Chapter Nine: The Flawless Elixir

Two burly men suddenly appeared, blocking Mu Feng’s path of retreat.

It was clear that the gambling den had noticed Mu Feng’s skills. If he continued winning, they might go bankrupt.

“Let’s go,” Mu Feng said without resistance as the two men flanked him and led him up to the second floor.

Since there was no way out, he decided to speak with his fists.

On the second floor, the three of them entered a room.

There sat a bald, burly man behind a small tea table, his cold eyes scanning Mu Feng indifferently.

A horrifying scar ran from the top of his head down to his chest, deeply unsettling.

“Young Master Mu, you’ve just arrived and have already been wreaking havoc here. That’s hardly reasonable,” the bald man said.

“With you like this, it’s hard for me to explain things to my superiors.”

He poured a cup of tea for Mu Feng, letting it overflow, his eyes fixed fiercely on him, as if ready to devour him.

“Can’t afford to lose? What kind of gambling den do you run? You’d be better off selling fish balls on the street.”

Mu Feng smiled and sat down, drinking the tea in one gulp.

At his words, the bald man’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

“Young Master, I respect the Mu family behind you, but don’t think we’re saints. You’re skilled in trickery. I admit defeat today. I only want half the winnings returned, and never to see you here again.”

“I can let you go.”

“Otherwise, even if I kill you here without a trace, no one will know!”

As he spoke, a terrifying aura burst forth.

He was at the tenth level of the Qi Condensation realm!

Not only that, the two men behind him also unleashed an incredible presence.

All three were experts no lower than the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

Running a gambling den like this meant they valued money over life. Compared to the thugs from the Xiao family, who had been entrenched in Yellow Sand Town for decades, these men were far more formidable.

Mu Feng knew the bald man was not bluffing.

But so what?

“Threaten me?”

“Why should I return the money I earned by my own skill?”

Mu Feng grinned broadly, crushing the teacup in his hand with a snap as displeasure crept into his tone.

“Threaten me all you want, you useless young master. Do you really think the Mu family still cares about you?”

“Today’s money, whether you give it or not—you will give it!”

Suddenly, the bald man stood, drawing a gleaming large knife from his waist and slashing straight at Mu Feng.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

Mu Feng’s long sword was already in hand.

The two weapons clashed, and the bald man was secretly shocked.

His proud right-hand knife was trembling in Mu Feng’s grip, even nicked by the sword.

“Attack!”

Seeing Mu Feng was troublesome, the two men behind rushed in swiftly.

They unleashed their fists and kicks, intent on subduing him.

Facing three high-level Qi Condensation experts for the first time, Mu Feng’s heart pounded fiercely, his eyes blazing with ferocity.

With one sword strike, he toppled the bald man, then spun to slash repeatedly at the two men behind.

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