Dai Mubai, The Target of Public Outrage! Utterly Hypocritical!

As soon as these words were spoken.

The diners, who were still immersed in the music, instantly felt as if their throats were being choked.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at Dai Mubai as if he were a dead man.

Was this guy crazy?

In Chang'an City, on Li Xin's territory, he dared to say such a thing to Yang Guifei?

What did he take this peerlessly beautiful Yang Guifei for?

A mere common brothel girl?

On the high platform.

Yang Guifei slowly put down the pipa in her hands.

Her Peach Blossom Eyes, which were originally full of tender affection, instantly lost all warmth.

She wasn't angry, not even showing a trace of rage.

She simply looked quietly at the blond man below, who had a lewd grin on his face, her eyes filled with a pity and mockery akin to looking at an idiot.

It was like looking at a pile of stinking garbage.

Yang Guifei's red lips parted slightly, her voice clear, cold, and noble.

"Get out."

"You are not welcome here."

"Get out?"

Dai Mubai acted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

His mismatched Evil Eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

As a Prince of the Star Luo Empire, even though he was currently in exile, the arrogance ingrained in his bones had never diminished one bit.

In his opinion, there were only two kinds of women in this world.

One was usable, and the other was unusable.

Since Yang Guifei was showing herself in public like this, she was clearly a commodity with a price tag.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

"Snap!"

Dai Mubai snapped his fingers. The wisp of soul power that hadn't dissipated from his fingertips made the air hum.

He wasn't angered by Yang Guifei's dismissal. Instead, his smile grew even more unbridled.

"Interesting."

"I've traveled far and wide, and I've seen plenty of whores in places like Suotuo City who want to set up a memorial archway."

"But this is the first time I've seen someone like you, who refuses a compliment."

As Dai Mubai spoke, he very flippantly kicked at the scattered Gold Soul Coins on the ground with his toe.

The golden luster was particularly dazzling under the candlelight.

"What?"

"Think the money's too little?"

"A mere Performer who sells her songs, pretending to be a pure saintess."

"This money is enough to buy this dilapidated restaurant ten times over, and more than enough to buy you for one night."

His words were extremely harsh.

Every word was like a poisoned thorn, stabbing fiercely at the woman on the high platform.

However.

The scene of Yang Guifei being furious and ashamed, as he expected, did not appear.

Instead, the atmosphere in the main hall of Taibai Restaurant changed in an instant.

The diners, who had initially been somewhat fearful of Dai Mubai's identity as a Soul Master, now had ashen faces.

A suppressed rage spread rapidly through the crowd.

Who was Yang Guifei?

She was the true proprietress of Taibai Restaurant!

She usually lived a reclusive life, only coming out to play a tune when she was in the mood, or when they, the old neighbors, had begged her for a long time.

To the people of Chang'an City, Boss Yang's pipa music was celestial music that could cleanse the soul.

Everyone respected her, valued her, and no one had ever dared to have a single thought of blasphemy.

But now.

He was publicly humiliated like this by a yellow-haired kid who came out of nowhere?

If this is tolerable, then nothing is intolerable!

"Where did this madman come from!"

From the crowd, a middle-aged merchant in brocade robes slammed the table and stood up.

He pointed at Dai Mubai's nose, his beard trembling with anger.

"You're simply blind!"

"Boss Yang is the owner of this restaurant. She is willing to perform today out of consideration for us old customers!"

"You outsider, spewing nonsense, you're simply polluting everyone's ears!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like lighting the fuse of a gunpowder keg.

Diners around them stood up one after another, their angry gazes like sharp swords piercing Dai Mubai.

"That's 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 don't know manners!"

"Scram!"

"Get lost!"

Cursing voices rose one after another, the sound waves growing louder and louder.

The entire Taibai Restaurant seemed to have turned into a volcano on the verge of eruption.

The smile on Dai Mubai's face finally disappeared bit by bit.

In its place was a bone-chilling malevolence.

He, the dignified Evil Eyes White Tiger, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, when did it become the turn of a bunch of ants to lecture him?

It was one thing to be in Heaven Dou City.

But in Chang'an City, in this broken place that belonged to others, he had to endure this humiliation?

"A bunch of things that don't know their place."

Dai Mubai's voice was very light, but it carried a chilling killing intent.

The next moment.

Boom!

An incomparably powerful soul power fluctuation suddenly erupted from within him.

The phantom image of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation flashed and disappeared behind him.

He suddenly thrust out his right hand, fingers forming a claw, and with a piercing sound of wind breaking, he instantly seized the neck of the nearest middle-aged merchant.

That merchant was just an ordinary person, how could he react in time?

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and his entire body was lifted into the air.

"Uh... uh..."

The merchant's face turned the color of a pig's liver, his feet flailing powerlessly in the air, his hands desperately gripping Dai Mubai's wrist, but unable to budge it in the slightest.

The pain of suffocation made him roll his eyes.

The previously noisy lobby instantly fell into deathly still.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

This was a Soul Master.

To ordinary people, this was a God who held the power of life and death.

Dai Mubai held the merchant in one hand, his gaze chillingly sweeping around.

His eyes were like he was looking at a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Just now."

"Who told me to get lost?"

The corner of his mouth split open, revealing a row of bone-white teeth, which, coupled with his heterochromatic pupils, made him look like a ferocious beast ready to devour.

"Say it again for this young master to hear?"

The force in his hand gradually increased.

The merchant's throat made crisp cracking sounds, and it looked like his neck was about to be snapped.

At this critical moment.

In a private room on the second floor.

A man dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist, stood quietly by the window.

He stood tall and straight like a pine, his demeanor elegant and ethereal, a wine gourd in his hand.

It was the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, Li Bai.

He looked down at the scene unfolding below, his brow furrowed slightly.

In those eyes, always filled with a hint of drunkenness, there was now a trace of sharp, cold light.

Committing murder in Chang'an City, right under his nose.

This Dai Mubai truly had a death wish.

Li Bai turned, bowing slightly to the youth sitting in the main seat, who was drinking alone.

"My lord."

"There's a fly downstairs, disturbing your peace."

"Please allow me to excuse myself for a moment to handle a personal matter."

Li Xin, seated in the main seat, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He merely gently swirled the wine cup in his hand, watching the amber liquid within ripple.

His expression was utterly indifferent.

As if what was happening downstairs wasn't a tragedy on the verge of taking a life, but a boring farce.

"Go."

Two simple words, revealing no emotion.

But Li Bai knew, that was enough.

Having received permission, Li Bai's figure flickered, instantly turning into an afterimage and disappearing from his spot.