"Mother, it’s rare for the young master to be in such good spirits; let’s drink a little longer," Qiu Dong said coquettishly, her gaze toward Chun i filled with a provocative edge, as if to say, "Let’s see who outdrinks whom tonight."
Chun i, unwilling to show weakness, paid no mind to her sister’s provocation. "Mother, my sister is right; let’s accompany the young master for a bit longer."
The old woman was sowhat at a loss. What was going on with her two daughters? The net was supposed to be closing, yet neither of them seed at all calculated—they were still here drinking.
This kind of situation had never occurred for the old woman before.
Lin Fan had already seen through the two young won’s antics; their quiet rivalry was clear as day, each refusing to yield to the other, waiting to prove who’s better.
And Lin Fan seized the opportunity. He praised one to make her giddy, then turned to praise the other, making her proud as well.
In the end, naturally, neither would back down. They’d continue to compete.
The old woman had drunk quite a bit. Although the drug’s efficacy hidden in the liquor had no effect on her, the alcohol itself was still intoxicating. Without knowing exactly the background of her opponent, she dared not invoke her demonic power recklessly.
She could only rely on her drinking stamina to endure.
"Young master, let rub your shoulders—that’ll definitely feel wonderful," Chun i’s mature and charming voice was pleasing to the ear, her tone seductive.
Lin Fan lightly stroked Chun i’s soft, smooth hands. "Alright, thank you for your effort."
Seeing her elder sister’s flirtatiousness, Qiu Dong refused to be outdone. "Young master, let feed you a bite of food."
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, that’s quite thoughtful of you too."
At this mont, the old woman had many things on her mind but didn’t know what to say.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that the man before her seed to revel in enjoying all the fortune at once.
It wasn’t quite the situation she’d imagined.
At that mont—
Knock, knock. The sound of knocking ca from beyond the door.
The old woman’s expression changed slightly. Late into the night, who could be coming at this hour? This was Kunyu Mountain; encountering this seemingly naive young man was surprising enough.
But that didn’t an Kunyu Mountain was full of naïve young n.
The old woman sat there deep in thought, montarily ignoring the persistent knocking sound at the door.
"Old madam, if you have nothing urgent to do, why don’t you go answer the door? I’m having a delightful ti playing with your two daughters here, and I’d rather not go myself," Lin Fan said.
"Very well, very well, young master; please wait a mont." The old woman hurriedly snapped out of her trance and went to open the door. She had no idea who could be here—this was like a proverbial wild card ruining their careful plans.
Not long after.
The old woman returned with a middle-aged man in tow. The man carried a long sword strapped to his back, wore a yellow Taoist robe, sported a whiskered mustache, and upon entering the room, began sniffing the air, as though searching for sothing.
He caught a faint scent of demonic energy.
Though it was faint, he could still detect it.
As he stepped inside, however, he saw Lin Fan sitting there enjoying fine food and drink, with two young won serving him.
With one glance, he confird that Lin Fan was human.
Yet, the two won exuded faint traces of demonic aura. Perhaps it had been suppressed through certain ans, but the man’s talent lay in his keen sense of sll for demonic energy; no matter how deeply concealed, he could sniff it out.
"Immortal Master, co and sit," the old woman welcod carefully, feeling that the situation was becoming complicated. She hadn’t expected a cultivator to suddenly appear; his attire and bearing made it unmistakably clear who he was.
The man took his seat and asked, "You seem very unfamiliar, fellow. What brings you here at this hour?"
"Kunyu Mountain is rife with demons—you’d best keep your eyes open and not be deceived."
His words were directed at the three demon-won, as if to declare, "I already know who you really are. Don’t bother pretending—I’ve seen through you entirely."
Trying to fool ? Let tell you, that’s impossible.
Lin Fan said, "How could there be demons at Kunyu Mountain? I’ve been wandering here for days and haven’t encountered any. Besides, look here; this old madam was so kind—she let in, offered food and drink, and even brought her two lovely daughters to serve . Where would one find such kind-hearted people?"
Hearing Lin Fan’s remarks, the Taoist cultivator felt helpless.
Born with sharp eyes yet unable to pierce illusions—it was truly regrettable.
"Qiu Dong, pour the Immortal Master a drink," the old woman instructed. If he drank, the ensuing events would be far less predictable.
Qiu Dong was about to get up but was stopped by Lin Fan, who grabbed her wrist. "They’re serving so well—how can they tend to others? Madam, you’ll have to pour the drink yourself for this Immortal Master."
"Young master, do you really like that much?" Qiu Dong said sweetly.
"I like you all," Lin Fan replied with a smile.
The whiskered man witnessed this scene and secretly shook his head. This fellow has been ensnared by beauty, his Taoist heart clearly wavering, making him susceptible to manipulation.
The old woman wanted to slap Lin Fan senseless. Such greed—making her pour drinks! That aside, for their plan to succeed, so things still had to be endured.
"Immortal Master, let pour you a drink myself," the old woman said gently as she poured the liquor slowly and deliberately.
The middle-aged cultivator sat still as a statue, saying nothing, but stroked his whiskers and remarked, "The aroma of this wine is pleasant, but I dare not drink. One sip, and it might just be Soul-breaking Wine."
The old woman replied, "Immortal Master, you jest. How could this be Soul-breaking Wine? All of this was brewed by personally. Though it can’t compare to your usual indulgences, its taste is quite decent."
"Heh." The man chuckled, saying nothing further, but his sharp gaze locked onto the old woman. Streams of light flickered in his eyes, and the mont she saw it, the old woman instinctively avoided his gaze.
Lin Fan picked up a bowl of liquor and downed it in one gulp. "Drink! This is good wine—spicy at first, sweet going down. Exquisite!"
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