Huang Xue Mei was about to lose her life, when suddenly a shower of flower petals rained down from the sky. A white figure swirled in from outside the wall, slowly descending amidst the petals.
Lin Ping Zhi's uncooperative attitude made Hua Wu Que quite angry, but the situation was urgent. He had to create an opportunity. Fortunately, his style was impressive, and he was satisfied. Seeing Fang Dong Bai charging towards him, Hua Wu Que lowered his left hand, letting his folding fan slide out from his sleeve. He raised it to block Fang Dong Bai's incoming right arm, shifted his right leg back for support, and spun around with a swift kick towards Fang Dong Bai's face.
Fang Dong Bai hurriedly changed his move, and the two exchanged blows. The onlookers were amazed by the white-clad young man. Although his attacks were fierce, aiming for vital points, his movements were graceful and elegant, like a dance. They whispered amongst themselves, asking about his origin. The young female disciples were captivated, their eyes filled with admiration. Kang Min, witnessing this, felt a pang of disdain and thought of something, her face flushing. Zhou Zhi Ru breathed a sigh of relief.
The more Fang Dong Bai fought, the more surprised he became. He felt that this young man, despite his age, possessed ruthless skills with no flaws. With a feint, he retreated and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Hua Wu Que kept his right hand behind him, leisurely opening his folding fan and waving it a few times. "My name is Hua Wu Que, a disciple of the Plum Blossom Palace," he said in a soft, gentle voice, his manners refined. He seemed kind to everyone, making those with amorous intentions cover their faces, feeling that this young master fulfilled all their fantasies of a heroic figure from the martial world.
Upon hearing the name Plum Blossom Palace, the crowd's expressions changed. Fang Dong Bai felt a tremor of fear and looked around, as if searching for something. After a while, he turned, bowed, and said, "Old man has long heard of the two Palace Masters of the Plum Blossom Palace, and holds them in high esteem. Old man has never had any grievances with the Plum Blossom Palace, but today, old man is dealing with a personal grudge, ridding the martial world of an evil. Even if the Palace Master herself were to come, old man would fight to the death to fulfill his wish!"
Hua Wu Que smiled slightly, "Senior, there's no need to test me. My Master and Second Master haven't left the Plum Blossom Palace for a long time. This matter is entirely my own doing."
Hearing that the Palace Masters were not present, Fang Dong Bai's heart was eased. He changed his expression and angrily shouted, "All evildoers deserve to be punished! Young master, you have a promising future. This woman, this devil, is a scourge to the martial world! Old man cannot bear to see innocent lives suffer! Even if the Palace Master of the Plum Blossom Palace blames old man later, I will still eliminate this devil today! If young master insists on protecting this demon, then don't blame old man for being impolite!"
Hua Wu Que put away his folding fan, smiling slightly, "It's fine. Wu Que has long heard about how great you, the righteous figures of the martial world, are. You spend your days eliminating demons and doing good deeds. He longs to meet you all. Now, seeing you in person, truly each one of you is noble and righteous!" Upon hearing this, everyone looked smug, feeling that this jade-like young master was indeed discerning, worthy of his noble lineage.
Qu Fei Yan, who had just regained consciousness, initially felt a fondness for this elegant young master for his righteous actions. But hearing these words, she felt that indeed, these righteous figures were all the same, hypocrites! Zhou Zhi Ru, who was supporting her, felt a strange sense of disappointment.
Even Fang Dong Bai felt a surge of pride. Stroking his beard, he thought that the young man had been intimidated and was about to retreat. He wanted to ease the situation, avoiding offending the Palace Master of the Plum Blossom Palace. "Young master, it's commendable of you to turn over a new leaf. After I eliminate this demon, old man will introduce you to the heroes of the world. We, the righteous figures of the martial world, should support each other and be close."
Hearing this, Hua Wu Que's tone changed. "However, Wu Que has always been independent. The more others seek something, the less Wu Que desires it. Wu Que is arrogant, not specifically towards you," he paused, pointing his folding fan at the front, then spun around, pointing at everyone in the courtyard with a respectful expression. "Wu Que means that all of you present are scum! Wu Que, a fine young man, how can he be compared to you shameless scoundrels!"
At these words, the crowd erupted in anger. Some of the more hot-tempered individuals started to shout abuse. Fang Dong Bai's face stiffened, his teeth gritting as he said, "Young master, your tongue is sharp, I admire that. But I wonder if your skills are as sharp. Old man, despite the Palace Master of the Plum Blossom Palace's retaliation, will tear you limb from limb today to vent my anger!!" He stretched out his hand, grabbing towards Hua Wu Que.
Qu Fei Yan, upon hearing this, was dumbfounded. Her heart skipped a beat, as if struck by lightning. She felt dry-mouthed and murmured, "This... this is what people call a legendary hero... Grandpa, I think I'm in love!" Her small hand reached out, grabbing onto the equally bewildered Zhou Zhi Ru, only then remembering that her grandfather had passed away. A pang of sadness hit her, and she burst into tears.
Huang Xue Mei shook her head. This devil really had such a terrible personality. Anyone who opposed him would be driven to madness. Only Kang Min's face flushed, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, their sweetness as if dripping honey. She watched him stand alone against everyone, wishing she could rush at him and melt into his embrace.