There was still a month until the martial arts tournament, but the various major sects and factions had already planted their people in Jingyuan Town early.
At this time, Su Mu’s premium room felt particularly cozy.
The maid was a bit nervous.
But leaving only Qing’er alone in the room still made her somewhat worried.
She looked at the two eight-foot-tall men standing at the door, their heads almost as high as the doorframe.
Qing’er secretly broke out in a sweat, but she couldn’t afford to lose face, so she braced herself and blocked the doorway.
The top-class experts at this tournament naturally wouldn’t stoop to this level, but the two who had knocked on the door were the so-called Meishan Two Brothers, who had some reputation.
That didn’t mean they could be underestimated.
According to rumors, these two were blood brothers.
The elder was Zhang Shou Nan, the younger Zhang Ci Nan.
They were always inseparable, and their martial arts complemented each other.
When fighting together, they could unleash the power of nine dragons and nine elephants, matching two second-rate experts.
Over the years, the two had made quite a name for themselves in the martial world.
Though they had no sect, few independent practitioners dared to provoke them.
However, their bullying ways had also earned them many enemies.
But they weren’t stupid brutes who relied solely on force.
They only dared to bully the weak without a sect, while flattering the major sects, which saved them from many lethal disasters.
These two always loved to ape refined tastes, especially the habit of seducing and abandoning women.
Over the years, they had ruined countless girls and had visited the various branches of Flower Full Tower many times, making them rare big clients.
Such lust-blinded fools were easy to deceive.
Women with seductive techniques could easily enchant them.
If Su Mu had wished, they would have long been ruined by a honey trap.
If these vicious men came knocking, but if they knew the room housed the courtesan Yue Rong, it would only give Su Mu a bigger headache.
If they knew this was the private room of the Flower Full Tower chief, they probably wouldn’t dare to be so reckless.
Right now, the two brothers were just here to fight for a seat.
Seeing such a tender green-haired girl behind the door, the two big men restrained some of their murderous aura and instead gave her lecherous looks.
“This little lady, where is your master?”
Qing’er wrinkled her nose, thought for a moment, then slammed the door shut, blocking the Meishan Two Brothers outside.
A moment later, Zhang Shou Nan, the leader, knocked again, but Qing’er just pulled the covers over her head and ignored him.
The chief said not to reveal their identity, so it was better to ignore them.
Of course, Qing’er recognized them.
They were the “rich but stupid” Meishan Two Fools, as the Qing girls called them.
Every time they came with heavy gold to request a meeting with a ‘red plaque’ who sold art but not her body, they ended up being fobbed off by some heavily made-up common prostitute.
The two even felt smug, thinking the red plaque girls were smitten with them and thus made an exception to sell art but not their bodies.
In truth, after half a lifetime in brothels, they had never even touched a true Flower Full Tower disciple, and everyone laughed at them.
But though they were stupid, their strength was real.
After a moment, the furious Zhang Shou Nan, veins bulging, channeled the Dragon Elephant Technique in his rage.
His right arm immediately swelled, bursting his sleeve, muscles knotted, and a lifelike black Qilin tattoo snarled frighteningly.
The reason they had sought out Su Mu’s room was that they had made inquiries.
On the third floor, besides this master and maid pair, there was no one they could afford to provoke.
When they learned how unusual this was, the two brothers were quite cautious—until they asked the innkeeper.
Over the years, many wealthy merchants had tried to buy a spot outside the martial arts tournament with heavy gold.
These people were the easiest to handle.
Even a second-rate martial artist could scare them into submission with a single display of skill, and they would be treated as honored guests.
With this in mind, the two had come, but who would have thought they’d be rebuffed?
If not for the crowded inn where starting a fight would attract public anger, they would have broken down the door by now.
“Little girl, don’t be ungrateful and harm your master. If he sees us, he’ll be so scared he’ll kneel and kowtow…”
“Both of you, that’s enough.”
Just then, a cold voice interrupted Zhang Shou Nan’s words.
The tone was indifferent with a hint of chill.
Though not loud, it silenced Zhang Shou Nan’s booming voice.
Zhang Shou Nan gaped, only closing his mouth after a long while, unable to recover from the shock.
That was Voice Compression into a Thread, a technique requiring extremely refined internal energy and precise control.
It could convey messages in a noisy crowd or intimidate the petty, and even many first-rate experts hadn’t mastered it.
The newcomer was Lu Shan, and behind her was the yellow-haired boy tugging at her sleeve.
Ye Xiaobei had wanted to stop the two, but he wasn’t a hot-blooded fool with only chivalry.
He knew he couldn’t fight them head-on, so he had called Lu Shan.
In fact, he could have simply shown the identity jade token symbolizing the Heavenly Origin Mansion, but he didn’t want to rely on that power—as if his only support was the Heavenly Origin Mansion.
“Y-You are…”
Zhang Ci Nan, also stunned, couldn’t calm down for a long time.
Though the two brothers could combine to match a first-rate expert, the independent first-rate experts in the martial world were few.
Most came from prestigious sects with deep backgrounds.
Strength wasn’t their most powerful weapon; what they represented was not just themselves but also their large sect behind them.
“You don’t need to know. Get lost.”
Scolded by Lu Shan, the two burly men, though unwilling to show weakness to a gurl, lacked the confidence to confront her.
They swallowed their anger and walked downstairs.
On the staircase, the two big men walking side by side happened to block a pink-haired girl about to go upstairs.
“Hey, bros, if you’re that close, you can practice it in bed. Who are you blocking on the stairs?”
Su Mu put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised and the other lowered, glaring at them.
Since Su Mu had restored her disguise, she now looked completely like a frail scholar.
After coldly glancing at Su Mu twice, the two brothers exchanged looks and understood.
The scholar staying on the third floor must be this one.
Thinking that, their malicious intent surged, and they wanted to vent the frustration they had just suppressed onto Su Mu.
But when Su Mu saw the two coming down from the third floor, many thoughts raced through her mind, and the first one that surfaced was—
‘Boss, how can your premium room accommodate gay men?’