Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"Farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) carried the unconscious Han Xinyan on his back.

Han Xinyu was also there at this time. She carefully supported her unconscious mother, Mrs. Han. Mrs. Han was frail, and it seemed that all her pain and fatigue burst out at this moment.

Making her look extremely vulnerable, Han Xinyu's eyes were filled with worry and uneasiness, but she bit her lips tightly, trying hard not to let the tears fall. She knew that she had to be strong at this moment, for her mother and for the whole family.

Looking at the backs of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), Han Xinyu and others as they left, among the several mysterious black-robed men wearing various masks standing next to the leader of the Yanhui, a black-robed man wearing a wolf-shaped mask stood out particularly. His eyes were sharp and deep, as if he could penetrate the void and look directly into the depths of people's hearts.

The black-robed man with a wolf-shaped mask slowly walked to the side of the chief of the Yanhui. An imperceptible aura circulated with him, making the air around him seem a little heavier. He stood beside the chief, looking at the back that gradually disappeared at the end of his sight, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

After a moment, the black-robed man with the wolf-shaped mask looked at his own Yanhui leader and spoke slowly.

"Master, how do we settle this matter?"

His voice was low and slightly doubtful, low and magnetic, and every word seemed to contain unfathomable contemplation and exploration. It was obvious that he was a little puzzled by the tolerant attitude of the leader of his own Yanhui.

As soon as the words fell, the air around them seemed to freeze, and those black-robed men wearing various masks all turned their gazes to their own Yanhui leader, waiting for his answer. Every one of them was curious about their leader's decision, and even a little bit unbelievable.

In their view, Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) behavior has violated the interests of the Yanhui. According to the Yanhui's usual practice, it will not easily let go of any behavior that challenges its authority.

However, the leader of the Yanhui seemed to have his own considerations. An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and he was playing with a red jade pendant in his hand. It was the symbol of the Yanhui and also the symbol of his power.

He was silent for a moment, and the leader of the Yanhui slowly turned around. His sharp eyes pierced through the phoenix eyes on the mask. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, piercing through the eye holes of the wolf-shaped mask and looking directly into the eyes of the man in black robe.

His eyes were as sharp as swords, revealing unfathomable thoughts and plans, as if he was weighing every possible consequence and variable. The leader of the Yanhui knew in his heart that his decision might indeed cause doubts and even dissatisfaction among some of his subordinates.

However, as the leader of the entire organization, the chief of Yanhui must take the broader situation into consideration. Every decision he makes has an impact on the entire organization, not only affecting the present of Yanhui, but also affecting its future destiny.

"What if I don't remember it?"

The leader of the Yan Society asked in a deep voice. His voice was calm and deep, but it naturally brought out an unquestionable majesty. This majesty did not come from his words.

Rather, it stems from his control over the Yanhui organization and his deep understanding of the current situation.

Faced with the question from his chief, the black-robed man wearing a wolf-shaped mask could not help but fall into deep thought. He knew that the chief's words contained a deeper meaning, and there must be a well-thought-out strategy behind it.

At this time, the Yanhui chief's eyes were as penetrating as a torch. He naturally saw the doubt and confusion in the eyes of the black-robed man wearing a wolf-shaped mask. He had seen this kind of look too many times.

Every new member who joins the Yan Society usually has such a look when facing his decision for the first time, so the leader of the Yan Society spoke slowly, his tone calm but full of penetrating power.

"Li Qingmo is not an ordinary person. You may not fully understand his origins."

The leader of the Yan Society spoke, his voice low and powerful, his words were like a heavy stone, thrown into the lake of the hearts of everyone present, stirring up circle of ripples.

His eyes swept over everyone present, making sure that the black-robed men around him who were wearing various masks were focusing their attention on him. His eyes were like a sharp blade, cutting through everyone's eyes, making people involuntarily feel awe.

"Not to mention that his martial arts skills are so strong that he ranks among the best in our Yanhui, and he is a disciple of Taoist Shuiyun, the number one master of Xiandu Sect. More importantly, he has a background that cannot be ignored."

The words of the Yanhui chief revealed his deep fear of Li Qingmo. He knew that Li Qingmo was not only a martial arts genius, but also a person with a powerful background. He paused and continued.

"He, Li Qingmo, is not only a disciple of the Xiandu Sect, but also the son of Li Zongsheng, the [Marquis of Pingyang] who was personally conferred the title by the Jin barbarians. This means that he not only has strong personal strength, but also has the support of a powerful force."

The voice was low and full of seriousness, and every word was like a heavy stone, pressing on the hearts of everyone present.

The words of the Yanhui chief made everyone present fall silent. They looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes. Li Qingmo's identity was even more prominent than they had imagined. He was not just an ordinary martial arts genius, but a person with a very powerful background.

"If we insist on pursuing what happened today, it will not only cause unnecessary trouble, but may even touch upon politically sensitive nerves, bringing unpredictable risks to our Yanhui."

The leader of the Yanhui continued, his tone revealing a sense of caution and worry. He knew that once a person like Li Qingmo was involved, it might lead to a series of complicated problems, and might even bring disastrous consequences to the Yanhui.

Those present were all the heads of various halls in the Yan Society. When they heard this, they couldn't help but feel apprehensive. They knew that their chief would never say such words easily. Once he said such words, it meant that the seriousness of the matter was far beyond their imagination.

For a moment, their views on Li Qingmo changed. It was no longer pure hatred, but a bit of awe and vigilance. They had understood the importance of Li Qingmo and would handle matters related to him more carefully.

At this moment, the black-robed man wearing a wolf-shaped mask was silent for a moment. His eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity, as if he was digesting the words of his own Yanhui's leader. A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, as if in this instant.

He understood many deeper meanings that had never been touched upon before. He knew clearly in his heart that the leader of the Yanhui was never a person who gave up easily, and every time he forbeared, there must be far-reaching considerations behind it.

The body under the black robe was slightly tense, as if he was thinking about some important decision. He knew very well that every decision made by the leader of his own Yan Society contained wisdom and strategy. Since he said so, there must be a certain deeper meaning.

This might be a higher-level strategic layout, a chess game that only the chief could see through. He gently stroked the edge of the mask with his fingers, his heart filled with awe and trust. He knew that what the chief showed was not only strength, but also accurate prediction of the future and perfect control of the situation.

"We are not afraid of him, but since Li Qingmo has the ability to break into our club single-handedly and rescue the three members of the Han family, his strength and courage are enough to be admired."

The leader of the Yanhui continued speaking, his voice carrying a hint of admiration as well as a hint of deep thought. His gaze was as sharp as a bird of prey, but at this moment it fell on Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) receding back.

As if he was examining a respectable opponent or a potential ally, his eyes revealed complex emotions, including appreciation for the extraordinary abilities demonstrated by Li Qingmo, as well as consideration of the possible consequences of this incident.

"Moreover, he rejected our invitation, which shows that he has his own firm stance and principles, but he has not made any enemies with us. It is much more beneficial for such a person to become a friend than an enemy."

His voice was low and full of meaning, his eyes sparkled with deep thoughts about the future, and his words revealed the thoughtful consideration of a strategist. He knew that in this complex world, being able to turn enemies into friends was a sign of great wisdom.