The cultivation master

Mr. Tangor, having refreshed his throat, looked at the curious faces of the attendees with a smile and waved his hand quickly. "Dear Friends! Please. You know how things are these days. Please understand that I'm a professional. It's not like I usually do this."

Then he leaned forward and said in a quiet voice, "But the truth is very different from what you think."

"What? What do you mean? Are you saying the Sword Sect didn't act out of righteousness?"

Mr. Tangor immediately leaned back and let out a foolish laugh: "Ah! No, my friend. You're mistaken."

Then, with a serious face, he continued: "But that's not the whole story."

Sargon smiled, still listening to their conversation.

"You know that Murim is a complex society. It used to be called the Three Great Murim. The borders were clear, and everything had order and structure, but after the rift opened and technology rapidly advanced, everything changed."

"Previously, the three groups of Murim were the Orthodox, Unorthodox, and Demonic, but now the currents of Murim have become much more complicated. The Reactionary Murim is a separate world that has rejected development and clings to traditions, while the Main Murim has tried to adapt. But the problem started when the Reactionary Murim tried to impose its beliefs. It attacked many lands and killed many heroes. Even the Reactionary Orthodox factions played a significant role in these massacres, tarnishing the name of Orthodoxy and righteousness!"

"Well, doesn't that make them want to do something to reclaim their lost name?" one of the attendees said.

Tangor smirked. "Maybe, but do you think it's worth spending a lot of resources just to clear a name you didn't tarnish when you can simply deny your association with that faction and clear your own name?"

The attendees thought for a moment. Tangor's words sparked an idea in their minds that they hadn't considered before.

[He's right. Spending all that effort and cost just to clear a name doesn't make sense. So what's the real reason behind the Sword Sect's actions?]

Sargon leaned on his cane with a serious face. He exuded a terrifying aura that kept the waitstaff away from him.

Mr. Tangor snapped his fingers. "Now do you understand?"

Everyone became all ears. Tangor's words, which had seemed like the nonsense of a shameless man until that moment, suddenly changed and now sounded like the secrets of Murim.

[Where does he know these things from?]

[Could Tangor actually be a martial arts master working for the Hao Sect?]

[Tangor knows more than he shows. We need to find out what's really going on in this damned world! We can't even trust the righteous society.]

Mr. Tangor leaned forward and said in a mysterious tone: "The main reason for the Sword Sect's actions isn't to protect the weak. This sect is seeking revenge!"

"It goes back to three years ago in the city of Fei-Yun."

Mr. Tangor gestured to a girl wearing an apron: "The story of Fi-Yun and its untold secrets isn't something I want to talk about here. How about we get a few bottles of drink and head back to the Spring Petal Estate?"

"Or maybe not. Hahaha… We can pretend this conversation never happened and move on to another topic."

Everyone inwardly cursed Tangor and his lineage.

[You sly fox, so this was your plan all along. You wanted us to take the bait so you could drag us to that damned Spring Petal Estate and gather dirt on us! But if you really know something that might explain all this misery, it might be worth the risk!]

[You bastard Tangor!! So this was your plan all along. Like a dirty rat, you clawed at every hole to find some rotten cheese for yourself. But this time, you set a good trap. Now we're all curious, and it's the perfect time to reel us in.]

With a look full of doubt, the attendees glanced at each other. In silence, they tried to decide whether to accompany Tangor or not. They were married men, and a brothel was the last place they wanted to be seen.

Finally, they agreed to accompany him. A dozen men, surrounded by flirtatious girls, headed towards the Spring Petal Estate at the end of the neighborhood with a few bottles of drink.

In the street, all kinds of people could be seen, but that large group stood out like a sore thumb, drawing all the attention.

They endured the pitiful and contemptuous looks of the people, the sneers, and all the whispered insults until they passed through a red gate. Then they reached a stone staircase that passed through bare trees. Beside them, a small waterfall cascaded down, originating from the clear stream beside the street.

A little further, the road plunged into the forest and extended for several hundred meters in this manner.

Now they walked along the shore, seeing the boats from a much closer distance. A little further ahead, there was a small wooden dock on the water, with a few broad petals and water lilies beside it.

Mr. Tangor, with his particular sense of humor, tried to distract his companions from their thoughts. He instructed the girls to play, sing, and dance along the way.

And it must be said, he was quite successful.

[My God! Even though I know I'm walking into this man's trap, why don't I feel any discomfort? Why does it seem like deep down, I've always wanted to come this way? Is it because of the beauty of this area or the events I know will happen at the Spring Petal Estate? Or maybe it's the effect of the beautiful music and the girls' dancing that has rejuvenated our spirits?!]

But there was really no answer to this question…