I picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, "If Senior Sister insists on me saying something, I can only say that if it were me, I wouldn't bother searching for the mystery of the White family grandmaster's disappearance."

"The feud between the Wang and White families has lasted for generations. Regardless of the truth back then, many descendants of both families have already died. This blood feud cannot be resolved even if the truth is found. Why should I waste my energy on this?"

Wang the Butcher looked at me with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "If you were a member of the Wang family, wouldn't you want to clear your ancestor's name?"

I shook my head, "After a hundred years, the rights and wrongs of the past have long become stories."

"If the Wang family ancestor was right, would the White family descendants bow their heads to the Wang family and admit their mistake, or make some kind of compensation? Definitely not! The White family members won't remember their ancestor's arrogance and aggressiveness, but only how many descendants of the White family died in battle."

"In other words, if the Wang family ancestor was wrong, would Senior Sister atone for the ancestor's sins? At least, I haven't heard of anyone seeking revenge on the descendants of their enemies purely because of the grievances of their predecessors, unless the other party has some other purpose."

Wang the Butcher smiled, "You're right. Counting my generation, there hasn't been any conflict between the Wang and White families for three generations. So, I don't have the desire to search for the truth either."

Wang the Butcher stared at me intently, "Junior Brother, I want to ask you another question."

"This time, if I help you track down Bai Hongzhen's Earth Soul, I'm bound to run into the White family. What attitude should I take towards the White family?"

I smiled, "The choice is up to Senior Sister. If Senior Sister says fight, I will draw my blade against the White family. If Senior Sister says peace, as long as the White family doesn't go too far, I will turn a blind eye."

I didn't expect Wang the Butcher to reach out and pinch my face, "Little Junior Brother, you really know how to read people's minds. Tell your sister, how many girls have you tricked?"

I was dumbfounded!

What's going on?

Teasing me?

Doesn't seem like it! Wang the Butcher seems more like she's playing with a child.

But am I a child? I'm already in my twenties.

I looked at Ye Yang with a horrified expression, and the latter actually winked at me. Feng Ruoxing couldn't help but "pfft" and burst out laughing.

Wang the Butcher laughed so hard that she bent over, "Little Junior Brother, you're so cute. Come, come, let's drink. We'll set off early tomorrow morning."

Wang the Butcher had just raised her wine bowl when her expression suddenly changed, and her beautiful eyes became filled with killing intent.

At this moment, the Wang family's gate was also blasted open, and more than a dozen Jianghu (martial world) practitioners dressed in white stood side by side on the winding mountain road, facing the Wang family mansion. The leader bowed slightly, "Bai San, Outer Affairs Manager of the Slaughtering Gate White Family, seeks an audience with the Wang family grandmaster."

As Bai San spoke, the people behind him had already thrown down a bloody tortoise shell and a severed snake body.

Wang the Butcher put down her wine bowl and looked at the other party with murderous intent, "Is this what you call seeking an audience?"

"The Wang family's gate-keeping spirit beasts are ignorant of etiquette and must be unruly. I took the liberty of disciplining the gate-keeping spirit beasts on behalf of the Wang family." As Bai San spoke, he naturally walked into the Wang family mansion.

My eyes turned cold, and I was about to attack, but Wang the Butcher moved first. I only saw a flash of red at the entrance of the mansion, and Wang the Butcher returned to her original position, picking up the wine bowl as if nothing had happened.

After Wang the Butcher's hand returned to the table, Bai San's head rolled to the ground.

Wang the Butcher said with a normal expression, "Anyone who enters my Wang family's gate must leave something behind. Now, get out!"

The White family's men didn't move, and I heard Bai San's laughter coming from outside the door, "Haha... The Wang family grandmaster is nothing more than this. It seems the Wang family has really declined, not only is there only a woman in charge, but she also has the name of a grandmaster without the substance."

As Wang the Butcher's face turned green, I also put down my wine bowl, "Bai San, is it? Leave a leg behind, and the rest of you leave an ear each, and crawl out of here. Otherwise, leave your lives behind."

Bai San turned to look at me, "Who are you?"

I said lightly, "Li Po of the Two Realms Hall!"

"Some nobody..." Before Bai San's sneer could fade, my Midnight Curved Blade had already left my hand. The black light, like fire, flashed out, swept across Bai San's thigh, and returned to my hand.

I turned my back to Bai San, caught the curved blade, and sheathed it. As the sound of the Midnight’s handguard colliding with the scabbard faded, the blade energy that Midnight had carried into Bai San's body exploded, and one of Bai San's legs flew out of the door on the spot. He himself fell to the ground with a scream.

I supported my blade and said in a deep voice, "Your ears, are you going to cut them off yourselves, or do I have to do it?"

The White family member pointed at me and shouted sternly, "Li, don't push us too far. We, the White family..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, I said in a deep voice, "Two ears!"

Feng Ruoxing casually broke a piece of porcelain from the plate, held it in his hand, and with a little force, the porcelain piece was immediately divided into two. With a flick of Feng Ruoxing's fingers, the porcelain pieces turned into two white lights, brushed past both sides of the person's head, and the person's ears fell to the ground.

As the White family members tried to rescue their companions, chopsticks flew out from the table one after another, accurately piercing the palms of several White family disciples who were holding medicine and wanted to save people.

I said coldly, "If I don't say anything, whoever dares to heal will die."