C36 The secret of little lin'er(part iii)

"This brother greets you!" Changmen Niepo dismounted, and politely cupped his fists and greeted the White Robe Swordsman.

This so-called meeting of three gifts will be easier to deal with in the future.

The White Robe Swordsman cupped his fists in return, and then said: "Little brother, what brings you here so late in the night?"

Late night?

Hearing that, Changmen Niepo almost fell down. It had only been dark for a short while, so why was it already late at night? Could it be that he had entered the spacetime tunnel and travelled back and forth? However, thinking about it, Changmen Niepo did not pass through the time and space tunnel, but rather, this teleportation was extremely amazing.

He had always been transported to some sort of ancient era, but he, Changmen Niepo, directly stepped on the air and came to a different world. Forget it, forget it.

What are you doing here? Of course it's to find your husband. However, Changmen Niepo did not say anything. Instead, he took out the folded square piece of paper that the Fourteenth Prince had given him and gave it to the White Robe Swordsman.

"Please pass this information to your husband, he will naturally meet with me!" Hearing this, White Robe Swordsman was slightly startled, he was not afraid of any hidden mechanism inside the folded square of paper that would harm his teacher. On the contrary, the folded square piece of paper looked very familiar, and the color patterns on the paper looked even more familiar.

Immediately after, he passed it to the White Robe Swordsman behind him. After a few words of advice, that White Robe Swordsman only flashed once before disappearing from Changmen Niepo's sight.

"That powerful?"

Chang Meniepo stared blankly. To be able to completely disappear from his sight, and not even a trace of his aura remained. It would be weird if he did not reach the Soul Refinement Realm. He was probably around the fourth or fifth grade Soul Refining stage.

Compared to the few Soul Refinement Realm practitioners who followed him today, it was a total of three to four ranks higher. Who would have thought that just the gatekeeping White Robe Swordsman in this Mister's house would be so extraordinary, wouldn't those people inside be able to reach the Immortal Cultivation Stage?

Not long after, the previously disappeared White Robe Swordsman appeared in front of him once more. This time, he only said one sentence: "Sir, please."

After that, the two White Robe Swordsman s stood at both sides of Changmen Niepo and made a "please" gesture before bringing him into the villa.

The moment he pushed the door open and walked in, Changmen Niepo clearly felt an extremely minute energy fluctuation. Rather than calling it a fluctuation of energy, it was more accurate to call it passing through an invisible barrier. When he had completely stepped inside, Changmen Niepo couldn't help but turn around. His footsteps also stopped as he carefully looked at the manor's entrance.

He pushed open the red door of the manor. It was the usual red door. Furthermore, Changmen Niepo had the nagging feeling that when he pushed open the door, something would obstruct him when he walked in.

It was also at that moment when he felt the obstruction, that the feeling quietly disappeared. It was as if they had never existed.

"Very impressive!"

This was Changmen Niepo's first evaluation of the villa.

The two White Robe Swordsman s saw that Changmen Niepo had stopped in his tracks, and was staring at the manor door that seemed to be controlled by something. However, the two of them could tell from Changmen Niepo's gaze that he was not curious about the door that automatically closed, but instead …

"This kid is able to perceive it at such a young age. He's definitely extraordinary." The one on the left muttered to the one on the right, while his eyes revealed traces of jealousy and envy.

"Yeah, to be able to detect it at such a young age, how could he be capable of doing so in the future?" The other White Robe Swordsman was also rather emotional.

Think about it, these white-robed Zhuang guards. If they were in any sect or sect, which one of them would not be envied by others? Which one of them wouldn't be jealous? On the other hand, Changmen Niepo, whom they were envious of, could imagine just how great of a potential he possessed.

"Let's go, young master!"

In just a short period of time, they had already changed the way they addressed Changmen Niepo from the little brother from before to the young master now.

When Changmen Niepo heard about this change, he could only smile helplessly. Perhaps, no matter which world it was in, only a fist-sized one would have good food to eat. This is an irreplaceable and irrevocable law.

The attic, to be exact, was a tower. However, this pagoda was very different from what he had imagined. It did not look like the original pagoda. But if he wasn't a tower, what were the multilateral rules of this floor?

"Whatever, whatever." Changmen Niepo shook his head heavily in his heart, "Since it's a foreign world, I guess that's how the pagoda of the foreign world looks like."

These five floors were situated in the center of the entire villa. In front of him was another arena. Although it was already night time, the torches around the stage were still brightly lit. All of them were able to clearly see those mysterious patterns on the ring.

Although it had been four years, he was still just strolling around the area. From start to finish, he could be considered a otaku.

Even though these patterns were rather strange, with a single glance, Changmen Niepo's first impression was exceptionally divine. This sacred feeling was like walking into a temple, and after seeing the Buddha statue, it naturally became respectful.

5th level, go to the top of the tower, and go to the 5th level alone. Because on the fourth floor, the two White Robe Swordsman s told Changmen Niepo that they did not have any qualifications to go up to the fifth floor, if they wanted to go up, Changmen Niepo had to go up himself.

When these words came out, Changmen Niepo felt even more surprised. Isn't it just to inquire about the secrets on Xiao Liner? There's no need to do this right? Of course, maybe not, Changmen Niepo still had the same thought, which was that Xiao Liner's secret was not that troublesome.

However, now that he looked at them, he saw three people sitting on his left side. Among them, the letter given to him by the Fourteenth Prince was placed right in front of the middle-aged man with white hair who was sitting in the middle of the room.

"Changmen Niepo?" Changmen Niepo had just boarded, and before he had the time to carefully look at his surroundings, the middle-aged white-haired man sitting in the middle had already opened his mouth. The moment he opened his mouth, an unprecedented sense of pressure overcame him.

With this pressure, Changmen Niepo's knees couldn't help but bend, and he would probably kneel down to them in the near future.

"Damn it!"

This was completely out of Changmen Niepo's expectations, from the very beginning, to the end, it gave people pressure. Moreover, it was obvious that Changmen Niepo was not any weaker than that person. Furthermore, to put it in Changmen Niepo's own words, any one of the three seated within the room would be able to push themselves to the brink of death with half a finger.

He did not know why, but the stubborn temper in Changmen Niepo's body seemed to have been activated. Just as he was about to kneel down and kowtow heavily, a low growl that came from deep within his throat slowly opened his eyes like a lion waking up from its slumber.

"… …." "Ya …"

He let out a low growl, a deep growl. Rather than saying it came from the depths of his throat, it would be more accurate to say it came from the depths of his soul. That roar echoed throughout the entire fifth floor, the entire tower, and even the entire manor.

At this moment, what Changmen Niepo did not know was that the area around the stage had long been surrounded by White Robe Swordsman dressed in white, and there were even a few sword artists dressed in white and yellow.

Surrounding the arena, they heard the low roars coming from above the tower. The roars were getting louder and heavier. At some point in time, even the people below the tower could not bear it any longer. They might not be able to stand it if they were to step on it.

"It must have begun." A few White Robe Swordsman s said indifferently.

"Being able to withstand Mister's Spiritual Pressure is rare!"

"Indeed, it is no small matter. Otherwise, the Fourteenth Prince wouldn't have brought that item for him to bring."

...

Below the tower, it was not very lively, but the discussion between the crowd was quite extraordinary. On the tower, Changmen Niepo was suppressed by the formless spirit pressure to the point that he almost couldn't breathe, as though he was unable to catch his breath.

It would be alright if he just couldn't catch it in the next breath. However, the problem was that it was not as simple as being unable to connect in the next breath. That spirit pressure, that spirit energy, not only was he unable to catch his breath, even Changmen Niepo felt that the spirit energy flow around his body had started to slow down, as if it was being condensed or pulled by something.

"Fuck you."

Changmen Niepo could not help but curse ruthlessly in his heart. In the four years he had been here, he had never met such an abnormal person. If the spiritual pressure from the surrounding spiritual energy were to really fight, then it would be fatal. He probably wouldn't even be able to use one of the fingers on the other person's hand before he was completely crushed to death.

"With the strength of the Body Forging Sixth Grade, to be able to endure till now is already not easy." Finally, the other side spoke up. However, the subordinate did not seem to have any intentions of slowing down. Instead, he even seemed to have the intention of strengthening his words.

Strengthening?

If I were to continue strengthening them, I'm afraid … There was no need to think too much into it, Changmen Niepo also knew what the consequences would be. Either he was crushed to death by this spiritual energy, or his spiritual energy could not withstand the external pressure and exploded, resulting in his death. It didn't matter if he was crushed to death by the white haired middle-aged man's spiritual energy or if the spiritual energy in his body couldn't withstand the explosion and died. Without a doubt, they would all be incomparably miserable.

And what Changmen Niepo did not expect was that the secret on Xiao Liner's body would actually involve these people. Indistinctly, he could already feel that the secret on Xiao Liner's body was extraordinary. If it were to be compared to a military secret, it would probably be above [S] class.

"However," the white haired man's voice did not seem to be finished, "Even if you have the Fourteenth Prince's keepsake and want us to believe you, you also want to know some secrets about Xiao Liner. With just that level …"

"Yes …" It's not enough... "Enough is enough …" With that, Changmen Niepo squeezed out from that "narrow" throat with his lungs almost bursting out.

"Alright!" When this word "good" came out from the mouth of the white-haired man, it was really not good for Changmen Niepo at all. Just as he uttered the word "good", Changmen Niepo actually felt as though he couldn't breathe anymore. That's right, he couldn't breathe any more, as if he had been placed in a vacuum.

Damn secret, damn secret. It was as if he was being dragged in by a trap, and it was the kind of trap that he was willing to enter.

What he said was right. Curiosity killed the kitten. He, Changmen Niepo, was the curious cat who was killed.

Die?

It would be such a shame if he just died without knowing why. That's right, disgrace, disgrace! What Changmen Niepo was thinking about now was shameful. Die? To him, in a word, a man is born dead, whether he is lighter than a feather or heavier than a mountain, eighteen years from now you have to call me a lord!

"Oh, aren't you afraid of death?" The middle aged man looked like he was reading the thoughts of others, as he read Chang Meniepo's heart through and through.

"Very good, very good. How about we make a game?" The middle-aged man continued.

Game? If Changmen Niepo could say something, he would have already greeted his eighteen generations of ancestors. Game your sister!

"You must have seen the arena below the tower when you came here. If you can last fifty rounds against those white-clothed Sword Guards, then I will recognize you and tell you some of the things that you know."

In his heart, Changmen Niepo once again "happily" greeted the eighteen generations of the white-haired middle-aged man's ancestors. It wasn't that Changmen Niepo hadn't seen those White Robed Sword Guard s in fifty rounds, but just one of them.

"Don't worry," he seemed to once again be able to see through Changmen Niepo's thoughts, "They know where to 'show mercy'."

Being lenient, why did Changmen Niepo feel so awkward hearing that? As for those four words, they were like six words: Do not show any mercy.