A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

As the elders died or fled, the best fighters were also killed, and the remaining fodder frantically fled, wishing they had more legs.

Lu Ming simply glanced at the warehouse, and the value of the goods was immediately clear to him.

Manager Huo arrived incredibly fast; no sooner had Sang San Niang left than he came running over, dragging his obese body and sweating profusely.

The one who killed the enemy with a single palm strike and a single sword strike was none other than the infamous elder of the Demonic Sect, whose ruthlessness was completely out of step with the style of the Huashan Sect.

Those who knew him would think he was a disciple of a prestigious family, but those who didn't would mistake him for the leader of a demonic sect. He was afraid he'd lose his head because of this scoundrel if he didn't run fast to show his loyalty.

"You handle the rest. Separate the medicinal herbs and poisons. Prepare the presentation of the items. I'll handle the distribution to the people below."

Lu Ming simply said that he didn't need to do the errands, otherwise why keep these people around?

"Don't worry, Master Lu, I will do as you say and make sure it's done perfectly."

Manager Huo wiped away his sweat, his voice trembling slightly. The corpses of the Demonic Sect outside had almost all been cut in half, which was enough to serve as a deterrent.

Under the threat of death, Manager Huo acted exceptionally quickly, and within an hour, he had even notified the government to clean up the area.

When the constables arrived at the scene, they were struck by the bloodshed. Every single one of them vomited, emptying their dinners from the previous night, their faces turning pale. One member of the Sun Moon Cult had left, and now this Fiend of Mount Hua had arrived—it was hard to say whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

With an expert's explanation, Lu Ming finally understood why sects liked to eradicate the demonic cult and why disciples from various sects were happy to help.

According to the rules of the trade, the basic fee for assisting in a fight is five taels of silver, with an additional five taels for injuries, regardless of severity. If the victim dies, an additional fifty taels are charged, and if a flag-bearer is beheaded, an additional ten taels are charged.

The monthly allowance for Huashan disciples is only a few coins, ten coins equal one tael. This time, a fight would earn five taels of silver, with additional pay for a good fight. Money makes the world go round, so the poorer sects were naturally in high spirits.

Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous are secondary; the key is money.

On the other hand, swords have no eyes; those without skills won't get the money and will instead lose their lives.

Next, the ceremony began to be distributed according to the number of people, and each person had to shout "Thank you, Master Lu of the Huashan Sect".

That's how fame comes about; one person says it, a hundred people say it, and it naturally spreads.

Lu Ming was busy until evening, and after the celebration banquet, he finally returned to the courtyard arranged by Manager Huo to rest.

I was just about to organize the entries I'd acquired that day when I sensed someone inside before I even entered the room—two men, no less.

Lu Ming's expression was strange. He was tense after the bloody battle and needed to relax. He could either go to a brothel or a gambling den.

Is Manager Huo out of his mind? Arranging two women is fine, but what's the meaning of arranging two men?

He opened the door and smiled, "Long time no see, Lu Xiaofeng."

The newcomers were Lu Xiaofeng and the man in white, who had been watching the entire battle.

The mud seal was broken, and the aroma of eighty-year-old Daughter Red wine filled the entire room. Only royalty and nobility could possess such a collection.

"Come on, congratulations on becoming famous throughout the martial arts world. Everyone knows that the Huashan Sect has produced a highly skilled disciple. Hehe, I didn't expect Yue Buqun to pass on the Zixia Divine Skill to you. From now on, shall we call you Young Master?"

Lu Ming picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. It was mellow and fragrant with no spiciness. Only after swallowing it did he feel a burning sensation spread throughout his body, which was warm and comfortable.

"Excellent wine!"

"It's just that my master appreciates me; I've never thought about becoming the sect leader. You're much more carefree this way. Introduce your friend to me?"

The man in white closed his folding fan, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, and said, "I am Chu Liuxiang, it is an honor to meet you, Master Lu."

It really is him! This version of Chu Liuxiang is so distinctive; if it were someone else, you'd have to wonder if it was Hua Manlou.

"Greetings, Master Thief! I've heard so much about you. Don't call me 'Great Hero,' just call me Lu Ming. Lu Xiaofeng bringing you here means he considers me a friend. Cheers to our new friend!"

"Okay, stop calling me 'Thief King' and just call me by my name."

As the saying goes, those who share similar tastes are called bosom friends. People who are compatible always feel like old friends at first sight, and their friendship can quickly grow stronger.

Four small dishes and a jar of fine wine were almost empty in no time.

Lu Ming felt warm all over his body. The aged Daughter's Red wine could accelerate the flow of internal energy, and he vaguely touched the threshold of the tenth level.

"Has the case been solved?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, quite displeased, and said, "No, that guy neither admitted it nor offered any explanation. His food, clothing, and daily necessities are all of royal value; it would be a miracle if he were clean."

"Who would have thought that the renowned number one constable in the land was actually a thief! Others can't do anything about him, and what's most infuriating is that I lost a bet with him!"

Chu Liuxiang opened his folding fan to dispel the smell of alcohol and laughed, "But I didn't lose, did I?"

The case Lu Xiaofeng mentioned was the Embroidered Thief. They knew who the murderer was, but without evidence, they couldn't arrest him.

Unless Jin Jiuling reveals it himself, this situation is almost impossible. Secretly enjoying it is one thing, but publicly revealing it and becoming a wanted criminal is just plain stupid.

Lu Ming wasn't curious about this matter. It was best not to get involved in matters of the imperial court and officialdom, as there was no benefit to it.

"So, you two came to see me for more than just drinks, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng clapped his hands, put one foot on the chair, and adopted the quintessential playboy demeanor: "Isn't it good to help you make a name for yourself in the martial arts world?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled without saying a word. He didn't want to trick anyone unless the other party was a bad person.

Lu Ming yawned and refused outright: "I don't want to. I still have to go to Baoding Prefecture. If you, a renowned martial arts master and a prince, can't handle this, I can't either."

"Besides, you all have your own girlfriends, but I don't. Once I finish the task assigned by my master, I can go back and get married to my senior sister. I don't have time to run around with you all."

"Don't let a well-fed man not know the hunger of a starving man; fame and fortune are not as good as a wife, children, and a warm bed."

Lu Xiaofeng grew anxious. The other person had been able to see through the essence of the Embroidered Thief case in a single sentence, so he must have some skill. In addition, they got along well, and he genuinely considered the other person a friend.

"No, your master Yue Buqun would definitely agree to this."

Chu Liuxiang, however, seemed to understand something, and his expression changed several times: "What prince? Lu Xiaofeng has such a background?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng looked suspicious. Was this referring to Chu Liuxiang?

Lu Ming's eyes darted around, he coughed lightly, picked up a wine jar and filled it for the two of them: "Isn't it enough that I say you two are like young masters from noble families? Come on, let's drink. After we finish, we'll all go home and find our own mothers. If you don't have any, go to a brothel and find a magnanimous woman to settle down with."

This was clearly a veiled message, and even the usually composed Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Lu Xiaofeng secretly reached out and pressed down on the other person with his Lingxi Finger, shaking his head slightly to indicate that he should not rush.

Chu Liuxiang was in turmoil. The other party must know his background, otherwise why would he reveal the words "crown prince" for no reason?

Once the jar of wine was empty, Lu Ming began to usher them out: "It's fate that brought us together from afar. Thank you both for the fine wine and hospitality. We'll drink again next time. Now it's time to go back and rest. I suppose you don't enjoy sleeping side-by-side with men!"

"Damn it, what do you take me for, Lu Xiaofeng! I'm a romantic playboy who likes women, not men. Old Xiang, don't you agree?"

"Ahem, then see you next time."

Since there's no rush, he'll find another opportunity to learn more later. Chu Liuxiang refused to believe that anything could stump him!