if there was something wrong with his character. "Here you go."

He handed the final letter of promise to Huang Xuemei. Su Qingfeng knew this girl carried a deep-seated hatred and that her journey would be perilous; he didn't want to see her die. At most, she was only at the Grandmaster level; in this world of martial arts, seeking revenge would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Huang Xuemei looked slightly surprised and raised her eyes to look at Su Qingfeng: "Do I also need to make a promise?"

Su Qingfeng shoved the letter into her hand: "Of course. I've written down what you need to do in it, including information about your brother. You can verify it yourself. But take my advice—it's best to wait until you reach the Grandmaster level before taking any action. The Heavenly Demon Harp is not invincible. If your strength is insufficient, you might die before you can avenge your grudge."

Huang Xuemei lowered her head to carefully read what was written in the letter, and her expression changed drastically: "This...is it true?"

"Whether it's true or false, you'll find out when you check later."

"...Thank you, I'll check it out."

Su Qingfeng turned to look at Zi Nu beside him and secretly shook his head. This woman had been running a brothel for many years, was experienced and unpredictable, and was truly a difficult character to deal with. However, her figure was quite eye-catching; Su Qingfeng felt his blood rush to his head at just one glance.

Seeing that Zi Nu did not come forward, Su Qingfeng was happy to relax. He pretended not to see her and turned to leave.

At this moment, Fan Qinghui suddenly stopped him. Seeing that all the other women—including that demonic witch Zhu Yuyan—had received Su Qingfeng's promise, while she alone had not, although she didn't care, how could she save face if word got out that she was being treated differently?

She angrily stopped Su Qingfeng: "Su Qingfeng, why wasn't there my promise?"

Su Qingfeng was taken aback, only then realizing that he had indeed forgotten her. In his mind, as the head of Cihang Jingzhai and the leader of the righteous path in the Great Sui Dynasty, why would Fan Qinghui need his help? He pushed her away helplessly, saying, "You are a nun, your mind is pure; what use is this promise?"

"Then give me back my silver notes!"

"I already gave the silver notes to Lu Xiaofeng. If you want them, go find him." How could Su Qingfeng possibly return the money he had already received?

Fan Qinghui trembled with rage, pointing at him and yelling, "You...you want to steal my money?"

Su Qingfeng laughed, "I wouldn't even look at your little bit of silver notes. One of Zhu Qiqi's notes is worth ten of yours, why would I covet yours?"

He sized up the still-attractive nun before him and suddenly thought of Song Que, the Heavenly Blade—if he were here, would the two of them rekindle their romance? But Song Que must be quite old now.

Three hundred and twenty-one days have passed, and Song Que of the Heavenly Blade is no longer the handsome man he once was. Now he is just a decrepit old man. It is unknown whether Fan Qinghui still thinks highly of him.

"You bastard, now you either give me back my banknotes or write me a written agreement, or you're not leaving here."

Fan Qinghui stared at Su Qingfeng, her anger rising—this damned man actually wanted to swallow her silver notes. Although the amount on the notes wasn't too large, this man was unwilling to pay the bet or give a straight answer; it was simply outrageous. If it weren't for the fact that Su Qingfeng had Yaoyue and his Grandmaster wife behind him, Fan Qinghui would have strangled this bastard on the spot.

Just then, Sikong Zhaixing and Chu Liuxiang finished their duel and walked over from a distance, both soaking wet, looking as if they had just crawled out of a lake. Seeing Sikong Zhaixing's disheveled appearance, Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise, "Sikong, who won?" Sikong Zhaixing sat down, panting, and replied, "No winner, it's a draw. Next time I'll definitely beat Chu Liuxiang."

He truly hadn't expected Chu Liuxiang's lightness skill to be so formidable; this time, both fell into the water, and neither was clearly superior. However, Sikong Zhaixing felt that his true strength lay in his thieving skills and disguise, while his lightness skill was merely average. He thought that Chu Liuxiang had been careless this time, otherwise he would have undoubtedly lost.

"Alright, then we'll beat him next time." Lu Xiaofeng nodded, then pointed towards Su Qingfeng's side, "Sikong, do you see? That guy Su Qingfeng is surrounded by a bunch of bastards. I want to go join the fun." Sikong Zhaixing jumped up as soon as he heard this: "Lu Xiaoji! I just escaped from those bastards not long ago, and you want me to go again? He almost tricked me just now, I'm not going to go to such a dangerous place."

Lu Xiaofeng was at a loss. He had previously approached Zhu Wushi to start a game, but Zhu Wushi insisted on including Su Qingfeng, saying that if Su Qingfeng joined, they wouldn't have to pay even if they lost. However, Zhu Wushi wouldn't start the game unless Su Qingfeng agreed, leaving Lu Xiaofeng anxious. Seeing that Ximen Chuixue and Wei Zhuang's match was nearing its end, he could only continue to urge Sikong Zhaixing: "Sigh, aren't you envious of the stunning beauties around Su Qingfeng? Don't you want to take one back to the Ming Dynasty?"