160: Shocking incident after the door was broken open

Bai Yu stepped forward and took out several Spirit Stones from his robe, placing them on the table.

The Spirit Stones were translucent and lustrous, with Spiritual Qi flowing within them; they were clearly High Grade goods at a glance.

Such a generous gesture made the Waiter's eyes brighten by several degrees, and he immediately piled on a fawning smile.

The moment Bai Yu paid the bill, Situ Jun's figure had already vanished from the booth.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, not stirring even a whisper of wind; it was as if the light at his original position had simply distorted slightly, and then he was gone without a trace.

Bai Yu understood the signal and did not follow immediately. Instead, acting like the most dutiful old servant, he slowly cleared the dishes that his master had barely touched.

However, within those seemingly cloudy eyes, his peripheral vision had already firmly locked onto the positions and stances of the two hidden guards in the corridor, as well as the path leading to the private room.

At this moment, inside the private room.

The Embroiderer sat on a pearwood chair by the window. Her moon-white skirt spread out like flowing water, accentuating her elegant figure, like a quiet lotus in bloom.

Opposite her sat a middle-aged man in a navy blue silk shirt, dressed as a merchant. His face was unremarkable, but his eyes revealed a bit of shrewdness and a hidden, barely perceptible trace of anxiety.

It was Shopkeeper Chen of Wanbao Pavilion.

"Embroiderer, this matter really cannot be delayed any longer!"

Shopkeeper Chen lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.

"The buyer is pressing hard, and Wanbao Pavilion is helpless. Today is the final deadline. The materials from the Southern Border must be delivered today, and your Yuxiu Pavilion..."

The Embroiderer's slender fingers tightly gripped her cuffs, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Her beautiful brows were furrowed, adding a layer of sorrow to her already pitiable appearance, yet her voice carried a resilient firmness.

"Shopkeeper Chen, I've said it before. It's not that Yuxiu Pavilion is intentionally delaying, but accidents have been frequent on the Southern Border trade routes lately, and no one dares to transport materials back to East Lin. Could you... grant us a few more days?"

"A few more days?"

A sharp glint flashed in Shopkeeper Chen's eyes, and a meaningful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Embroiderer, if I may speak frankly, it's far too difficult for you to support the shop alone. Why not... marry me as a concubine? You wouldn't have to toil for a few mere pieces of silver anymore. There have been many storms in East Lin City lately; it's truly dangerous for a weak woman like you. You know my feelings for you..."

The Embroiderer snapped her head up. Her clear, beautiful face was instantly covered in a layer of frost, and her previous sorrow was replaced by undisguised disgust.

She rose abruptly, her moon-white skirt sweeping up in a cold arc. Her fingers gripped her cuffs so tightly they almost dug into the fabric.

"Shopkeeper Chen, please show some self-respect."

Outside the window, the wind swirled a few withered leaves against the frame, making a soft rustling sound, but it couldn't suppress the tension that had suddenly tightened in the room.

The smile on Shopkeeper Chen's face stiffened for a moment before he resumed his shrewd expression, his tone now carrying a hint of threat.

"Why must you keep people at a distance, Embroiderer? Given Yuxiu Pavilion's current situation, who else can help you but me? If the Wanbao Pavilion order fails, not only will you lose the shop, but I'm afraid even the Chen Manor behind you will be bankrupt."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and an invisible pressure began to envelop the Embroiderer.

The Embroiderer's face paled slightly, but her back remained straight. A flash of stubbornness appeared in her cool eyes.

"Shopkeeper Chen, please leave. I will decide on the matter of the Southern Border fabrics myself. If the shop truly cannot be saved, then that is my fate, and I will accept it."

"Hmph!"

Shopkeeper Chen's face darkened, and he was about to say something more.

At that moment of explosive tension—

BANG!!

The heavy Nanmu door of the private room exploded inward as if struck by an invisible giant hammer! Wood splinters flew, and dust filled the air!

A dark figure appeared at the doorway as if tearing through space. A suffocatingly cold killing intent emanated from him, like a frigid tide from the Nine Netherworlds, instantly sweeping through the room and freezing all the previous verbal sparring into ice shards.

It was Situ Jun!

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black brocade robes fluttering and snapping despite the lack of wind.

His deep eyes were like two cold pools. His gaze first fell upon the Embroiderer, and seeing she was unharmed, that icy look softened slightly.

Then, like two swords tempered in ice, his gaze locked onto the terrified Shopkeeper Chen, who had jumped to his feet.

"Hus... Husband?!"

The Embroiderer cried out in shock. Her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with unbelievable joy and a long-suppressed, immense sense of grievance.

It was as if she had been drifting in stormy waves for a long time and finally saw a solid shore. The stubbornness she had just maintained collapsed instantly, and tears nearly escaped her eyes.

Shopkeeper Chen was turned pale by this sudden turn of events and the terrifying Aura emanating from Situ Jun. He stumbled back several steps, his back hitting the wall hard. His hand trembled as he pointed at Situ Jun, his voice cracking.

"You... who are you?! How dare you..."

However, his question stopped halfway.

For Situ Jun's gaze had already coldly swept toward the door.

Almost at the same moment the door broke, the two Xuan Yin Sect Cultivators in the corridor, disguised as merchants, also moved!

They reacted extremely quickly, instantly tearing off their disguises as the sharp Aura of ninth-level Foundation Establishment Martial Artists erupted from them!

One pounced toward the doorway like a ghost, his five fingers forming a claw with wind as sharp as a blade, aiming directly for the vital points on Situ Jun's back!

The other spun in a coordinated move, a flash of cold light appearing in his hand as a poisoned short dagger was thrust silently toward Situ Jun's ribs. The angle was tricky and ruthless—clearly a well-trained killing technique!

Their goal was clear: to kill or severely wound this suddenly appearing man with the terrifying presence amidst the chaos! Simultaneously, their eyes greedily swept over the Embroiderer, clearly having no intention of letting her go.

But they had vastly underestimated Situ Jun's Cultivation.

"Seeking death!"

Situ Jun didn't even turn his head.

Facing the lethal attacks coming from behind and the side simultaneously, he only let out a very soft cold snort from his nose, yet that sound contained endless freezing cold.

Without seeing him make any movement, an irresistible invisible force erupted outward with his body as the center!

It was like an iceberg suddenly being dropped into a calm lake; a giant wave rose instantly!

The hidden guard pouncing toward his back felt an irresistible force slam into his chest!

The sharp claw energy condensed at his fingertips shattered instantly. His whole body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a charging giant elephant. His chest visibly caved in, and the 'crack' of breaking bones was clearly audible!

Before he could even scream, his body flew back like a tattered sack, slamming into the wall across the corridor before sliding down limply, bleeding from all seven orifices, clearly dead.

Meanwhile, the person attacking from the side with the dagger felt as if the blade had struck an invisible, indestructible wall of bronze and iron!

The tip of the dagger made a piercing 'screech' and instantly twisted and deformed!

At the same time, a bone-chilling power that seemed capable of freezing the Soul surged up the dagger, instantly invading the Meridians of his arm!

"AH—!"

The Xuan Yin Sect Cultivator let out a shrill scream. His entire right arm, starting from the fingertips, was instantly covered in an eerie icy blue color that was rapidly spreading upward!

The agonizing pain of his Meridians freezing and shattering inch by inch made his whole body convulse!

He tried to drop the knife and retreat in terror, but that frigid power was like a maggot on the bone, instantly spreading to half his body!

Only then did Situ Jun slowly turn around, glancing at him with an indifferent gaze, as if looking at an ant about to be crushed.

"Eye of Detection!"

The cold murmur sounded like a judge's decree.

Upon learning that this person was in league with Shopkeeper Chen and Wanbao Pavilion, and even dared to have designs on the Embroiderer, the fury in Situ Jun's heart had already reached its peak.

He suddenly flicked his finger, and an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible wisp of Spiritual Qi instantly entered the other man's forehead.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only the Xuan Yin Sect Cultivator's scream coming to an abrupt halt.

The pain on his face was instantly replaced by extreme vacancy and emptiness. His pupils dilated, losing all light, and his body slumped down like its bones had been removed, no longer making a sound.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

From Situ Jun breaking through the door to the death and paralysis of the two Xuan Yin Sect elites, only two or three breaths of time had passed!