After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The bustling street was quiet for a moment, the surrounding noise stopped abruptly, and then gradually returned to its original hustle and bustle.

But around them, the crowd seemed to consciously avoid them, forming a wide empty circle.

Some brave passers-by still couldn't help but secretly cast curious glances.

Wei Gang felt the sharp sword energy emanating from the Taiwei Sword, and suddenly remembered that although Li Fuyi in front of him was young, he was a genuine powerful immortal!

His heart suddenly contracted, but when his eyes met the gazes of Li Moran and Li Jiner, an inexplicable sense of excitement suddenly overwhelmed the fear in his heart.

He quickly adjusted his expression, put on an innocent gesture, and spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.

Then, in a gentle and slightly embarrassed tone, he spoke:

"I'm so sorry, Senior Brother."

"I was simply attracted by your extraordinary aura and felt a surge of respect, so I couldn't help but step forward and say hello."

"I'm definitely not a bad person, it's just... I've long heard of the great name of the Zichen Sword Sect, so..." His eyes flickered a little under Li Fuyi's vigilant gaze. He swallowed unconsciously and laughed dryly a few times, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Haha... I'm so glad to see you all here. If it's convenient... I wonder if I could have the honor of making friends with you all?"

It is common for disciples to travel together when they are outside.

Wei Gang followed his example and lowered his posture, carefully putting forward his request.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that the temple town at this moment was neither a dangerous place nor a training ground.

Here, a stranger's sudden approach is particularly likely to arouse others' suspicion and vigilance.

Li Fuyi frowned, not believing what the man in front of him said. Although he appeared respectful on the surface, his behavior was strange.

"If you really want to make friends, why don't you be honest and reveal your identity?" Li Fuyi pointed out bluntly.

Wei Gang was momentarily speechless. He stammered, "I... I truly do seek your guidance. I was just worried that my school, the Yuanshan Sect, wasn't well-known enough, so I didn't speak up sooner."

He then hastily and politely introduced himself as the fake mountain sect: "I am Wei Gang, a disciple of the Luergang Yuanshan Sect, and I pay my respects to the members of the Zichen Sword Sect."

Li Fuyi looked at Wei Gang carefully. He had rough facial features and an ordinary face. His broad body was supported by a large frame, giving him the rough feeling of a street butcher, which was very different from the image of an immortal cultivator.

Although he was wearing the popular wide-sleeved robe for men, the loose fabric looked a bit funny on him, and there was no trace of ethereal air to be found.

Looking at the flow of spiritual energy around him, it was mottled and chaotic. He certainly didn't look like a disciple of a famous sect, but more like a disciple from an unknown independent sect.

The machete at his waist was extremely rough in style and was out of tune with his overall attire.

Lin Moran witnessed Wei Gang, who claimed to be from the Yuanshan School, being defeated step by step by Li Fuyi under Li Fuyi's questioning. This man was indeed weird.

If it is an ordinary incident, it is naturally harmless. It is just a way to get rid of someone who wants to chat.

However, people around them inevitably think that the disciples of Zichen Sword Sect are arrogant and difficult to get close to.

She gently pressed Li Fuyi's hand holding the Taiwei Sword, signaling him to put the sword away first.

"Junior Brother Wei, there's no need to be so formal. Cultivators should treat each other with sincerity. Our Zichen Sword Sect is always willing to learn from and help fellow cultivators."

"But..." Her voice was still soft, seemingly non-aggressive. Her eyes fell on the machete on Wei Gang's waist. "Isn't that a machete hanging on Wei Gang's waist, Junior Brother Wei?"

"We brothers all practice swordsmanship. Although both the knife and the sword are sharp blades, they each have their own way. The difference is subtle but crucial."

He talked about it leisurely, pointing out the differences between swords and knives, and naturally they had nothing to discuss.

"I dare not make any rash comments. If it disrupts Junior Brother Wei's practice, it will be our fault."

Retreat in order to advance. Even if I reject you, I will do it with reason and evidence and it won't go wrong.

Wei Gang was listening to Lin Moran's voice and was lost in thought. He didn't care what she was saying at all. He just grinned and nodded repeatedly.

"Senior sister is right! Wei has learned his lesson."

"Meeting is fate. My fellow apprentices all settled here. I wonder if I could have the honor to invite you all to a gathering?" He tried to invite them to have dinner together and continue to build closer relationships.

Lin Moran politely declined, "Thank you for your generosity, Brother Wei. We don't have any profound advice, so how can we have the audacity to eat at your table?"

"The night market is coming soon, so I won't bother you anymore."

She ended the conversation gracefully, turned around and continued walking, not giving Wei Gang any more opportunities to entangle with her.

Li Fuyi stayed behind for a while, staring at Wei Gang who wanted to follow.

As they walked away, sporadic whispers could be heard in the corners of the market.

"I don't know where this bumpkin came from..."

"Clinging... so obvious..."

“…Haha…Knife…Alas”

There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his voice.

Wei Gang turned a deaf ear to the gossip, his eyes still following the backs of Lin Moran and Li Jiner as they walked away.

Until it was completely out of sight, it rolled back to the private room on the second floor of the restaurant like a black whirlwind.

As soon as he entered the room, he hurriedly ordered the servant to go back and report the situation to his father, "Tell my father that I am now Wei Gang of the Yuanshan Sect."

"Also, when you come back, please bring some Yuanshan School uniforms with you, so that it will look presentable." He waved his hand, signaling the servant to hurry up and do it.

His followers waited until he finished giving orders before quietly reminding him: Meeting him now is just a coincidence, how are you going to find him tomorrow?

Wei Gang simply rolled his eyes and gave a confident smile. "Fool! They have such a strong sandalwood scent on them. I can smell it from five steps away."

"And the fragrance didn't fade at all during their conversation, which shows how long they've been soaked in sandalwood."

"Since we're not staying in Temple Town, we can only stay in the guest room of Leiyin Heavenly Palace!"

His tone was full of pride, as if he had already taken everything into account.

Enjoying the constant flattery from his followers, he drank cup after cup of yellow soup.

Until he was drunk and unconscious and was sent to the couch, he was still distracted by the figures of Lin Moran and Li Jiner.

His face was flushed with lust, and he kept muttering: "Beauty... all... are... mine~"

I started to get lost in passion while hugging the quilt roll.

"Don't run away... kiss..."