The moment those words left his mouth.
The diners who had been immersed in the music felt as though someone had clamped a hand around their throats.
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Dai Mubai as if he were already dead.
Was this man insane?
In Chang'an City, on Li Xin's turf, he actually dared say something like that to Yang Guifei?
What did he take this beauty Yang Guifei for?
Some lowly brothel woman?
On the high stage.
Yang Guifei slowly set down the pipa in her hands.
The peach blossom eyes that had once brimmed with tenderness instantly turned cold.
She was not angry. There was not even the slightest trace of rage on her face.
She merely looked quietly at the blond-haired man below, his face twisted in a lecherous grin, her gaze filled with pity and mockery as though she were looking at an idiot.
As if she were looking at a pile of foul-smelling garbage.
Yang Guifei parted her red lips, her voice cool and noble.
"Get out."
"You are not welcome here."
"Get out?"
Dai Mubai seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world.
His mismatched evil eyes narrowed slightly, his expression brimming with ridicule and disdain.
As a Prince of the Star Luo Empire, even though he was now living in exile, the arrogance ingrained in his bones had never faded in the slightest.
In his eyes, there were only two kinds of women in this world.
Those who could be used, and those who could not.
Since Yang Guifei had shown herself in public like this, she was merchandise with a clearly marked price.
What was she pretending to be so pure and lofty for?
Smack!
Dai Mubai raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The lingering Soul Power at his fingertips made the air hum.
Rather than becoming angry at Yang Guifei's expulsion, he laughed even more wildly.
"Interesting."
"This Young Master has traveled far and wide. Even in places like Suotuo City, I have seen plenty of bitches who wanted to set up a shrine to their own chastity."
"But this is the first time I have met someone like you, who refuses a favor when it is offered."
As he spoke, Dai Mubai frivolously nudged the scattered Gold Soul Coins on the floor with the tip of his shoe.
Their gleaming golden light was especially dazzling beneath the candlelight.
"What?"
"You think it is not enough?"
"A performer who sings for money, yet you dare pretend to be some pure and holy saint?"
"This money is enough to buy your shabby restaurant ten times over. Buying you for one night would be more than enough."
His words were venomously cruel.
Every sentence was like a thorn coated in poison, viciously stabbing at the woman on the stage.
Yet.
The scene of Yang Guifei collapsing in shame and fury never appeared.
Instead, the atmosphere in Taibai Restaurant's hall changed in an instant.
The diners who had previously feared Dai Mubai because of his identity as a Soul Master now had grim expressions on their faces.
A suppressed rage spread rapidly through the crowd.
Who was Yang Guifei?
She was the true owner of Taibai Restaurant!
Usually, she kept to herself. Only when she was in the mood, or when Old Neighbors like them had jointly begged her for a long time, would she come out to play a tune.
To the people of Chang'an City, Boss Yang's pipa music was heavenly music that could cleanse the soul.
Everyone respected her and held her in high regard. No one had ever dared harbor even the slightest disrespectful thought toward her.
But now.
She had actually been publicly humiliated to such an extent by some yellow-haired kid who had appeared out of nowhere?
If this could be tolerated, what could not?
"Where did this madman come from?"
A middle-aged merchant in a brocade robe suddenly slammed his palm against the table and rose to his feet.
He pointed at Dai Mubai's nose, his beard trembling with fury.
"You are utterly blind!"
"Boss Yang is the owner of this restaurant. She agreed to perform today only out of consideration for us regular customers!"
"You outsider, spewing filth from that mouth of yours, are simply fouling everyone's ears!"
The moment he spoke, it was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.
The diners around them all rose to their feet, angry gazes piercing Dai Mubai like sharp swords.
"That is right! Is Boss Yang someone you can insult?"
"Take your stinking money and get out!"
"Chang'an City does not welcome Barbarians like you who know nothing of manners!"
"Get out!"
"Get out now!"
Angry curses rose one after another, each wave louder than the last.
At that moment, Taibai Restaurant seemed like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The smile on Dai Mubai's face finally faded bit by bit.
It was replaced by a bone-chillingly sinister expression.
When had he, the Evil Eyes White Tiger and eldest of the Shrek Seven Devils, ever been lectured by a group of ants?
It was one thing in Heaven Dou City.
But here in Chang'an City, this shabby place that belonged to someone else, he still had to swallow this humiliation?
"A bunch of fools who do not know whether they are alive or dead."
Dai Mubai's voice was soft, yet it carried a killing intent that made one's scalp tingle.
The next moment.
Boom!
A terrifyingly powerful wave of Soul Power suddenly erupted from within him.
The phantom of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation flickered behind him before vanishing.
He suddenly thrust out his right hand, his five fingers curled into a claw. With a shrill sound of tearing wind, he instantly seized the throat of the nearby middle-aged merchant.
The merchant was only an ordinary man. How could he possibly react in time?
He merely felt his vision blur, and the next moment, his entire body had already been lifted into the air.
"Urgh... urgh..."
The merchant's face turned the color of liver. His feet kicked helplessly through the air, and both hands desperately clutched Dai Mubai's wrist, yet he could not move it in the slightest.
The agony of suffocation made his eyes roll back.
The previously noisy hall instantly fell into deathly stillness.
Everyone was terrified senseless by the sudden turn of events.
This was a Soul Master.
To ordinary people, they were Gods who held the power of life and death.
Dai Mubai held the merchant aloft with one hand, his cold gaze sweeping across the room.
His eyes were like those of a butcher looking at lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Just now."
"Who told me to get out?"
The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a row of stark white teeth. Combined with his mismatched pupils, he looked like a savage beast ready to devour someone.
"Say it again for This Young Master to hear?"
The strength in his hand gradually increased.
A crisp cracking sound came from the merchant's throat. His neck was about to be crushed alive.
At that critical moment.
In a private room on the second floor.
A man dressed in white, a longsword hanging at his waist, stood quietly by the window.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with the elegant bearing of an immortal. He held a Wine Gourd in one hand.
He was none other than the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, Li Bai.
Looking down at the scene below, he frowned slightly.
A cold light now appeared in those eyes that usually carried a drunken haze.
Committing murder in Chang'an City, right under his nose.
Dai Mubai truly had grown tired of living.
Li Bai turned around and bowed slightly toward the youth seated in the seat of honor, drinking alone.
"My lord."
"There is a fly downstairs disturbing your peace."
"Please excuse me for a moment while I attend to a personal matter."
Li Xin, seated in the seat of honor, did not even raise his eyelids.
He merely gently swirled the wine cup in his hand, watching ripples spread across the amber liquid within.
His expression was indifferent to the extreme.
It was as though the tragedy below, which was about to claim a life, was not a disaster at all, but merely a boring farce.
"Go."
Just two simple words, with no hint of joy or anger.
But Li Bai knew that was enough.
Having received permission, Li Bai's figure flickered, instantly turning into an afterimage and disappearing from the spot.
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