Let go of that auntie!

Only after finishing his preparations did Tian Hao enter Fleeting Years with Lao Denuo.

As soon as they entered, they saw a stunning woman in a bright red dress dancing gracefully. Holding a length of silk hanging from the ceiling, she swayed her exquisite figure like a female ghost... no, like a fairy.

"Second senior brother, she's using a lightness skill, isn't she?"

After finding a spot and watching for a while, Tian Hao suddenly spoke.

"It is indeed a lightness technique, and she definitely has some internal force. For a brothel to invest so heavily in teaching someone a lightness skill, the power behind it must be considerable."

Lao Denuo voiced his praise, likewise captivated by the graceful dancing onstage.

Though he was not so entranced that his soul surrendered to her beauty, a dance incorporating a lightness skill was certainly eye-catching.

Could she really be Aunt Dongfang? But she doesn't look like the one in the TV series!

Watching that lovely figure onstage just as intently, Tian Hao felt puzzled.

This scene was much like the one in that adaptation of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, but this Dongfang Bubai looked nothing like the actress in the show.

The Aunt Dongfang before him was tall, a good bit taller than the average grown man. He estimated that she stood around a hundred and seventy-five centimeters.

Her features were also striking and heroic, with the air of a woman who yielded nothing to any man.

Most importantly, he could not understand why Aunt Dongfang would display her dancing to others in a brothel like this. Given her status and strength, it was truly baffling.

When he watched that adaptation in his previous life, it had not mattered. He had not needed to bring his brain along to watch it, after all. But things were different in this real world.

One thing was certain, however: if she really was Aunt Dongfang, she must have come for their Mount Hua Sect.

Surely she had not traveled a thousand miles just to put on a touring performance?

When the beautiful, spellbinding dance ended, Dongfang Bubai swung through the air on the silk hanging from the ceiling, seemingly choosing someone. Eventually, she selected a handsome young man.

"Young hero, would you have time to share a drink with me?"

Dongfang Bubai parted her crimson lips and invited the young man.

"Well, well! Brother Linghu, fortune's smiling on you."

The White-Clad Burly Man sitting at the same table laughed heartily and gave him a look any man would understand.

The young man seemed stunned by this turn of events, but soon recovered. Licking his lips, he asked, "Do you have good wine?"

"Of course. The finest wine in the entire city."

Seeing his interest, Dongfang Bubai's smile deepened.

"Wonderful! Brother Bai, next time we meet, I'll treat you to a drink.

"Lead the way, miss. But let's be clear-you're treating me. I don't have that much money for wine."

Even more tempted, the young man hurriedly said goodbye to the White-Clad Burly Man at his table, then felt the money pouch at his waist and made his position clear beforehand.

He did not want to end up being beaten out of the place because he could not pay for his wine.

"You certainly know how to joke, young hero. But since I invited you, naturally I won't make you pay."

Pressing her lips together in a soft laugh, Dongfang Bubai caught the young man's wrist and tugged on the silk, preparing to fly upstairs. Everyone around them cast looks of envy, jealousy, and resentment their way.

But just then, a thunderous roar suddenly rang out.

"Let go of that auntie! Let me!"

A tall, powerfully built young man quickly pushed through the crowd, grabbed the young man's shoulder, and held him back.

"You!"

The handsome young man turned around, and his expression changed when he saw who had come.

Smack!

The burly young man slapped him, seized his collar, and unleashed a torrent of abuse. "Linghu Chong, how can you come to a place like this and face our junior sister's devotion to you? Our master's wife even wanted to marry her to you! Is this how you repay our master and his wife for their trust and for raising you?

"You're coming to places like this before you've even married her! What next-heading straight to a whorehouse? If you fool around out there and catch some filthy disease, are you going to inflict it on our junior sister too?"

Indeed, the handsome young man was Linghu Chong, and the burly young man was Tian Hao.

Already dazed by the slap, Linghu Chong then had his face sprayed with spittle. When he recovered, his face went pale, then red, before finally turning livid. His gaze fell on the sword lying on the table, and he wished he could fight that bastard right then.

I only came here for a drink! How is it anywhere near as serious as you make it sound?

Besides, I, Linghu Chong, am a respectable man! I have my dignity! After you slapped me in front of everyone like that, how am I supposed to show my face in the Jianghu?

And why does your spit smell like chives?

"Where did this piece of trash come from? How dare you spoil my brother's fun?"

The White-Clad Burly Man at the table flew into a rage. Slamming the table, he rose and clenched his broad hand into a fist, smashing it toward Tian Hao's head.

Most frightening of all were his immensely thick arms, their muscles knotted and bulging. The force he unleashed was equally terrifying, and the gust it stirred made everyone nearby squint.

If that blow landed, it would shatter even a rock, let alone Tian Hao's head. It was a killing strike.

This was a formidable fighter, a terrifying expert who cultivated both internal and external arts.

Yet Tian Hao showed no fear. He met the man head-on, throwing a punch to clash with him directly!

Crack!

An explosive crack rang out from inside the burly man's fist. The fist, as large as a clay pot, suddenly swelled like a balloon, and stark white bone fragments pierced the skin and flew out.

This was Embracing the Origin Inner Force at major accomplishment, domineering and fierce to the utmost. It could not only strike the air with an explosive crack, but blast physical matter apart as well.

Clearly, the bones in the White-Clad Burly Man's hand had been forcibly blasted apart-a comminuted fracture.

But it was not over. Following the principle of taking his life while he was down, Tian Hao gave him no chance to react. He stepped forward and swung his iron fist again.

Before the punch could land, however, a sword suddenly thrust in from the side, targeting the vulnerable back of his hand, with sword-qi gathering along its edge.

"Linghu Chong!"

The sudden thrust forced Tian Hao to withdraw his hand. Furious, he turned to look.

The person who had intervened was none other than Linghu Chong.

"Brother Bai, go! You're no match for him."

With his hand crippled, the White-Clad Burly Man endured the agonizing pain, shot Tian Hao a venomous look, then turned and plunged through the crowd toward the exit.

At the edge of the crowd, Lao Denuo was about to draw his sword and pursue him, but someone blocked his way. It was Lu Dayou, who had only just reacted.

Earlier, he had separated from his eldest senior brother, Linghu Chong, and had been too far away to react in time.

But since his eldest senior brother had saved the White-Clad Burly Man, the man must be innocent. He absolutely could not allow Tian Hao and Lao Denuo to persecute him and ruin the Mount Hua Sect's reputation.

"Lu Dayou!"

Lao Denuo's face instantly darkened. He wished he could draw his sword and slaughter that fellow on the spot, but ultimately restrained himself.

"He just tried to kill me!"

His face cold, Tian Hao simply could not understand how Linghu Chong's mind worked.

Though there was some friction between them, that fellow had been an outsider. Yet Linghu Chong had actually helped an outsider against his own junior brother.

Judging from the venomous look the man had given him before leaving, this matter was certainly not over. He would surely try every means to get revenge later.

Tian Hao was not afraid, but it would still be a nuisance.

Most importantly, that fellow had opened with a killing move, clearly intending murder. Linghu Chong had not stopped him when he attacked, yet had drawn his sword to intervene when Tian Hao struck back.

What kind of logic was that?

"Brother Bai was only standing up for me. Even if he struck a little too hard, he didn't deserve to die."

His face equally cold, Linghu Chong, who possessed his own sense of chivalry, despised people like Tian Hao most of all-people who resorted to killing at the slightest provocation.

Tian Hao thought a little martial skill entitled him to do whatever he pleased, tarnishing their Mount Hua Sect's reputation.