The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Twenty-One: Tie Xiong's Fellow Disciples

In front of the majestic palace gate.

Zhang Bangli and his soldiers had already dismounted and lined up in front of the gate, watching the car slowly stop in front of the palace gate.

After what happened in front of the Prince Ming's mansion, the atmosphere here is quite delicate, and Zhang Bangli's embarrassment still lingers.

He looked at the car and should have taken a few steps forward to offer his assistance, but at this moment, he would rather be impolite than move closer to Mo Bai.

Mo Bai, inside the car, clearly didn't care about that. He stepped on the brake, glanced at Tie Xiong through the rearview mirror without turning around, and said softly, "Did you remember everything?"

In the mirror, Tie Xiong's expression was solemn as he nodded deeply, saying, "Sixth Master, rest assured, I will do my utmost to fulfill your orders!"

"Okay, let's get off the bus!" Mo Bai seemed more relaxed than him, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he nodded gently and said calmly.

Tie Xiong didn't say much. He nodded to Mo Bai, then pushed open the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and opened the door for Mo Bai.

Mo Bai got out of the car, his gaze casually sweeping over Zhang Bangli and the others standing in front of him, before settling on Zhang Bangli's face.

Almost instantly, the atmosphere became awkward.

The soldiers lowered their eyes without hesitation and held their breath.

Seeing the Ming King's provocative gaze, Zhang Bangli's blood, which had finally calmed down, surged uncontrollably once again.

"Cough cough cough..." With his face flushed red, he raised his sleeve and coughed violently, disregarding the fact that he was in front of everyone.

Fortunately, Mo Bai seemed too lazy to waste any more words on this good-for-nothing. He casually turned his head and said to Tie Xiong in front of everyone, "Alright, go back now. Go and teach those useless guards a lesson. How dare they injure me! Humph!"

"Yes!" Tie Xiong immediately bowed and replied.

Mo Bai flicked his sleeves and headed towards the palace gate with great majesty. However, his body was perhaps too frail, and a slight breeze caused him to sway involuntarily, making his majesty look somewhat comical.

However, he himself clearly didn't seem to realize this. With a slight upturn of his lips, he approached Zhang Bangli, glanced at him sideways, and scoffed softly, "Lord Zhang, do you still think I'm easy to bully?"

Looking into Mo Bai's disdainful eyes, Zhang Bangli forced himself to suppress his emotions and finally lowered his head: "This subordinate dares not!"

Mo Bai's lips twitched, then he raised his head and waved his hand: "Enter the palace!"

As Mo Bai's figure entered the palace, Zhang Bangli slowly raised his head, his face already icy cold, then gradually calming down, and followed Ming Wang into the palace.

At that moment, he didn't even think to look at the little guard behind him.

Tie Xiong stood alone outside the palace. When he looked up, he saw the majestic red tiles and golden bricks.

Today was truly turbulent for him; there were so many things he didn't understand.

He didn't know why Sixth Master had suddenly become a different person, nor did he know how Sixth Master could be facing such a calamity in this royal land.

Moreover, Sixth Master was clearly cornered and had no choice but to use this method to explain things to him, which shows how urgent the situation was!

Tie Xiong stood there, his eyes darting about, before finally turning around and quickly disappearing beneath the palace walls.

But a faint trace of melancholy could be seen in his silhouette.

That was because she was worried about her younger sister Ning'er. If something happened to Sixth Master, she would probably lose the few days of peace she had finally managed to enjoy.

But no matter what, he was a man of his word. Since he had promised Sixth Master, he would never break his promise, even if it cost him his life.

He didn't go straight back to the Prince's mansion. Instead, he moved through the city streets, his figure flashing by. His eyes were calm, yet they also shone with a sharp light as he carefully observed everything around him.

He circled several streets to observe until he was sure there were no problems. By then, it was getting dark, and in the darkness, he quickly disappeared.

Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the roads, frozen corpses lie!

This statement is never a joke, regardless of the era or place.

Even the once-prosperous and majestic city of Pingjing was not immune to this situation.

Low-lying houses, hastily built huts!

On the roadside, naked children were rummaging through piles of garbage for any edible food.

The men, exhausted from a day of hard labor, were snoring heavily.

The image of a woman, holding the wick, working under the dim light of an oil lamp to supplement the children's food...

Tie Xiong walked silently through the environment, his eyes somewhat dazed, as if he could hear Ning'er's terrified cries again: "Please, don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother..."

Every time he comes here, he never forgets that day.

Because of his momentary anger, he watched helplessly as his sister was taken away that day, feeling the heartache of being powerless to do anything about it...

"Hoo..." Tie Xiong slightly raised his head to prevent the tears in his eyes from falling. This tough man felt as if his heart was being stabbed again and again by a sharp knife whenever he thought of that day, until it became numb...

It's very quiet here because the people who live here don't really have the leisure to relax and enjoy themselves. In the evenings, they might gather in small groups to chat about love and romance. They need to rest, work, and strive to avoid starving.

Tie Xiong continued forward until he reached the most remote end, where the houses were no longer in sight, but the edge of the city wall.

Tie Xiong finally stopped and stood still for a while. When there was no movement behind him, he flashed and headed straight for a nest.

"Who?" It was dark ahead, without any light, but a low shout suddenly came from a beam behind the barracks.

But deep within this den of woes, countless solemn auras suddenly seemed to gather and prepare to be unleashed at this shout.

However, Tie Xiong didn't seem surprised, nor did he look up. He simply said softly, "It's me!"

His voice was like a clear signal, instantly calming the tense atmosphere. Then, a voice rang out not far in front of Tie Xiong. The low shout from before was now clearly less wary, yet carried a hint of surprise: "Senior brother, why have you come today?"

Before Tie Xiong could speak, several strong gusts of wind rose from the depths of the den, followed by a series of sounds coming from the darkness.

"Junior brother, it's you?"

"Why did you arrive early? Is something wrong?"

"Have the pursuers caught up yet?"

……

The voices were all heavy with emotion. Seeing his brothers in such a panicked state, Tie Xiong clenched his fists slightly. His eyes were downcast in the darkness, and he felt distressed.

He took a tinderbox from his pocket, lit it, and a beam of light shone, illuminating the solemn faces around him.

"Junior brother? What is this...?" A man in his thirties standing at the front of Tie Xiong looked at the fire in Tie Xiong's hand and asked in confusion.

"Senior Brother, don't worry, I've come here to discuss something important with everyone!" Tie Xiong said softly.

The men were taken aback, then exchanged bewildered glances. The eldest disciple slowly nodded and said, "Come in and speak!"

Tie Xiong nodded, glanced at the group of people, and seeing that there were only six, asked, "Where is Junior Brother Chen?"

"He found some hard labor yesterday and went out of town. He has to work through the night and won't be back until tomorrow morning," someone replied.

Upon hearing this, Tie Xiong nodded slightly and followed the others into the inner room. He sat down on the dry grass, and someone brought an oil lamp to light it. The group then sat around it.

Only then could one see the appearance of these people clearly. They were all very burly, with a temperament somewhat similar to Tie Xiong, and their faces all exuded a resolute air.

At first glance, they have a military bearing, but upon closer inspection, there is a difference. Their sitting and lying postures are all cross-legged, which gives them a Taoist air.

However, judging from their tattered clothes and unkempt appearance, it was hard to associate them with the air of otherworldly immortals.

Of all the people, only Tie Xiong was dressed relatively neatly and was quite tidy.

"Senior brother, are you injured?" Before Tie Xiong could speak, the voice from the beam spoke first.

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze tightened, and they all looked at the back of Tie Xiong's hand resting on his knee. Sure enough, there were several bloodstains that had not yet scabbed over.

"Whip marks?" someone's voice turned cold.

It's clear that these people are experts; they recognized the injury at a glance.

"What happened?" the senior disciple asked again, his voice heavy.

Tie Xiong smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "You all know I work as a guard in the Prince's mansion..."