Ever since he approached proactively, Liu Buli's mood had soured considerably. Now, hearing this reply, the spiritual energy that had just receded from Liu Buli's body surged forth once more.
His voice turned exceptionally cold as he said, "Young master, the fact that I can speak to you like this now is out of consideration for your father. But ultimately, the Dan Sect does not fear the Duantian Pavilion. Whether I extend this courtesy or not depends on my mood. I hope you understand what I'm saying."
Having said this, Liu Buli placed his hand on the table.
His sword lay horizontally by the edge of the table, his palm now resting on the hilt. It was clear he was ready to act.
The young master's expression did not change much, but those who had been drinking with him were already too frightened to sit still.
One of them, moving with the utmost speed, hurried over and tugged at the young master's sleeve. He pleaded, "Young master, please stop. We've indeed had a bit too much to drink today. I, on behalf of our young master, apologize to Sect Master Liu. We implore Sect Master Liu not to take offense, and let this matter end here. We..."
"What do you mean, 'end here'? Why are you all so cowardly?" Before the man could finish speaking, the young master interrupted him with a displeased look. He said, "This Liu Buli is the most beautiful person in the cultivation world. They say seeing is believing, and now that I've seen him, I know the rumors were true. Forget the cultivation world; looking at the entire world, whether man or woman, I couldn't find anyone more beautiful than him. He's alone now, with only a young disciple by his side. And we have seven people. Such a good opportunity, and you talk about giving up? I'm not willing to!"
As he spoke, the other six exchanged glances, their gazes finally settling on Liu Buli.
The young master was right.
This was a rare opportunity.
If they wanted to pluck this flower that was Liu Buli, they might never get another chance after this moment.
In terms of numbers, they had an absolute advantage. Although Liu Buli's cultivation was formidable, when fighting, the seven of them also had the Duantian Pavilion's own formations.
As for that young disciple?
Although his eyes looked ferocious, his aura was not that strong. So, he was likely not a significant figure and could be dealt with easily.
It wasn't without a chance of winning.
A gamble, and perhaps they could taste a delicacy they would never forget in this life.
Humans are prone to overconfidence when they have a sliver of hope. When a sense of chance arises, their courage expands beyond their control.
Just like now.
The men exchanged glances, suddenly reaching a consensus. They walked towards Liu Buli, spreading out one by one to block him between them and the window.
Liu Buli yawned.
He was utterly exasperated.
He had simply wanted to go out on a date with his Wuming. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, so why did these oblivious fools insist on seeking death?
Reaching out to grasp his long sword, Liu Buli sneered and asked, "Judging by your intentions, gentlemen, you do not plan to resolve this peacefully with me today?"
"Daoist Liu, that's not quite right," the young master leading them said with a smile. "We naturally intend to get along well with Daoist Liu. If Daoist Liu cooperates, then getting along well with me alone will suffice. After all, I am the Pavilion Master's son, and they are my father's disciples; they all obey me. If I don't let them act, they wouldn't dare, even if they desired it."
He paused for a moment before adding, "But ah... Daoist Liu, if you don't intend to get along well with me, then I can only let you get along with everyone. There are seven of us, and only you, Daoist Liu. Whether your delicate skin can withstand it, perhaps you should reconsider?"
As he spoke, his expression was utterly lewd. Liu Buli found it disgusting and finally reached out, intending to draw his sword and directly sever these beasts who thought with their lower halves.
However, before he could act, his hand was pressed down.
Looking up, Lu Wuming smiled at him.
Shaking his head, he said, "Today, Master is in a good mood. Let's not let these trivial matters disturb your feelings. If these people are suicidal, then Wuming will send them on their way. Master, you wait here for me. I promise, I'll finish this quickly."
Liu Buli frowned.
After gazing into Lu Wuming's eyes for a moment longer, he suddenly smiled and said, "Then be quick about it, and don't get your clothes dirty. I'll be waiting here. If the food gets cold later, I won't wait for you, understand?"
"Alright."
Lu Wuming chuckled softly, then took Liu Buli's hand and gently kissed the back of his fair, clean hand.
Having done this, he looked up at the young master of Duantian Pavilion. Pointing outside, he said, "The innkeeper still needs to do business, and my Master prefers cleanliness. So, why don't we settle this outside? Since you want to lay hands on my Master, you'll have to get past me first. It's just a change of venue, do you have any objections?"
The men were taken aback for a moment, and then they all looked at the young master of Duantian Pavilion.
The young master pouted and waved his hand, "Dealing with a mere disciple is enough for one person. Whoever wants to go, speak up. Finish quickly and come back. I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a long sword, completely unnoticed by him, was already resting against his neck.
Lu Wuming held the sword, his smile bright and cheerful.
Yet, the voice that emerged was as cold as ice. He spoke word by word, "All seven of you, come out of the city with me. Otherwise, I will cut your throat right now. Do you understand?"