Supreme Cultivation Chapter 54 - 53: Lingering in the Flowers

Chapter 54: Chapter 53: Lingering in the Flowers

Upon arriving at the KTV, the won actually wanted to sing karaoke. Ye Fan hadn’t expected to be the only man there for the entire evening. It felt like being a lone bee in a field of flowers.

At that mont, Fang Nan called. "You scoundrel, where are you?" she demanded as soon as he answered.

"Uh, I’m... I’m at karaoke!" Ye Fan hurriedly responded.

"Who are you with?" Fang Nan imdiately asked.

"Just Qingxue and the others," Ye Fan said.

"Give

the address. I’m coming over!"

Reluctantly, Ye Fan sent her the address. It wasn’t that he disliked her coming, but he worried her arrival would trigger another conflict with Su Qingxue. Those two were like enemies from a past life; it was impossible for them to et without trading barbs.

The private room wasn’t crowded. Neither Su Qingxue nor Tang Yurou were fond of noisy places and normally wouldn’t co to a venue like this, but letting loose for once was actually quite nice. Initially, it was just the three of them, but soon Luo Yazhi, one of Su Qingxue’s best friends, joined as well. Just as Tang Yurou was settling in, Fang Nan arrived.

With Fang Nan’s arrival, it was inevitable that she and Su Qingxue would start clashing. Their competition was nothing short of fierce.

First, Fang Nan fed Ye Fan so fruit. Then Su Qingxue jumped in, the two of them acting as if they wanted to stuff every last snack into his mouth.

Good thing I ca prepared, otherwise, I would have been completely overwheld by you two. Ye Fan thought.

He was thankful he hadn’t eaten dinner. If he had, he would be the one suffering now. So, he happily ate whatever they offered. Besides, being pampered by two beauties was a rare opportunity, the kind that might only happen once or twice in a lifeti. He had to cherish it.

anwhile, Luo Yazhi and Tang Yurou had beco third wheels. Although Tang Yurou felt a bit left out, she knew she had to keep her composure in this setting.

Luo Yazhi leaned in and said seductively, "You like him."

"Mhm," Tang Yurou nodded without denial. She knew the astute Luo Yazhi had already figured it out.

"You know," Luo Yazhi said, "sotis, backing down isn’t the only option. Co on, let’s have a drink!"

The two won began drinking by themselves.

Then, Luo Yazhi selected the song "Woman Flower." As the lody began to play—"I have a flower, planted deep inside my heart..."—everyone fell silent. It wasn’t just the feuding Su Qingxue and Fang Nan; even Ye Fan himself was moved by the beautiful music.

It was like hearing a classic reborn, as if i Yanfang herself were alive again. Her voice was filled with a sense of worldly experience, helplessness, and sorrow. The lancholic sound combined with the scene was simply stunning, proving that Luo Yazhi’s vocal skills were truly exceptional. The mont she finished, all the won in the room burst into applause.

Not to be outdone, Fang Nan chose a recently popular song, "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," a veritable anthem for public square dancing. Su Qingxue, refusing to be overshadowed, grabbed a microphone to challenge Fang Nan to a sing-off. Ye Fan was full of anticipation. He considered both won to be beauties who transcended the level of goddesses. With their sweet voices, surely the songs they sang would be heavenly, perhaps even legendary. He said nothing, simply watching the two won.

However, the mont they began to sing, Ye Fan spat out the mouthful of red wine he had just sipped. On the other side, Luo Yazhi and Tang Yurou grimaced, barely stopping themselves from covering their ears.

He had to hand it to them, their singing was sothing else. Ye Fan realized he had been completely wrong; he was now certain that a sweet-sounding voice and a pretty face had absolutely nothing to do with singing ability. He was utterly speechless, impressed that Su Qingxue and Fang Nan sohow managed to miss every single note. It was incredible.

This was the very definition of ear-grating.

When the two won finally finished, Luo Yazhi and Tang Yurou let out a collective sigh of relief. As for Ye Fan, he slowly lowered the hands that had been clamped over his ears, looking utterly miserable. He had never in his life heard such terrible singing.

If they kept going, this King of Heaven would have t his demise.

Unfortunately, Su Qingxue and Fang Nan saw his reaction.

"What’s that supposed to an?"

"Are you saying our singing is terrible?"

They both stood with their hands on their hips, interrogating him.

"No, not at all!" Ye Fan said. "It was so beautiful I couldn’t help but get lost in the music."

He had to admit, that was the biggest lie he had ever told in his life. That wasn’t being lost in the music, my ears were practically bleeding!

Luo Yazhi and Tang Yurou shot him disdainful looks. But in Ye Fan’s opinion, backing down in front of beautiful won wasn’t shaful at all.

"Fine! Since our singing is so good, let’s have another showdown!" Fang Nan declared.

"You think I’m scared of you?" Su Qingxue retorted fiercely.

"Alright, ladies, stop! The point is to have fun. If you keep this up, you’re going to start fighting for real," Luo Yazhi intervened, diffusing the situation.

The two won huffed and sat down angrily on either side of Ye Fan. Hearing that they wanted to sing again had nearly made his spirit collapse. He wasn’t the only one; Luo Yazhi and Tang Yurou were also on the verge of a breakdown. Since the singing began, they had never experienced anything that gave them goosebumps out of pure auditory pain.

"I suggest you sing a song," Luo Yazhi said to Ye Fan.

"No, no, I like to keep a low profile. I won’t sing," Ye Fan replied. "Even though my singing surpasses the Four Heavenly Kings, I’m a very humble person!"

The won looked at him with even more disdain. They saw no modesty, only shalessness.

"Just sing! Cut the nonsense!"

"Exactly!" the two rivals chid in.

Ye Fan felt helpless. It seed he had no choice but to reveal his true talents. Why must they do this? I just want to be a humble, wandering singer.

Forced by the beautiful won, Ye Fan had no choice but to unleash his voice.

The music started, and Ye Fan began to sing "Wishing You a Smooth Journey." His voice was so rich and sweet that it surpassed the original singer’s. The won listened, completely captivated. When the song ended, they insisted he sing another.

Helpless, Ye Fan could only select "Kiss Goodbye." Both songs held a special aning for him—or rather, not for him, but as a gift for Tang Yurou.

Tang Yurou understood. She was deeply moved, knowing that Ye Fan had sung both songs just for her.

After five consecutive songs, the won were still demanding an encore. Ye Fan imdiately refused. Even if he was for hire, he certainly wasn’t a singer for hire. Besides, after five songs, he felt his blood pressure rising. He suggested they play cards instead—the kind with two-on-two teams.

"What about ?" Ye Fan asked. Only four people could play, which ant he was the odd one out. Could anything be more awkward?

"You, of course, will be drinking," Luo Yazhi said with a smile.

"That’s right! Whichever team loses, you drink for them!" the won agreed unanimously.

"On what grounds? I object!" Ye Fan imdiately protested. It was no joke; if he didn’t object now, these won would surely be the death of him.

"Objection overruled!" they declared in unison.

A defeated Ye Fan could only sit on the sidelines and watch.

"Little Joker!"

"Bomb!"

"A chain of bombs!"

Ye Fan’s heart pounded. In just that one round, Su Qingxue and Tang Yurou lost. The penalty was to drink an entire bottle of red wine. Ye Fan braced himself and drank it down.

The won continued their ga. It was rare to see them so unguarded and unrestrained, especially with anyone other than Ye Fan around.

By the ti the ga ended, Ye Fan had drunk twelve bottles of red wine. He had lost count of his trips to the restroom, and his stomach was now in knots. Of course, his head was spinning too. But as a man, getting a little beaten up was normal. There’s a line in a song that the singer got all wrong. It’s not ’Why is it always won who get hurt?’ It should be ’Why is it always n who get hurt?’

Of course, he wasn’t the only one drinking. Tang Yurou, Su Qingxue, and Fang Nan were all drowsy and half-asleep.

Only Luo Yazhi remained perfectly sober.

Growing bold, Luo Yazhi sat directly on Ye Fan’s lap. "King of Heaven, your alcohol tolerance isn’t so great, is it?"

Twelve bottles of red wine, and I’m pretty sure soone secretly switched it with hard liquor. You try it! Ye Fan thought. Easy for her to say.

"I understand," Luo Yazhi purred. "I really envy you, having so many beauties by your side. As expected, the King of Heaven is still so popular with the ladies!"

"You should get off first. We don’t want any misunderstandings." Ye Fan was drained of strength as he asked her to get off his lap.

However, at that mont, Luo Yazhi slid a hand inside his clothes. Ye Fan felt a sensation like a thousand ants crawling over his skin. He tried to push her away, but she leaned in and kissed him directly. In the midst of this intimate act, Ye Fan’s vision went black and he passed out. The mix of different alcohols had finally overwheld him, despite his high tolerance.

Just then, Luo Yazhi’s ring began to transform. Two needle-like points, each about five centiters long, erged from its surface, looking utterly terrifying.

She pressed the tips of the needles against Ye Fan’s throat. With just a fraction more pressure, they would pierce straight through it.