Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

The intrusion of more than a dozen women in palace attire was like pressing the "pause button," causing the atmosphere in the entire teahouse to freeze.

A group of tough guys, who had braved wind and rain, moved in perfect unison, staring intently at the vibrant scenery at the entrance.

For those who roam the martial world, nothing is more precious than beautiful women and fine wine.

With so many beauties arriving all at once, how could we not take the time to appreciate them?

One glance, two glances, three glances...

beauty? (✘)

Crazy! (✔)

Their gazes were all drawn back in unison. Even the usually carefree chivalrous hero lowered his head to look at the floor, and the brocade-clad young master, who had been talking loudly, shut his mouth.

In just a few breaths, the lively atmosphere in the teahouse vanished, replaced by a deathly silence.

She was a beautiful woman, but the clothes she wore sent a chill down one's spine.

A dozen or so women in palace attire, dressed in similar clothes made of brocade, were so uniform that it was easy to tell at a glance that they came from the same faction.

The only difference between their clothes is that the upper left corner of their garments is embroidered with flowers of different styles using silk threads of different colors.

Each flower represents its own identity.

The Hundred Flowers Manual, named after a hundred flowers, is the core of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. It is directly under the jurisdiction of the Marquis of Zhennan and is a renowned assassin organization in the Southern Frontier.

As a direct subordinate force of the Marquis of Zhennan, the Chunqiu Pavilion has only one hundred official members. It adopts a strategy of cultivating all elites and has a fearsome reputation in the martial arts world of the Southern Frontier.

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion was founded four hundred years ago. At that time, the Marquis of Zhennan carefully selected one hundred kinds of flowers that bloom in spring and autumn and named them accordingly, which formed the predecessor of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

Excluding its subordinate auxiliary departments, the Chunqiu Pavilion has a full staff of no more than one hundred people, each with their own nickname, and the entire staff is composed of women.

The one hundred direct disciples consist of fourteen Celestial Martial Saints and eighty-six Innate Grandmasters.

The process involves searching for talented women among the common people, bringing them back to the Bai family's training base for nurturing. It takes countless years and numerous bloody trials before a woman can finally become a member of the Hundred Flowers Register.

A life of poverty, brutal training, bloody missions...

Every member of the Hundred Flowers Spectrum is a ruthless killer, capable of unhesitatingly turning their blades on any target.

Elderly people, pregnant women, young children...

They show no mercy to anyone, no matter who they are killing.

Time and again, the bloody massacres made the reputation of Chunqiu Pavilion resound throughout the southern border, striking fear into the hearts of countless martial artists.

The flower names that should have been vibrant and beautiful in the Hundred Flowers Compendium have become associated with bloodshed over the long years.

In the twenty-nine prefectures of southern Xinjiang, people in the martial arts world prefer to use the term "poisonous woman of the Flower Pavilion" to refer to these assassins listed in the Hundred Flowers Manual.

In folklore, there are even stories of "the poisonous woman of the Flower Pavilion" who kills disobedient children.

His reputation was so bad that he stopped the child from crying.

Such a description is the best way to describe the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

Bai Xi was naturally aware of such an organization.

Before entering the martial world, Bai Xi disliked these killing machines that only knew how to carry out orders. Bai Xi once thought that forces like Chunqiu Pavilion and Baihua Spectrum should not exist in the world.

Two years later, Bai Xi still dislikes the organization, but she feels more sympathy and understanding for its members.

After two years of navigating the complexities of the martial arts world, Bai Xi is no longer the clueless young lady of the Bai family.

In the past two years, she has witnessed too much helplessness, become accustomed to filth, and become accustomed to tragedy.

Ultimately, the members of the Hundred Flowers Spectrum are just a group of unfortunate people who have no control over their own lives.

They were also abandoned people. The Bai family adopted and bought them, and instilled in them the idea of ​​obedience.

This is a group of people who treat the Bai family as their own, and their only goal in life is to complete the tasks assigned by the Bai family.

Bai Xi felt that she had no right to criticize such a group of people.

Besides now...

Heaven knows what Bai Xi is feeling right now.

A group of assassins swaggered in, then quickly ran to her side and bowed in unison under the watchful eyes of everyone in the teahouse.

"By order of the Marquis, the Hundred Flowers Manual has come here to protect the young lady on her way home!"

Whether it's awkwardness or having her identity discovered, Bai Xi felt she could endure it all.

These are all minor issues; ultimately, it was her own fault for running away from home in the first place.

only……

Seeing the four people codenamed Begonia, Peony, Peony, and Rose protecting her, they didn't hesitate to point their weapons at Mu Anshi across the table.

Bai Xi was completely dumbfounded.

No, how dare you...

Can't you think before you act? Do you even know who's sitting across from you? Someone who can command such respect and deference from you can't be an ordinary person!

At this moment, Bai Xi felt utterly exhausted. If she didn't have to worry about her image, she felt she could have spent the whole day cursing in the unique local language of southern Xinjiang.

She had finally managed to make a good impression on Mu An, and these idiots, they just arrived and already pulled this stunt...

This is just asking for trouble!

Without thinking twice, Bai Xi immediately wanted to kneel down and explain things to these fools, lest Mu An get angry and kill them on the spot.

If she were killed by someone else, she could avenge them, but if she died here, it would all have been for nothing.

Who knows, her shameless father might even shout "Good riddance!" and drag out the other members of the Hundred Flowers Chart to dance and entertain.

Ugh……

This world is terrible!

Just as Bai Xi was about to speak in despair, Mu An's voice resounded in her mind.

"Don't speak, just sit here. We can talk about it after we've seen the excitement."

……

"boom--"

As if in response to Mu An's words, just as he finished speaking, a loud bang, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the teahouse.

Before anyone could react, four beams of light made of flames, like four ferocious fire dragons, roared and attacked in different directions.

The three of them ran towards the direction where the old man, the woman, and the child were.

Another blast hurtled towards the top of the teahouse's entrance, striking the teahouse's bamboo structure with tremendous force.

In an instant, raging flames exploded inside the teahouse, engulfing it in a sea of ​​fire, like a blooming fire lotus.

The falling flames ignited the tables and chairs in the teahouse, making crackling sounds.

"This is no place to stay any longer, let's go!"

Without hesitation, the members of the Burning Fire Sect, who were seated near the door, rushed towards the gate the moment their elders made their move.

"boom--"

Another loud crash echoed as the door slammed against the building, shaking the entire teahouse violently.

Tiny glimmers of light rose from the surface of the teahouse. As the flames and thick fog dissipated, the door, which should have been engulfed by the raging fire, reappeared in everyone's sight.

The gate, which was usually dilapidated and creaky even in a strong wind, was now covered in silvery-white light and remained unmoved under the attack of the elders of the Burning Fire Sect.

"How is that possible! How could a door made of wood possibly block my blazing demonic flames!"

The horrifying scene caused everyone in the teahouse to stand at attention. The martial arts practitioners, recovering from their shock, reached for their weapons and quickly distanced themselves from the strangers.

The young master in brocade robes was the funniest. The moment the flames exploded, he crawled under the table, muttering to himself.

"May the gods protect us, may the bodhisattvas protect us..."

The senior sister of the Shu Yun Sect, who had previously had a cold expression as if she wanted to devour her junior sister, also changed her expression.

She immediately drew her long sword from the table and pulled her junior sister behind her with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"How can there be so many Celestial Martial Saints here... Xiaoyue, hide behind your senior sister and don't run around."

The illusory Dharma image rising from behind told everyone in the most direct way that this senior sister of the Shu Yun Sect was also a Celestial Martial Saint.