Damn it, wasnât this guy crippled?
How come his movements are so fast?
Seeing Luo Faqingâs stern face, Sha Lifei couldnât help but curse inwardly, while also feeling a vague sense of worry.
Even the "Horse Tie" trick had been seen through; those methods of deceiving people to escape probably wouldnât work anymore.
The key issue was, they still didnât know what had happened.
Hearing Landlord Duâs inquiry, Wang Daoxuan quickly glanced at Li Yan, only to see the latter with his eyes slightly closed and his head bowed, seemingly as if asleep.
Even if a Daoistâs Qi Cultivation Technique was strong, he couldnât help but panic inside, stroking his beard and frowning as he said, "Landlord Du, there are some situations that we still need to understand further."
"Ha ha ha..."
Luo Faqing sneered, "Without understanding the situation, you dare to show up and boast with pugilistic tricks."
"The face of the Mystical Sect has been completely lost by people like you!"
Sha Lifei, not one to lose in a war of words, immediately retorted with sarcasm, "Oh, isnât this Daoist Luo from the other night, whatâs the matter, youâve forgotten about losing the duel to us just recently?"
"Who exactly is the one being boastful here?"
"How dare you!"
Luo Faqing instantly flew into a rage, slamming his hand on the chairâs armrest, "What are you things anyway, the lowest of the low, donât think just because Shen Sanyouâs backing you up, I wouldnât dare to take you down!"
Provoked by the otherâs murderous intent, Sha Lifei felt apprehensive inside, but still bit his teeth, preparing to retort.
He understood that Luo Faqing was doing this deliberately. If they were scared off today, it would spread throughout Changâan Mystical Sect tomorrow.
Changâan had a Law Enforcement Hall; in broad daylight, even if from the Magic Veins of Shang Mountain, one would not act so recklessly.
Just at that moment, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes, intercepted Sha Lifei with one hand, and looked calmly at Luo Faqing, "Daoist Luo should also refrain from stirring up trouble with words here, instigating discord."
"Acting petty and lowly yourself when lacking the ability to solve problems, that is the real lowest of the low!"
"Heh, quite the big talk!"
Luo Faqing laughed scornfully, "You, a greenhorn barely in the door, what do you know? Fine, go ahead and tell me, how should this matter be handled?"
"Alas, difficult..."
Li Yan sighed, turned his head toward Wang Daoxuan, "Daoist, you noticed the corruption of the Dissolution on the way here, why didnât you simply speak out directly?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Faqing and Landlord Du both changed their expressions.
Wang Daoxuan, well-versed in Fengshui and Disaster Exorcism Technique, had sought Dao for many years, understood some things from other Mystical Sect Daos, but just struggled with insufficient Divine Skills; like a blind man feeling an elephant, often making mistakes.
Tipped off by Li Yan and combining it with something he had heard before, he had a guess, felt bitter inside, but kept a steady face without batting an eye, sighed, and shook his head, "Alas, itâs not that I wanted to hide it."
"Daoist Luo here speaks the truth, our powers are indeed insufficient, and we indeed canât handle this, so weâll take our leave now."
Speaking these words meant retreating.
Although confused, Li Yan didnât object.
Wang Daoxuan plainly admitted defeat, ready to retract his words, indicating the situation here was indeed tough, and leaving early would be wise.
"Wait a moment!"
Just then, Landlord Du suddenly stood up, cupped his hands, and gave a deep bow, "Gentlemen, I didnât realize I was in the presence of Taishan and ask for your forgiveness."
Wang Daoxuan shook his head, "Landlord Du, itâs not that weâre putting on airs; this matter truly cannot be done."
"I understand."
Landlord Du exhaled deeply, "But it concerns my family memberâs lives; please consider staying a few more days to think of a solution. Regardless of the outcome, there will be a generous reward, and it wonât be a waste of your efforts."
"Steward Wang, clean up Young Master He Chongâs courtyard for the gentlemen to stay in, and make sure they are treated well..."
"Yes, sir."
Steward Wang, seeing that Li Yan and the others had real abilities, also breathed a sigh of relief, full of flattery as he said, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
Saying so, he gave Zhao Jiu a meaningful look.
Zhao Jiu also persuaded, "Young Hero Li, seeing as itâs getting late, why not settle down here first?"
With the conversation reaching this point, Li Yan and the two others couldnât really object, and followed Steward Wang as they left the main hall.
Next to them, Luo Faqingâs face had already turned unsightly; as soon as the others left, he spoke to Landlord Du, "These people indeed have mediocre abilities, without the support of Magic Veins Ancestor Altar, side door arts, their Dao canât be more than two floors..."
"I am aware."
Landlord Du directly cut him off, saying with a sigh, "They could see the problem at a glance, they must have some abilities. Iâm in a desperate situation and can only hope for a miracle."
"Moreover, Daoist Luo need not hold back, if Mr. Yue had a solution, why would he hide and not show up, sending you to handle it?"
"This..."
Luo Faqingâs face turned red, speechless.
...
"Gentlemen, itâs just up ahead!"
Steward Wang eagerly led the way with a face full of flattery, "Thatâs Young Master He Chongâs courtyard; heâs often at sea all year round, and the master worries about him greatly."
"This courtyard is also frequently cleaned; the master truly respects you gentlemen..."
He chattered on and on, but Li Yan and the others didnât pay much attention.
If they hadnât seen something strange and were being sought after, itâs likely that Landlord Du would have already tried to show them a hard time by now.
"Ah, gentlemen."
Zhao Jiu, the brokerâs disciple who had been following, suddenly spoke up with a face full of apology, "I have an uncle thrice removed here, and itâs rare for them to visit; I must stop by and see the elderly, so I will take my leave now."
After saying so, he gave a cupped fist salute and turned to leave.
Although he didnât know what had happened, he was adept at sensing the mood and had already sensed danger, thus deciding to leave early.
Sha Lifei cursed under his breath but didnât bother to pay attention.
This is how most of the old pugilists were, always ready to take advantage of a situation, to offer respects to the mighty and to hide from danger.
Steward Wang pretended not to see, leading the three of them into the courtyard.