Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 97 Ye Gucheng Enters the Capital

Ximen Chuixue has disappeared?

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his temples, his head throbbing as if it were about to burst, a complete mess.

I've been living a life of debauchery and being completely drunk these past two days, and now that I've suddenly woken up, I haven't been able to react for a while, and my eyes are a bit glazed over.

Sikong Zhaixing chuckled and teased, "Hey Lu Xiaoji, did you drink yourself silly?"

Lu Xiaofeng waved his hand, his tone resolute: "I believe in Ximen Chuixue. When the time comes, he will definitely appear."

Sikong Zhaixing pouted: "But there are rumors going around that something happened to Ximen Chuixue, and that Ye Gucheng will definitely win this duel."

"You believe it?" Lu Xiaofeng asked back.

"Hahaha, of course I don't believe it."

Sikong Zhaixing scratched his head, smiling frankly, but his heart was pounding: I've staked everything on Ximen Chuixue. If something really happens to him, I'll starve. He absolutely cannot be in trouble!

Hua Manlou arrived only to pull Lu Xiaofeng out of his despondency. Seeing that he had finally regained some spirits, he immediately pressed his advantage and asked, "Lu Xiaofeng, what do you plan to do next?"

Lu Xiaofeng walked to the copper basin, scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. The icy touch instantly cleared his mind.

"I feel like this duel came too suddenly. I need to see someone; maybe I can find some clues from him."

Hua Manlou nodded: "Yes, then I'll go with you."

Lu Xiaofeng's expression was complicated as he refused, "No, I'll go alone."

Outside the gate of Yiqing Courtyard.

Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath, stepped inside, and said to the pimp who came to greet him, "I need to see Bai Li. Please inform him of my presence."

The pimp was also quite perceptive; he recognized the man's distinctive four eyebrows at a glance. Without daring to delay, he left a message saying, "Master Lu, please wait a moment," and hurried off to the backyard.

In the small courtyard, Bai Li leaned back in a recliner, her eyes full of admiration.

Xue Bing was practicing her sword dance in the courtyard. The young girl had a graceful waist and a beautiful figure. She wielded the long sword with fluid movements. Every kick, head lift, and spin outlined a delicate curve, making her so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

Ouyang Qing sat on a stone bench nearby, carefully peeling grapes for Bai Li, removing the skin and seeds, and then gently bringing them to his lips, her eyes full of tenderness.

Bai Li gave Grape a meaningful look, then raised his eyes and gave Ouyang Qing a raised eyebrow.

Ouyang Qing was incredibly clever; she instantly understood his filthy thoughts. Involuntarily, those ambiguous and suggestive scenes floated into her mind, and a blush quickly crept onto her face. She glared at him with her watery eyes.

That damned man, always wanting more than he has, never letting up for a moment.

Just then, the pimp's voice rang out from outside the courtyard: "Uncle Bai, it's Lu Xiaofeng, Uncle Lu. He says he has something important to discuss with you."

"Understood. Take him to Richun Pavilion. I'll be there in a bit."

"Alright." The pimp trotted off again.

Xue Bing immediately sheathed her sword and stepped forward gracefully, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Could it be that he came to find you because of me? Or should I go and talk to him and clear things up?"

Bai Li stood up, took Xue Bing's hand, gently stroking her shoulder with his thumb, and said softly, "Relax, Lu Xiaofeng isn't the kind of person who clings to someone relentlessly. He's probably here for Ximen Chuixue."

Xue Bing relaxed and her body softened. Noticing Bai Li's little actions, she lowered her head shyly, her snow-white neck flushed pink, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, making her look charming and endearing.

Bai Li, knowing when to stop, released his grip and called out to Ouyang Qing with a laugh, "I'll be right back." Then he strode forward.

After Bai Li left, Xue Bing slowly moved to the stool and sat down, not daring to look at Ouyang Qing even once.

Ouyang Qing was both amused and exasperated. She reached out, took the woman's hand, patted it, and said, "My dear Eighth Sister, it seems you still can't escape someone's clutches."

Xue Bing's head drooped even lower, her mind screaming: "Crazy, crazy, Xue Bing, you've really gone crazy..."

Richun Pavilion is one of the best private rooms in Yiqing Courtyard.

Open the window and you can take in the bustling scene of Que Street.

Bai Li pushed open the door and went in, then closed it behind him.

Lu Xiaofeng sat at the wooden table, looking somewhat dazed. Hearing the door open, he looked up.

When Lu Xiaofeng saw Bai Li again, his feelings were completely different. Before, he just thought Bai Li was arrogant and unruly, but now he both admired Bai Li's willful ways and wished he could poke eighteen holes in him.

The day Xue Bing looked for him, she only vaguely said that she had been staying with Ouyang Qing for a while.

The reason for changing the root cause is obvious. There's only one man in that place, Bai Li. It can't be that he fell in love with Ouyang Qing!

Bai Li touched his nose, only feeling awkward for a moment, before sitting down opposite Lu Xiaofeng with an air of nonchalance. He turned his head to look at Zhuque Street and said, "Ahem, what do you want from me?"

Lu Xiaofeng squinted, chuckling to himself. "You know you're embarrassed? You usually call me 'Little Chicken Lu' all the time, but you didn't call me that today. It seems you're really feeling guilty."

"Ximen Chuixue has disappeared."

Bai Li remained expressionless. "And then?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, then became somewhat exasperated: "You're not paying any attention to this duel at all?"

Bai Li turned his head and said casually, "How could that be? I bet a huge sum of money on Ximen Chuixue to win."

Lu Xiaofeng calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and had the answer he needed.

Bai Li is always acting strangely, but he always seems to have a premonition and can always grasp the truth of things in advance.

Since he dared to bet heavily on Ximen Chuixue to win, it at least means that Ximen Chuixue is safe at the moment.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of tea being drunk, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated, wanting to ask about Xue Bing's recent situation several times, but he swallowed the words back. He was a respectable man, and since Xue Bing had already made her choice, it would only make him seem inferior if he continued to pester her.

Bai Li saw Lu Xiaofeng's inner turmoil but was happy to play dumb, saying, "If you don't ask, I won't tell."

One, two, three, freeze!

"Wuhu—!!"

A burst of exclamations erupted on Suzaku Avenue, the sound waves overlapping, making it seem as if the people of Kyoto were carrying loudspeakers.

The crowd surged to the center of the street, stopping and surrounding the area.

Bai Li and Lu Xiaofeng looked up.

A procession appeared in the middle of Suzaku Avenue.

Two women in flowing white robes walked ahead, carrying bamboo baskets and scattering flower petals as they went. The pink petals were swept up by the breeze and danced in the air.

Behind them were four women dressed in white, carrying a bridal sedan chair on their shoulders. The sedan chair was surrounded by a variety of colorful flowers, and the curtains were embroidered with white dragon and cloud patterns, making it both luxurious and majestic.

All six women were stunning beauties, with delicate faces, graceful figures, and light steps; it was clear at a glance that they were skilled in martial arts.

"It's Ye Gucheng, Lord Ye's bridal sedan chair."

"Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng."

"Sword Immortal, look at me, look at me!"

Bai Li smiled faintly and looked at Lu Xiaofeng: "Lu Xiaoji, Ye Gucheng has arrived. Aren't you worried about Ximen Chuixue?"

Lu Xiaofeng withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "You've invested a huge sum and you're not in a hurry, so why should I, who haven't spent a penny, be in a rush?"

"Hehe!" Bai Li smiled without saying a word, "Keep pretending."

On the city gate tower, Shangguan Haitang, dressed in a moon-white outfit, looked at the grand spectacle below and muttered, "This show of force is even better than my master's. No wonder he's a senior in the art of putting on airs."

On Zhuque Avenue, the crowd was in an uproar.

A discordant, furious shout suddenly rang out—"Ye Gucheng, you injured my eldest brother and second brother, you'll pay with your life!"

Tang Tianrong leaped three zhang from the crowd, soaring into the air and spinning rapidly, his hidden weapons raining down on the bridal sedan chair like a shower of flowers.

Puff puff puff puff!

The sound of a series of hidden weapons piercing flesh was extremely jarring.

The six stunningly beautiful women had barely touched the hilts of their swords when they were struck by hidden weapons, collapsing to the ground with bruises on their faces. Their delicate bodies twitched a few times before they were lifeless.

With a dull thud, the bridal sedan chair lost its support and crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Before the bridal sedan chair landed, thousands of sword lights burst forth from it, flowing and swirling like countless rainbows, brilliant and swift.

Tang Tianrong's eyes were resolute, knowing that she had no chance of dodging this sword.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed a burst of dark light with his right hand. The scattered poisonous sand collided with the sword light, producing a sizzling sound.

puff!

Tang Tianrong fell from the sky and lay on the ground, his right poison canister tumbling about. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely shocked. He weakly said, "Impossible, how could my... Tang Clan's... Soul-Chasing Sand... be... blocked by someone?"

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He breathed his last after speaking.