Well, there's no way you're going for free.

The pressure emanating from the four Martial Venerables caused the two people to tremble and cry out in terror, their hearts pounding as if about to leap from their chests.

"Seniors, please calm down, we won't run away, rest assured, rest assured!" Guan Yunpeng hurriedly put on an ingratiating smile, quickly reassuring the four, terrified they would unleash their fury upon them.

And so, drenched in cold sweat, Zhong Qing had already walked back to the martial arts school as the two cowered before the glowering Martial Venerables.

"Master!"

"What is it?" Yi Feng asked.

"It's that Guan Yunpeng from yesterday. He got into another fight near our martial arts school. Not only that, he broke two of our roof tiles!"

"What?!"

Yi Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

He had thought Guan Yunpeng wasn't a bad sort, but it turned out he was a troublemaker, fighting repeatedly outside his martial arts school.

Instantly, Yi Feng's dislike for Guan Yunpeng grew.

"Go, my disciple, drive them away as far as possible. And," Yi Feng said through gritted teeth, "tell them to compensate for my broken tiles. Don't show them any face."

"Yes, I understand, Master."

Zhong Qing's face darkened as he walked back outside.

Clearly, the Master was angry now.

Seeing Zhong Qing approach with a cold expression, Guan Yunpeng and Han Tianque's hearts skipped a beat. They immediately realized big trouble was afoot.

"My master is very upset about this matter," said Zhong Qing in a somber little face.

Hearing this, the two men's hearts sank.

"Also, Master said you must compensate for the broken tiles," Zhong Qing added.

"How should we compensate?"

Guan Yunpeng wiped his sweat and hurriedly asked.

"You tell me how you'll compensate," Zhong Qing shot back.

Guan Yunpeng was instantly at a loss.

Looking at the two broken tiles, just in terms of value, they were merely two coins for ordinary people.

But today's matter was clearly not as simple as just two tiles!

Thinking of this, Guan Yunpeng gritted his teeth and respectfully offered up the longsword in his hand.

After all, for a swordsman like him, the most precious thing was probably the sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Han Tianque also miserable offered up the longsword in his hand.

"What would I do with these crappy swords?" Zhong Qing disdainfully said, "We have piles of them just like these in our backyard!"

Uh...

Hearing this, the two men were instantly at a loss again.

That's right.

Wu Yonghong and the others were all at the saint level. How could swords like these catch their eyes?

What to do?

They didn't currently have anything more valuable than these swords on them.

Seeing Zhong Qing's increasingly impatient expression, Guan Yunpeng hurriedly said, "Don't get angry. Give us a month and we will definitely compensate."

"That's right, give us a month and we'll definitely pay you back." Han Tianque immediately chimed in.

"A month?"

Zhong Qing's brows furrowed.

For just two tiles, they needed a whole month?

These two looked decently dressed, yet they were this poor?

Seeing Zhong Qing remain silent, the two men shivered and fidgeted, not knowing what to do with their hands and feet.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance this one time. But if you're lying, don't ever let me see you again," Zhong Qing finally said viciously after some hesitation.

"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare!"

The two hurriedly agreed.

"Leave, leave, leave!"

Zhong Qing impatiently waved his hand.

Seeing this, Guan Yunpeng and Han Tianque revealed relieved expressions. They immediately left.

After getting far away from the martial arts school, the two finally let out big sighs of relief.

"Lucky nothing happened," said Han Tianque, still fearful.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yunpeng shot him a hateful look.

"Nothing happened, huh?"

"You can say that so lightly. I finally got in good with that guy, but you ruined it with one sword strike, and now we're in debt. And you say nothing happened?"

"I didn't mean it on purpose," Han Tianque said as cold sweat streamed down his face. He hurriedly waved his hands placatingly, "Calm down, calm down...!"

"F*** your calm!"

There was a flash of sword light in Guan Yunpeng's hand as he slashed at Han Tianque.

"Calm down, calm, calm down, ah...!"

Han Tianque dodged and immediately fled, with Guan Yunpeng hot on his heels, cursing and yelling. The two streaked away in streams of light, soon disappearing from view.

After they left, Zhong Qing reported the matter to Yi Feng, then replaced the broken tiles with spare ones.

Yi Feng didn't pursue the matter further. Sipping his morning tea, he thought about the money pot hidden under his bed.

Recently, there had been less and less money in it from time to time. Suspecting a thief, he had moved the money pot to a new location, which prevented any more money from disappearing.

Relieved, he was about to lie down on the lounge chair when he noticed yelling and cursing coming from outside the door.

Yi Feng went out and saw it was several young ladies from Yi Hong Yard.

"What are you all doing here? Did you come to play cards?" Yi Feng laughed and asked.

"Play cards? Yi Feng, I'm asking you, is there a person named Lu Benwei in your martial arts school?" asked the lead young lady, swaying her hips like a water snake, as she pointed at Yi Feng.

"Lu Benwei?" Yi Feng blinked in confusion as he puzzledly asked, "What Lu Benwei? Do you have the wrong place?"

"It's definitely Lu Benwei, absolutely no mistake," she insisted.

"That's right, he said his last name is Lu, and because he's so magnificent in bed, his name is Lu Benwei. We definitely won't forget," another young lady chimed in.

"Yes, we'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes!"

For a time, the group of ladies chattered noisily and tried to push their way into the martial arts school.

"Wait!"

Yi Feng hurriedly stopped them and helplessly said, "Ladies, don't get impulsive. Can we figure out what exactly happened first?"

"Fine, I'll tell you clearly," said the lead young lady angrily.

"That Lu Benwei ate and drank at our Yi Hong Yard for many days without paying. He said he was from your martial arts school and told us to come find him in seven days. Trusting him because of you, we believed him. But who would have thought, when the seven days were up, he disappeared!"

"That's right. At first he acted all generous, but it turns out he's that kind of person. Pointing out seven or eight girls each time, disgusting! If you don't have money then don't pretend to be a big spender."

"Humph, trying to get a free ride? No way!"

"You think running a business is easy? In this day and age, there are still freeloaders. I'm telling you Yi Feng, don't get in our way. Hurry up and get him out here to pay!"

"That's right, hurry up and get him out here to pay!"

As the group of ladies spoke, they stirred themselves into excitement again. Their words were filled with hatred for that Lu Benwei.

Yi Feng anxiously explained with a black face, "Ladies, while I sympathize with what happened to you all, our martial arts school really doesn't have a Lu Benwei!"

"Impossible, he said he was from your martial arts school."

"That's right, you must be hiding him."

"There really isn't!"

Yi Feng patiently explained.

But right after he finished speaking, a dark shadow behind him shot out like a wisp of smoke, wanting to escape.