Chapter 1153: Hu Baiwan, the Blue-Clothed Guest from Gusu

“‘Ignoring what goes on outside’—is that what they mean about people from the Central Plains like you?”
Whether it was due to the mysterious Western Region woman’s strong charm or the fact that she seemed to carry no weapons at all, the old servant who had always guarded the man in white closely this time made an exception and did not stop her from approaching.
The skilled warrior from the later stages of the myth silently kept a vigilant gaze, yet he did not move an inch, standing quietly behind the man in white as he stared at the mysterious Western Region woman, who leaned forward with her body twisted like that of a beautiful serpent.
The mysterious Western Region woman was clearly skilled in martial arts, but she remained indifferent to the wary looks from the old man behind the man in white. Her enchanting eyes gazed tenderly at the handsome young man’s profile: “Are you a scholar from the Central Plains, a talented man?”
She seemed to have an almost fanatical obsession with scholars from the Central Plains, staring intently at the man in white as he sipped from his cup.
She gave off a sense of sincerity and warmth, and with her repeated inquiries, even the man in white felt that it would be a sin to remain indifferent any longer.
Frowning slightly, the man in white turned to her and said, “I haven’t yet asked for your name, miss.”
For the first time, the man in white spoke. Not only Silver Fox, Shadow, and all the other martial artists pricked up their ears, but even the group of red-robed Lamaists in the side room showed keen interest, their eyes fixed on him.
“Oh.”
The mysterious Western Region woman covered her mouth lightly, eyes wide, as if suddenly remembering something important: “Oh right, I almost forgot. People from the Central Plains place great emphasis on etiquette. When we meet by chance, we should first introduce ourselves… My name is Osaaya. What’s yours…” Her tone turned cheerful, her playful and adorable demeanor making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze.
“Osaaya…”
The man in white murmured, “A very special name.” His sincere words, combined with his handsome appearance, made him appear even more like a dashing young gentleman.
Before his words faded, a fragrant breeze blew across.
The man in white felt a flash of movement in front of him, and suddenly, something soft and fragrant appeared in his arms. For the first time, a hint of softness appeared on his usually calm and cold face.
The others in the inn gasped in surprise. The seemingly perfect beauty “Osaaya,” with her fluttering black veil, voluntarily threw herself into the man in white’s arms, her slender wrist lazily wrapping around his neck as she quickly pressed a kiss on his face.
Silence fell over the inn!

Everyone stared at the young man in the white robe in Xiangyu’s arms; the gazes of all the male beings were filled with heat and jealousy…
Only a few Hu people in the side room on the right didn’t show much surprise at Osaaya’s actions, though the leader among them had a displeased expression.
…
“This beauty is truly straightforward and bold.”
“To remain unmoved despite having such a beauty by his side—this kid has great luck with women. I wonder which prestigious family’s heir he is.” Daozi stared with a hint of envy at the mysterious Western woman’s delicate, boneless yet wild-looking tan skin, inwardly marveling.
At that moment, Silver Fox suddenly spoke in a serious tone, “I was right after all.”
“What?”
“This woman has made that old man very nervous. She’s probably at least a peak expert in the Mythical Realm, or even a master of the Heavenly Dao…”
“Impossible?”
Daozi and the others were shocked! They couldn’t believe that this woman, who seemed like a beauty and posed no threat or disgust, was actually a master-level figure.
“Someone who can make that old man nervous must be extraordinary!”
Silver Fox explained softly, “You should have noticed that the young man in white isn’t nervous at all. His strength is likely even greater than that of his attendant.”
“…” The three of them had no objections to this.
The young man in white remained utterly calm from start to finish. Everyone in the hall was emotionally stirred by the appearance of the mysterious Western woman, but he paid no attention at all. Even when she descended beside him as if from the sky, he didn’t spill a drop of wine. His demeanor was natural, his expression calm—exuding an aura of profound composure untouched by external influences.
A master!
An absolute master!!
“Investigate the identities of these two people.” Inside the Longmen Inn, Meiying, who had also noticed the young man in white’s extraordinary nature and had just arrived, stared intently at his profile and gave a firm order.
“Understood.” A homing pigeon shot out from Wu Kuo’s hand.
…
“Osaaya, can you come down?”
“Why? Don’t you like Osaaya?”
Her bright, charming eyes and undisguised joy were extremely alluring.
“It’s our first meeting. As the old saying goes, men and women should not touch each other.”
“Men and women should not touch each other… I just like how the scholars from your Central Plains recite poetry with such flair. But you’re even more beautiful.” Osaaya’s innocent and romantic tone, combined with her perfect angelic face and devilish figure, was a huge temptation to every man around her, making them wish they could take her place. Yet this only made many admire the young man in white even more for his ability to stay composed.

“You still haven’t told Osaaya your name.”
Osaaya obediently got off the man in the white shirt but didn’t return to her seat. Instead, she stayed close to him. Many people in the inn still saw relief on the man in the white shirt’s face.
Many pricked up their ears…
“Lan Shan Ke from Gusu.”
The man in the white shirt’s reply shocked many present, as if they had just realized something.
“Are you from the Murong family in the Central Plains? A prominent family?” Osaaya asked, her eyes shining, expressing the doubt in everyone’s mind.
“…”
The man in the white shirt smiled without speaking, neither nodding nor denying.
Yet his demeanor and bearing indeed carried the air of a noble family, and many believed him to be another genius from the Murong family—one even surpassing Murong Fu.
Just as everyone was listening to their conversation, hoping to gain useful information, a loud noise suddenly came from the side room on the right!
Everyone in the inn was shocked.
The leader of the barbarians glared at the man in the white shirt and Osaaya with a displeased expression…
The barbarian who spoke Chinese stood up proudly:
“Osaaya, my master warns you—stop being so affectionate with this boy from the Central Plains. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee he’ll leave the desert alive.”
Everyone in the inn sensed jealousy in his words and looked at the leader of the barbarians in surprise.
It seemed there was some kind of relationship between him and Osaaya.
Osaaya’s reaction was also strange! She shot an angry look toward the side room: “Who I like doesn’t require you, Hu Baiwan, to interfere!”
“But don’t forget—without my master, how would you have achieved what you have today?” the barbarian sneered.
“It was your master who was infatuated; he brought everything to us himself,” Osaaya replied, her angry expression wild and alluring. She paused then added, “Today, at Longmen Inn, I’ll give you what you need from the Desert Palace. Then, we’ll be even! No one owes anyone anything!”
Hearing this, everyone in the inn understood and showed shocked expressions…
Hu Baiwan!
The richest man in the world, Hu Baiwan!!
The one who had established the Myriad Beasts Villa in the Central Plains, trying to weaken the martial artists there with his treasures—was right before their eyes!
No wonder there were master warriors leading the way everywhere, with such grandeur!
“So it’s him after all!”
“It seems the legends about the Desert Palace are mostly true!”

“Otherwise, it’s impossible for someone like Hu Baiwan to come in person.” Shadow, Silver Fox, and the others grew excited.
The treasure room in Wanshou Villa, filled with items casually left by Hu Baiwan, already made them yearn for it greatly—items that had made countless heroes from the Central Plains bow in respect. If even Hu Baiwan himself was drawn to the treasures of Longmen Inn, one can only imagine the allure of the Desert Palace!
“Gather our troops!”
Shadow reacted immediately, his tone serious and decisive, urging Wu Kuo to release a second messenger pigeon swiftly.
Silver Fox and the other players in the inn felt an intense surge of excitement.
However, many were more curious about the relationship between this mysterious woman from the Western Regions and Hu Baiwan, and wanted to know more about the Desert Palace.
What was known so far was that the mysterious woman seemed to owe Hu Baiwan a favor and intended to enter the Desert Palace to help him obtain what he wanted, thereby repaying the debt and settling things evenly.
But Hu Baiwan’s reaction was even more peculiar…
His cold gaze swept over the young man in white beside Aoya, and in halting Chinese, he said, “You… are interested in this scholar?”
“It’s none of your business.”
Aoya saw the murderous intent in Hu Baiwan’s eyes and straightened up slightly, her expression turning serious—she knew Hu Baiwan well. Not only did he have many skilled allies around him and enjoy treatment akin to that of an emperor, but he was also a master himself. If not for the fact that they were at the border between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, no one could stop Hu Baiwan from taking the treasures from the Desert Palace! But it would be easy for him to kill someone.
The martial artists in Longmen Inn could sense Hu Baiwan’s murderous intent toward the young man in white, and they all became cautious…
“You are the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions. In the entire Western Regions, and even the whole world, only my master is worthy of you. A king’s woman belongs to no one else.”
As Hu Baiwan muttered these words, the Turkic man who spoke Chinese spoke again, his voice brimming with murderous intent!
As soon as he finished speaking!
A group of red-robed lamas behind them all showed fierce expressions. They stepped out slowly from the side room, surrounding the old man and the young man.
Yet they didn’t dare to act right away!
After all…
Although the young man in white seemed to have low cultivation, possessing only courage and presence, the one standing behind him was a true master at the late stage of the Mythical Realm, a grandmaster-level figure. No one dared to be too reckless.
“Hu Baiwan!”
Aoya stood up in anger.
Hu Baiwan leisurely raised his cup but said nothing.

As the pressure from the encircling red-robed lamas grew stronger, the old man in the later stages of the Mythical Realm darkened his expression and tucked his hands into his sleeves. The smell of gunpowder in the inn grew intenser! Just then, the young man in white spoke up, “Osaya, you should leave…” At these words, everyone in the inn showed expressions of shock and contempt, including Osaya herself, who couldn’t believe that the previously calm man in blue from Gusu had been overwhelmed by Hu Baiwan’s imposing aura. Had he given up? But the next words spoken by the young man in white made everyone’s hearts tighten!