Before Yongjie could react to his shout, Li Miao’s gaze had already swept over lightly.
This villain, who didn’t care about human lives, called a Shaolin monk of the Yong generation “Big Brother”?
This was quite something to behold.
Li Miao looked at Yongjie, and Yongjie also noticed his gaze.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said to Li Miao expressionlessly, “Donor Li… please wait a moment while I handle this.”
“Master, please go ahead, I won’t say a word.”
With that, Li Miao picked up a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, then walked to a nearby table.
He munched on peanuts while watching Yongjie and these people with great interest.
That person ignored Li Miao and quickly walked to Yongjie’s side, his face full of joy: “Big Brother… you’re still alive!”
“Why didn’t you come find us? Back then, when we lost news of you, we searched for you for a long time, only thinking you had died!”
“Alas…”
Yongjie let out a long sigh, clasped his hands together, and bowed to that person.
“Donor, this monk has already become a renunciate. Worldly ties are severed, and the sea of desires has dried up. All the past has been put down.”
“This monk only wishes that Donor will no longer commit wanton slaughter, and accumulate virtue for your descendants.”
“Renunciate!?” That person, upon hearing this, looked disbelieving.
“Big Brother, are you perhaps eyeing the incense money of some temple? We are brothers, why act like this? As long as you say the word, we’ll do anything together!”
Yongjie shook his head: “This monk has truly become a renunciate, it is absolutely not a jest. The karma owed in the past, this monk is currently repaying. I hope Donor will no longer mention it.”
That person saw that Yongjie seemed serious, sized him up, then scoffed.
“Big Brother, you really became a renunciate?”
“Which temple dares to accept you?”
“Shaolin,” Yongjie said.
That person’s face suddenly turned red, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes: “Shaolin!?”
“Big Brother, don’t joke!”
“How many brothers died at the hands of that old bald donkey Xing Chi back then! It’s one thing if we couldn’t kill him, but you even went to Shaolin to become a monk!?”
Yongjie shook his head: “This monk is not joking.”
“Abbot Xing Chi is precisely my Master.”
“What!?”
The four or five people exclaimed in unison, surprised.
The man holding the knife, upon hearing this, gripped and re-gripped the hilt, staring intently into Yongjie’s eyes.
“Big Brother… are you serious?”
Yongjie closed his eyes: “Yes.”
“You really took that old man as your Master?”
“Yes.”
“You really entered Shaolin?”
“Yes.”
“You, are you really not going to avenge our brothers anymore?”
“…Yes.”
“Good!”
That person slashed at Yongjie’s neck with One Slash. The blade sliced through skin, and a trickle of fresh blood snaked down the blade.
He stopped.
“Big Brother, you’re crazy.”
Yongjie showed no intention of dodging, but instead shook his head to himself, forcing that person to move the knife further away.
“This monk has simply seen clearly.”
“The sins committed in the past, this monk will repay, until death.”
“I only hope Donor can also turn back soon.”
Upon hearing Yongjie’s words, that person instantly flew into a rage.
“Repay, repay my ass! How many lives do you have to repay with!?”
“Once you enter the pugilistic world, life and death are the boundaries!”
“You were the one who told me this principle. People in the pugilistic world who constantly think about owing this and repaying that, how can they even live!?”
“You must have been captured by that old bald donkey and tortured into madness!”
He cursed for a long time, then stopped, panting.
“Fine, fine, fine.”
“You disregard our brotherhood, so I won’t bother with you either! You think eating vegetarian food and chanting sutras can wash away the blood on your hands? Too late!”
“Let’s go!”
With that, he no longer looked at Yongjie, turning to leave the room.
His hand had just touched the door panel.
“Ah!”
Blood splattered!
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The long knife fell to the ground with a clang. That person clutched his right hand, blood gushing from between his fingers.
“Who!? Attacking someone from the shadows, what kind of hero is that!?”
He shouted out, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.
A moment later, his gaze locked onto Li Miao, who was leaning against the table, casually tossing peanuts into his mouth.
“It’s you!? Why did you attack me!?”
He shouted, and the few people behind him also tacitly drew their weapons, subtly encircling him.
At this moment, Li Miao said lightly, “Master, is it alright if I kill these acquaintances of yours?”
Yongjie looked at Li Miao, sighed deeply, but did not answer.
Upon hearing Li Miao’s words, that person sneered, “What big talk!”
“Could it be that you haven’t heard of our ‘Meishan Seven Devils’? Just because you attacked me from the shadows, do you think you can defeat us working together!?”
Li Miao raised an eyebrow: “‘Meishan Seven Devils’… Oh, it’s you guys?”
“Seeing that there are only five of you, I didn’t immediately think of that.”
Li Miao had stayed in Shuntian Prefecture for twenty years, mostly dealing with documents. He would only get up and move when Zhu Zai assigned a task.
Of course, his “dealing with documents” meant sitting next to Wang Hai, his legs propped on the table, holding snacks in his hand, supervising Wang Hai’s work while casually pulling out various Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) archives to read like storybooks.
His random browsing like this was certainly not systematic; whether he had read something or not was purely up to chance.
Coincidentally, he had indeed read about the “Meishan Seven Devils.”
Seven or eight years ago, they annihilated an entire martial arts family, and were later wanted by the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards). They committed many evil deeds while on the run.
Their martial arts weren’t particularly high. The only reason they had survived until now was entirely due to a sophisticated combined attack formation they had acquired from who knows where. With seven people forming a formation, two or three ordinary first-rate Masters really couldn’t defeat them.
First-rate Masters were scarce in every sect, even in the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards). For a sect like Huashan Sword Sect, there were only three or four first-rate Masters.
These people also had good judgment; they never provoked forces they couldn't afford to offend. Naturally, no major power was willing to sacrifice several pillar-like first-rate Masters to fight them to the death, just for the sake of a reputation for upholding justice.
Over time, these few individuals also gained a notorious reputation in the pugilistic world.
That’s why they treated human lives so lightly and were so arrogant and overbearing. Because there really weren't many people or forces who could cause them trouble.
Upon hearing Li Miao’s words, that person’s expression became extremely ugly.
The Meishan Seven Devils were indeed seven people. Two were missing now because they had encountered the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) a few days ago and lost two lives.
If it had been ordinary Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards), they really wouldn’t have been able to defeat all seven of them. It was also their bad luck that they encountered Bu Lei, the Bei Zhenfu Si Zhenfushi of the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards), who was out on official business.
Having barely escaped with his life, Li Miao now brought up his painful past. He was already consumed by anger over Yongjie’s matter, and now he could no longer suppress his temper.
“Die!”
With a loud shout, he drew his knife and charged at Li Miao.
Bang!!
A crisp sound, and flesh and blood splattered.
“A sin, a sin…” Yongjie clasped his hands together, murmuring.
Li Miao joined his two fingers and moved towards the next head.
Bang!!
