The waiter left with a desolate look on his face, heartbroken.
"Brother, may I ask your surname?"
Wang Shu walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked.
The waiter froze. When he turned and saw Wang Shu, he recognized him as the wealthy, generous guest from earlier. He immediately put away his bitter expression and forced a smile.
"My surname is Bai Yu Feng!"
"A fine name. Graceful as jade, elegant as the wind—you certainly live up to it. My name is Wang Shu."
Wang Shu cupped his hands in greeting before continuing.
"Brother Bai, I can see that you are quite skilled. Why humble yourself by staying in such a small place?"
"Skilled? I'm just a nobody!" Bai Yu Feng's expression suddenly changed, though he quickly smiled again.
"I've always been a good judge of people. Brother Bai, you're here because of the innkeeper, aren't you? She truly is a rare beauty," Wang Shu said.
"...What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, don't get any ideas about our innkeeper," Bai Yu Feng said.
"Ahem. A gentleman does not steal another man's love! Brother Bai, take my advice. If you love her, be brave and go for it. You can't keep simping like this forever, or in the end, you'll have nothing," Wang Shu said.
"I'm afraid she'll beat me to death!" Bai Yu Feng was tempted by the suggestion, but then abruptly added that.
"Oh, right. That man is already passed out drunk." Wang Shu pointed at the table in the corner.
Bai Yu Feng looked over and saw that the lecherous fellow had indeed collapsed over the table, dead drunk.
Meanwhile, the innkeeper he loved still wore a lovestruck expression. He could not help sighing, but the next moment, determination filled his face.
He, Bai Yu Feng, had flowing long hair and a dashing demeanor. In the Jianghu, he was known as the White Dragon of the Waves, the White-Clothed Love Saint!
How could he possibly lose to some snot-nosed brat? Hmph!
Wang Shu's group left Tongfu Inn and gradually moved farther away from that legendary little town.
However, there was now one more person in the group: a white-haired man!
"Hey, this pretty boy looks frail. Why is he so damn heavy?"
Li Xingyun carried the white-haired man on his back, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He felt as though his body had been drained.
"Yeah, Eldest Senior Brother, why are we bringing someone like him along?"
Lu Linxuan asked. Looking at the drunk's state, she inexplicably felt that something was off.
"Come to think of it, I knew his father," Wang Shu said.
This white-haired man was naturally Zhang Zifan, the miserable second male lead from the original story!
From his clothes, his drunken behavior, and a few other traits, Wang Shu had recognized him at a glance.
"Come to think of it, Chi Meng, you knew his father too," Wang Shu said.
"How would I know his father? I've never even left Miao Territory."
Chi Meng looked utterly serious. Her round little face was adorable, and she radiated lively spirit.
"Eight years ago, in Stone Village—the old Daoist who shot lightning from his hands!" Wang Shu reminded her.
"Eight years ago?"
A thoughtful expression appeared on Chi Meng's pretty face. Her bright eyes shifted about, then suddenly lit up as she cried out.
"I remember now! He was that Daoist who kept telling fortunes for all the aunties in the street."
"..." Lu Linxuan inwardly grumbled. Was this what they meant by like father, like son?
The group chatted as they traveled and soon reached a small river, where they prepared to rest.
Li Xingyun set Zhang Zifan down, dropped onto Shi Tou, wiped away his sweat, and gulped in air.
"How is this guy still so deeply drunk?" Lu Linxuan walked over and frowned at Zhang Zifan.
"Wifey!"
Suddenly, the drunken Zhang Zifan moved. He stretched out his arms and hugged Lu Linxuan's lower leg, rubbing against it desperately like a mangy dog.
"Ah!"
Lu Linxuan screamed and swung her hand back, slapping Zhang Zifan flying more than eighty feet away.
"Ah! This hooligan actually dared bully my junior sister!" Li Xingyun rushed over and fiercely kicked Zhang Zifan several times.
But as he kicked and kicked, Li Xingyun suddenly realized that the man had vanished.
Lu Linxuan was about to move away when she discovered that her leg had been hugged again. She reacted instinctively and slapped Zhang Zifan flying once more.
"Fuck, this hooligan is a beast! Even I, Old Li, have never touched Junior Sister's leg, yet he touched it twice."
Li Xingyun was both jealous and furious! Somehow, he found a rope, dragged Zhang Zifan to a thick, towering tree, and tied him tightly to it.
"Let's see if you dare move around again!" Li Xingyun said bitterly.
"This white-haired big brother is so bad!" Chi Meng hid fearfully behind Wang Shu.
"Hmph!" Lu Linxuan was both angry and embarrassed. She wanted nothing more than to chop off that lecher's claws with her sword.
But seeing that he was drunk, her heart softened, and she let the matter go.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you have to stand up for me!"
Lu Linxuan walked over with the coquettish manner of a young girl.
"Mhm, all right."
Wang Shu agreed, then walked over to Zhang Zifan. He raised a hand toward the river some distance away.
The river water was drawn by his gesture. Droplets flew into the air, gathering into a massive ball of water. With a flick, he hurled it at Zhang Zifan.
"Whoa, drawing objects through the air? Eldest Senior Brother is way too strong!"
Li Xingyun's pupils contracted slightly. By his estimate, Wang Shu stood at least three hundred feet from the river.
From such a distance, Wang Shu had used his inner power to draw up the water, gather it together, and then hurl it out.
Even in the present age, few people could likely match such inner power!
"Wow! Shu Gege is amazing!" Chi Meng's eyes were full of little stars as she gazed at him in worship.
"So amazing!" Lu Linxuan was too stunned for words. Only now did she understand just how outstanding her eldest senior brother was.
Compared to him, the little martial arts Li Xingyun had been keeping hidden were simply pathetic.
"Ah!"
It was already autumn, and the river water was still icy cold and refreshing. Especially when such a huge water ball burst apart, countless droplets rained down on Zhang Zifan, soaking him through in an instant.
The hazy drunkenness was completely dispelled by the piercing cold droplets!
Zhang Zifan jolted awake as if from a dream. Terror filled his eyes as he anxiously looked around, then glanced at the ropes around him with a wary expression.
"Who are you people? Ah-choo."
"You damn hooligan, don't you remember the filthy things you did just now?" Li Xingyun jumped over and angrily pointed at Zhang Zifan.
"Filthy things?"
Zhang Zifan looked confused. His head was a complete mess, and he hurriedly tried to remember.
It seemed that after secretly leaving Tongwen Pavilion, he had gone drinking at a tavern. Then he had blacked out, with no memory of anything after that.
"Brother, I cannot remember what happened. If I offended you in any way, please forgive me."
Zhang Zifan spoke and behaved with perfect courtesy, completely unlike his drunken self.
"Hmph, you didn't offend me. You offended my junior sister. Look at her, an unmarried young lady, and you, a filthy hooligan devoid of morals, actually bullied her. You figure out what to do."
Li Xingyun's meaning was obvious: he intended to extort Zhang Zifan.
"Your junior sister?"
Zhang Zifan was even more confused. Then his gaze shifted, and he saw Lu Linxuan standing gracefully behind them.
In an instant, a captivated look appeared in his eyes, and he marveled inwardly.
What a beautiful girl!
"Hmph!" Seeing Zhang Zifan's lecherous, infatuated gaze, Lu Linxuan could not help gripping the hilt of her sword.
"Brother, if I truly did something to wrong your junior sister, I am willing to take responsibility. From now on, I will devote myself to treating only her well," Zhang Zifan said.
"??" Li Xingyun's face darkened, his expression turning grim.
The air fell silent for two seconds!
As the saying went, one either erupted in silence or died in silence!
"Fuck, you bastard! You actually dare set your sights on my junior sister? I'll fight you to the death!"
With a furious roar, Li Xingyun drove his iron fists forward!
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