Chapter 7: You are... Dabao?

Only then did Ye Beiling take a careful look.

Beneath an exquisite yet simple hairpin, her long hair cascaded down like spilled ink, resting upon her shoulders. Her oval face possessed soft lines, her thin eyebrows were like crescent moons, and her watery eyes were like clear springs; her slightly curled eyelashes lent her an air of laziness, masking a hint of coldness deep within her gaze.

She was beautiful without being gaudy, and delicate without being flirtatious. Facing that sword strike, she showed no fear, nor was she startled or disturbed.

"You are... Dabao?" Ye Beiling spoke after a long silence.

Mu Lingbo's expression changed instantly, her eyes filled with fury. "Mu... Xiao... Bao!"

"Sorry, Mother... Uncle, my mother isn't called Dabao. That's just the stage name I gave her, but she's never really liked it!"

Mu Lingbo raised an eyebrow and let out a cold snort of warning.

"Mother, don't be so tsundere! Actually, my mother's surname is Mu; if you call her Dabao, she'll get angry. Uncle, for the sake of your personal and property safety, please don't make any more mistakes," Mu Xiaobao suggested sincerely.

An expert surnamed Mu... he had never heard of one. But her strength was unfathomable; he couldn't even probe it.

One had to realize that his Sword Spirit was stable, and he was already a Mid-tier Sword God.

On the Beiming Continent, martial artists were distinguished from ordinary practitioners by the possession of a Sword Spirit. One had to cultivate a Sword Spirit from family secret manuals and then specialize in training Sword Qi levels. Ordinary commoners simply did not have those natural conditions.

From the initial stage of Swordsman to Sword Master, Sword God, and Sword Saint, every stage required a difficult and long process of tempering.

The number of Sword Saints on the entire continent could be counted on one hand, and those who could reach the level of Sword God were highly sought after in every nation.

Ye Beiling was naturally a standout among the younger generation, but this woman... what was her background?

"This horse-riding uncle, are you trying to slip away without anyone noticing?" The clear, childish voice rang out again, and all eyes immediately converged on Fu Lingrui once more.

Fu Lingrui found himself unable to move even a single step.

The child's voice was inescapable. "Uncle, you can leave if you want, but didn't you forget something before you go?"

His heart went cold; he knew he was screwed.

In front of two experts, he had absolutely no power to fight back.

"You, you... what do you want..." Fu Lingrui didn't dare move an inch, his arrogant aura finally vanishing completely. "What exactly did I forget?"

Mu Lingbo shook her head in relief. Fortunately, she had severed ties with the Fu family; otherwise, who would be willing to admit this was her brother?

Mu Xiaobao's clear voice let out a giggle as he specifically ran up to him and blinked. "Didn't you say you were going to treat me to drinks, Uncle? Did you forget? Excuse me, Uncle, how much does a toast cost, and how much does a penalty drink cost?"

The beads of sweat on Fu Lingrui's face grew more numerous, streaming down in large droplets.

Looking at the little boy standing right before him, a wicked thought had just begun to stir in his heart, but before he could even make a move, two pebbles accurately struck his knees, causing his strength to fail instantly as he knelt down.

Ye Beiling remained leaning against his ink-black sword. "As it happens, I am also curious how much the drinks cost. I'm afraid they won't be cheap."

Mu Xiaobao nodded vigorously. "That's right! And what did this uncle say his surname was just now?"

Fu Lingrui didn't dare make a sound.

Ye Beiling interjected with great interest, "It sounded like he said Fu."

"That's right! It's Fu, as in 'to pay'!" Mu Xiaobao clapped his hands. "Uncle Fu, your surname is so high-end and grand; you certainly wouldn't treat us to those cheap wines that cost several thousand gold per cup, right?"

Fu Lingrui nearly coughed up blood!

And what did he mean by "cheap wines that cost several thousand gold per cup"? Was it really okay to let a child who didn't understand the cost of living speak so recklessly?