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At that moment, a Yellow-Clad Girl stepped out from the crowd. With her delicate fingers pointing at Li Hong, she exclaimed in a voice as clear as a oriole's, "You wicked creature, let go of my father!"
Li Hong scratched the back of his head, completely bewildered by her words. What was going on? Why was she blaming him?
"That's because you have him pinned down," 404 explained.
Li Hong was taken aback and quickly jumped up to look beneath him. Sure enough, an elderly Qingyi Daoist with a weathered face lay on the ground, writhing in pain and moaning.
"How did I pin him down?" Li Hong asked in confusion.
"How would I know?"
Seeing Li Hong stand up, the Yellow-Clad Girl hurried over to help the Daoist up from the ground.
"Father, are you alright?" she asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, cough cough..."
The Daoist waved his hand and spat out several mouthfuls of dirt he had accidentally ingested, feeling much better immediately.
After being assisted to sit down nearby, he looked at the peculiar figure before him, dressed in strange attire and sporting a monk's shaved head. The Daoist sighed in relief and cupped his hands in greeting. "I am Yue Buqun of Mount Hua. May I ask for your name, young hero? Though my Huashan Sect is not a large one, we are not to be humiliated by anyone. Your lightness skill is extraordinary; you must be someone of significance. Why would you treat me with such disrespect?"
"What did you say your name was?" Li Hong asked in astonishment.
Yue Buqun? Could this be the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?
"Could it be that you don't even dare to reveal your true name?" Seeing Li Hong's lack of reaction to his name, Yue Buqun became extremely angry.
Could it be that in this muddled world—oh no, in this martial realm—I, Yue Buqun, have already fallen out of favor?
As soon as he thought of this, Yue Buqun felt a sudden tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. His greatest aspiration was simply to sit atop the position of the leader of the martial arts world and to further elevate the Huashan Sect.
However, before his dream could be realized, he found himself already outdated in the jianghu.
How could this be?
Seeing Yue Buqun's sudden change in expression, the Yellow-Clad Girl was taken aback and quietly stepped back several paces.
Oh no, Father is about to have another episode!
The disciples of the Huashan Sect around them also retreated a step. If the sect leader were to have an episode, we wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Young man, do you know where this place is?" Yue Buqun asked gently.
Li Hong nodded and replied, "I know, Huashan!"
"Then since you know this is Huashan, do you also know the rules here?" Yue Buqun said calmly.
Rules? What rules?
Li Hong was taken aback; was he about to be charged a fee? Had ticketing become a thing even in this era of scenic area development?
He reached into his pocket and suddenly felt extremely awkward.
It seemed that he might not have any money on him!
Fortunately, it wasn't entirely hopeless. He pulled out his newly exchanged currency and said to Yue Buqun, "Alright then, how much is the ticket? Should I pay in cash or through a mobile payment app?"
“Ticket? What is that? When did a Payment Madam appear on Mount Hua?” Yue Buqun frowned deeply.
This person was clearly unaware of the rules; everyone in the martial world knew the customs of Mount Hua, yet this individual tried to slip through unnoticed.
Yue Buqun turned around and instructed the Yellow-Clad Girl, who had retreated to the corner, “Ling Shan, do not forget your manners. I do not wish for others to laugh at our hospitality.”
Hearing Yue Buqun's command, Yue Ling Shan shook her head and gently reminded him, “Father, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”
“Hmph! You little girl, are you ignoring your father's words?” Yue Buqun said with displeasure.
This stubborn girl was undermining him in front of outsiders; her temper had certainly grown. It seemed she needed a proper lesson.
“Oh!”
After being scolded by Yue Buqun, Yue Ling Shan had no choice but to fetch the welcoming gift from Mount Hua. She dared not defy Yue Buqun’s instructions. The last person who disobeyed him, her senior brother Linghu Chong, was still down at Mount Hua selling wine to make a living.
Once Yue Ling Shan left, Yue Buqun suppressed his anger and coldly addressed Li Hong, “Young hero, since you are unwilling to reveal your true name, I will not press you further. Mount Hua has a small gift prepared for our guests. If you accept it, I will overlook your earlier rudeness. May I ask if this is acceptable?”
Li Hong was taken aback. Wasn't Yue Buqun a hypocrite? When did he start speaking so kindly?
Accepting a gift and then erasing the previous offense in one stroke?
“404, what’s going on here? Could it be that Yue Buqun is actually that player from the Private Server?” Li Hong asked the 404 above his head.
404 shook its head and replied, “How would I know? Now that I have taken physical form, I no longer possess the ability to search for anomalies like before. But you should be cautious; as the saying goes, ‘A leopard cannot change its spots.’ Yue Buqun is indeed a hypocrite; that gift of his might not be anything good.”
“Could it be a cup of poison? Does Old Yue want to poison me to vent his resentment?” Li Hong let his imagination run wild.
"If it's poison, then there's nothing to worry about. You're now a manager, immune to all toxins," 404 explained.
Li Hong nodded; there was indeed nothing to fear.
Soon, Yue Ling Shan returned with a package covered in red cloth, bringing the "Hua Shan specialty."
Yue Buqun took it and said gently, "Young hero, once you wear this outfit, we will be considered family. Let the past be the past."
In his confusion, Li Hong watched as Yue Buqun lifted the red cloth, revealing what lay beneath.
Silence fell, an oppressive stillness enveloping the surroundings.
Yue Ling Shan's face flushed red as she shyly distanced herself from Yue Buqun, hiding behind a doorpost.
Li Hong felt a wave of despair wash over him. Who had corrupted Yue Buqun? Why had this become a gift for guests of the Hua Shan Sect?
In Yue Buqun's hands was a fine piece of silk clothing.
At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. But why was it a dress with flowing sleeves made of silk?
This was women's clothing! Women's clothing!
"Old Yue, what on earth have you been through?" Li Hong looked at Yue Buqun with a melancholic gaze, his heart filled with deep sorrow.
Why would the leader of a prestigious sect take a liking to such things?
Your persona is that of a hypocrite, but why has the gentleman turned into someone so effeminate?
"What about women's clothing? Isn't that the true face of you, Yue Buqun?"
"Hello, big shot! My name is Li Hong. I apologize for any offense I may have caused before; I hope you won't take it to heart." Li Hong quickly extended his hand to shake Yue Buqun's, his tone filled with regret.
Seeing Li Hong's demeanor, Yue Buqun's eyes lit up. "Haha, brother, I knew I wasn't mistaken about you. Hmph, those foolish guys run away in fear at the sight of this. You're truly brave, Li Xiaoxia. There's no time to waste; hurry up and try it on. If it doesn't fit, I'll make some adjustments."
Li Hong's expression grew more somber as he softly asked, "Did you make this yourself?"
"Of course! To be honest, I don't dare claim to be the best in martial arts. But when it comes to needlework and embroidery, I'm not lacking either." Rarely receiving appreciation, Yue Buqun forgot the earlier unpleasantness and happily patted Li Hong on the shoulder.
Li Hong nodded and glanced at the flowing sleeves and skirt in Yue Buqun's hands. He said solemnly, "It truly is exquisite craftsmanship. I didn't expect the esteemed leader of Mount Hua to have such skills. But who made all this?"
"Who made what?" Yue Buqun asked in confusion.
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