The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Beside the old man in the yellow robe sat a dozen or so subordinates, all dressed in the same pale yellow robes.

"Tell my sect leader to finish this quickly!"

A sharp, cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He drew his swift sword first, kicked aside the bench lying in front of him, and stabbed at Sikong Jin with lightning speed.

Seeing this, his disciples quickly followed behind and surged forward like a flood.

Sikong Jin cursed under her breath and swiftly slashed at the table beside her. The bamboo tube containing chopsticks on the table used the force to fly towards the yellow-robed man who was rushing towards her. Sikong Jin lightly leaped up, dodging the sword strike from the ancient sect leader. She quickly floated behind her, suddenly turned her body, and unleashed another palm strike at the flying bamboo tube, using the palm wind that had already gathered in her palm.

'Swoosh!'

Countless whooshing sounds rang out as chopsticks, shaken from the bamboo tube, instantly formed a large net like a rainstorm, covering the yellow-clad man who rushed forward.

'Ahhh!'

The sable on the table leaped high, its body flashing, and resolutely darted over. Instantly, one shrill scream after another rang out.

Sikong Jin's figure was as eerie as a ghost. Amidst the twisted and chaotic sword light, there was no sound of swords clashing. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen yellow-clad men who rushed forward fell like wheat being cut down by a knife.

They were either slit in the throat with a sword or bitten by the purple-eyed divine weasel, their faces turning black.

Upon seeing this, the group of men in black who were about to leave trembled and instinctively retreated towards the door, their bodies filled with terror as they tried to leave. However, just as the first man reached the door, a dark figure descended from the sky, and with a 'bang,' the door was slammed shut!

The man in black shuddered and instinctively looked up, only to find that the cloaked figure, who had been silent all along, was now standing silently in front of the door...

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the tavern had become a scene of carnage.

Sikong Jin stared blankly at Di Beizun standing amidst the pile of corpses, too shocked to speak.

She always thought she was ruthless enough, but she never expected that the person in front of her was even more ruthless. The tragic scene before her was so appalling that even she was somewhat...

He didn't even spare the innocent shopkeeper and waiter.

Di Beizun glanced at Sikong Jin, then tucked the letter he had found on the black-clad leader's chest into his sleeve. He struck the candle flame beside him with his palm, and the flame flew toward the curtain and quickly ignited.

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go!"

After saying that, he strode towards the door.

Sikong Jin then realized what was happening, shrugged, and followed.

……

The rain outside was still heavy, and flashes of thunder and lightning occasionally streaked across the sky. After leaving the tavern, the two hurried towards Luoyang City without stopping...

As the night deepened, the torrential rain poured down like a downpour, and the wind howled, causing the trees on both sides to sway wildly. The once bustling city of Luoyang fell into a slight silence during the storm, with only a few lonely figures occasionally seen on the wide streets, and almost all the shops on both sides were closed.

Meanwhile, hidden deep within a tall, heavily guarded mansion on Baihu Street in Luoyang City.

'Bah! '

The door to one of the rooms suddenly opened.

"Second Master, you're back!"

The subordinates guarding the door greeted the middle-aged man with smiles as he entered.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a blue robe and was somewhat thin. By the light of the lanterns in the corridor, one could vaguely see the decadent look on his face, his sunken eyes, and the lewd light in them. He was clearly a person who had indulged in excessive sexual activity.

"Hmm, is everything taken care of?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"Reporting to the Second Pavilion Master, it has been taken care of. The person is inside. To cooperate with the Pavilion Master, I also fed her some Mandarin Duck Powder. The Pavilion Master will definitely have a wonderful night tonight."

The subordinate chuckled ambiguously a few times.

"Haha, Wang Jiu, you're really getting to know me better and better. Don't worry, as long as I become the sect leader, you'll get all the benefits! Hmph, and that woman too, she'll be mine sooner or later!"

The middle-aged man chuckled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"That's right, Second Pavilion Master. While the Third Pavilion Master is away, how about I drug that woman and secretly bring her over to you? We'll do it without anyone knowing. After you've finished your business, I'll send her back, and the Third Pavilion Master won't even know!"

"Hmph, that woman was so disdainful of me this morning! Just thinking about it makes me furious! If it weren't for Third Brother getting there first at Drunken Dreamland, that woman would have been driven to ecstasy by me long ago! But this is a critical time, otherwise... Hmph... Alright, you can go now and get lost, don't come here and ruin my good time!"

The middle-aged man said this and then walked into the room.

"Yes! Yes! Your subordinate promises to get far, far away!"

After speaking, he closed the door and quickly left.

The room remained dark; all that could be heard was the middle-aged man's shout upon entering.

"My beautiful girl, your brother is here—"

Then came a few soft moans, gradually followed by alternating sounds from men and women that made one's blood boil...

The two people engaged in a fierce battle on the bed inside the room were naturally unaware that right outside their window, a pair of eyes were taking in the entire scene. Of course, through a small slit beside those eyes, a pair of purple eyes were also faintly flickering.

Di Beizun frowned as he looked at Sikong Jin, whose entire body was pressed tightly against the window, making the small hole in the window bigger and bigger. His gaze shifted to Diao Ye, who was doing the exact same thing as her. His cold and beautiful face immediately became more and more gloomy.

"Are all men this impatient? They even take off their clothes and pounce on them to tear them off? What kind of position is that? It seems quite difficult... Isn't that too hasty? As far as I know, a noble and gentlemanly man should proceed step by step, first taking the woman down, then slowly approaching her, looking down at her with a domineering gaze that can conquer everything, then stepping forward, tightly gripping her waist with one hand, loosening her belt, and then... um, the smell of blood... where is that coming from?"

As Lady Sikong muttered to herself, she suddenly caught a faint whiff of blood. Something was flowing from her nose, and she instinctively raised her hand to wipe it. A warm, damp sensation immediately touched the back of her hand, and she vaguely sensed a cold light approaching from behind. She turned around abruptly and found the man behind her staring at her with a gloomy expression. His alluring face was bathed in a faint glow, and his deep eyes shimmered with a cool light, like a thousand silent stars.