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The eleventh of April: bath, clog the hole, hunt, set a net, harvest fish, sweep house. Avoid: blessing and burial.

Tang Luo, as usual, went to Star Pavilion for training. As soon as he entered the mam gate, he saw Hua Ji with tears streaming down his face.

Young Master.

Hmm?

Boss Tu is dead.

Tang Luo was stunned. Just yesterday, he had given him money to go to Tianxiang Building to redeem someone; he couldnt believe the news of his death today. He asked incredulously, How did he die?

According to the steward of Tianxiang Building, he was killed by the guard of Master Shen.

Go to Tianxiang Building. Tang Luos face was filled with menace.

Fan Qing had been waiting in the backyard early. In the center was a body covered with a white cloth, and a number of girls would peek down from the building from time to time.

All the relevant people from last night gathered in the backyard There were eunuchs, servants, and guards. An empty chair was waiting for someone.

The backyard of Tianxiang Building echoed with the sound of footsteps. Tang Luo arrived.                                     ⁶

Greetings, elder. I am Fan Qing, the steward of Tianxiang Building. Fan Qing bowed to Tang Luo, his heart growing heavier with bitterness.

He had thought that this elder was an old man, but who would have thought he was a young man.

Tang Luo ignored Fan Qings courtesy and walked straight to the center of the backyard. He unveiled the white silk.

The muscular Tu Tongs face had lost all its color. His two arms were broken, his chest deeply caved in, and the formerly strong martial artist had turned into a cold corpse.

After covering the body with the white silk again, Tang Luo sat down without ceremony in the backyards sole chair.

His face was grim, his heart burning with anger, his voice filled with uncontrollable fury: Who can tell me, what the hell is going on here.

Fan Qings face soured. He knew the youngster would be angry, but didnt think he would be so blunt. As the host of Tianxiang Building last night, he had no choice but to step forward and explain: Sir, yesterday, this martial artist came to our Tianxiang building to redeem someone, and he happened to run into a page of Master Shens. I dont know what went wrong, but this martial artist rushed at them like a madman

Fan Qing didnt know what else to say. He glanced at Tang Luos face, gritted his teeth, and continued: Seeing that this martial artist was intending to attack, he killed him on the spot. The guards couldnt stop it in time. This martial artist, do you recognize him? Tang Luo asked coldly. His face was devoid of any expression, like an icy sculpture.

Fan Qing broke out in a cold sweat, trembling as he answered: Yes, this is Mr.

Tu, a regular guest of Tianxiang Building.

Do you know who he came for?

For for Miss Su Mei.

Bang! Tang Luo hit the armrest of the chair, his intense eyes zeroing in on Fan Qing.

The fierce-looking youth glared at the steward of Tianxiang Building and asked word for word: So why do you keep referring to him as this martial artist? Are you trying to disassociate yourself from him, or are you trying to deceive me?

The aura of a warrior from the Mortal Realm rushed towards Fan Qings pale face, filling the entire backyard with a deathly silence.

While Tang Luos aura wasnt particularly intimidating, the fact that it belonged to a young man made it all the more daunting.

Fan Qing was so frightened that he knelt down at once. As a steward in conflict with the clan elder, he imagined all kinds of cruel punishments. He felt his life was in the hands of the young clan elder before him. Thinking of his wife and children, he felt dizzy and began to explain in a fluster:

Its a misunderstanding, sir. I wouldnt dare deceive an elder.

It indeed was Mr. Tu who landed the first blow. The guards on duty at noon yesterday were all present, and you can check with them.

-Mr. Tu didnt last long against them-it took just a few breaths for them to kill him. We couldnt save him in time. Please investigate this thoroughly, sir. Tang Luo closed his eyes and took deep breaths as a surge of anger swelled within his chest.

Tu Tong, who was the sitting hall of Star Pavilion, had been conscientious for half a year, guarding the Pavilion day and night like a steady anchor. Just going to redeem someone, he ended up killed as a powerhouse in the Sitting Hall Realm. This was not only his loss, but also that of the Martial Hall.

The most painful thing was that since Tu Tong had taken the first initiative, even if he wanted revenge, the cause would not be justifiable.

Stand up. Tang Luo said in a worn-out manner, and went back to sit in the chair.

Was the person they called the page the one Tu Tong was trying to redeem?

Yes, sir.

Where is she now?

She left the building at noon yesterday, came back in the early evening, and has been resting in her room since then.

Tang Luo coldly asked: When Tu Tong was killed, was she there?

Fan Qing turned to look at a guard. After a brief nod from the guard, he answered: Yes, she was.

What a fool. Tang Luo cursed.

Love at mutual consent, set for life. Its all bullshit!

Watching her lover killed right before her eyes, she could still calmly go out and meet her clients, then return as if nothing had happened and rest in her room.

Your death wasnt worth it, old Tu. Tang Luo covered his face, the anger in his chest surging even more intensely.

Bring her here.

Fan Qing immediately signaled the brothel Madam to bring the woman over.

In a short while, a captivating beauty appeared, dressed in a thin pink veil, her figure exaggeratedly slender and curvaceous. Her clothes barely managed to cover her buttocks, revealing a tantalizing play of light and shadow between her legs.

But the most alluring part was her pair of beautiful legs, long and smooth, even longer than her upper body. She moved with provocative steps, her skirt swaying side to side intermittently, revealing her enticing white legs.

When she arrived where Tang Luo was sat, she raised her hand to her chest bent her knee and bowed her head.

Im Su Mei. Greetings elder, may Sir have peace. Su Meis voice was as soft as a young girls, causing anyone who heard it to pity her.

With the arrival of the beauty, a few of the guards who were supposed to keep their eyes down couldnt help but steal glances at her, reflecting her allure.

But as Su Mei stood before him, Tang Luos face rigid in expression, he commanded coldly: Kneel.

The unexpected rebuke caused Su Mei to pause in surprise, but Fan Qings look let her know that the elders command could not be disobeyed.

With her shoulders trembling slightly, the sight alone was enough to send a

rush of desire coursing through any man.

And yet Tang Luo merely propped up his face with his hand, gazing coldly at the woman before his eyes.

Beautiful? Of course. Look at the guards eyes and youll understand. If it werent for him being present, they would probably want to lift up her skirt right now.

But this sexy and beautiful woman not only didnt bring a bit of joy to Tang

Luos eyes. Instead, it brought an overwhelming sense of coldness.

Lying in the backyard was a man, who even if not her sweetheart, was someone who loved her deeply. He was dead, his body not yet cold.bender

And she hadnt even glanced at his body..