Chapter 144: Drinking Gamble

Heng Xian immediately grasped Ji Yaoyue's wrist, probing her pulse and body.

A female disciple of the Da Luo Holy Sect behind him could not help but step forward and say: "Senior sister is merely injured, her spiritual power cannot circulate, she is weak and fatigued."

Heng Xian nodded, released his grip, took out two bottles of his cherished medicinal pills and set them down, then glanced at Ji Yaoyue for a moment before turning and leaving.

Sun He and the others eagerly looked at the bed, then at Heng Xian, and simply followed him out.

Sun He grew angrier the more he thought, and snapped: "Heng Xian, you..."

Heng Xian turned his head: "What's wrong with me? Anything?"

Sun He tried to suppress his anger, calm his mood, and showed a faint smile: "How did you win Junior Sister Ji's heart? As far as I know, you've hardly met."

Moreover, Junior Sister Ji herself is somewhat traditional and independent, strong-willed in everything, and shows no favor to men—this... really piques my curiosity!"

Heng Xian pondered seriously: "I... am somewhat more handsome!"

After saying that, he nodded and walked away.

Sun He and the others opened their mouths, forced down their curses, and continued to follow: "In the cultivation world, handsome people are countless; Junior Sister Ji is certainly not that shallow,

this line is fooling ghosts! Let's change our wording—you are... how did you trick our Junior Sister Ji into your hands?"

Heng Xian couldn't be bothered to answer, walking while glancing toward the palace's location, only to see the chicken demon's phantom already vanished, its demonic and magical fluctuations also subsided.

Sun He also looked over and said calmly: "No need to look, it's just a mere chicken demon; the elders of the various sects can suppress it easily."

Heng Xian thought for a moment and asked: "Around Sang Guo, demon beasts are abnormal, yet only the capital of Sang Guo remains peaceful—how do the elders view this?"

The demon beasts have surrounded the disciples of various sects in Sang Guo's capital; this is actually not hard to discern, but what puzzles him is that the disciples of various sects do not seem very worried.

Sun He chuckled lightly: "This is obvious to anyone with eyes—the demon beasts are intentionally or unintentionally driving us toward this city; there must be a leading demon beast nearby.

Their doing so has only two explanations: either they are recklessly bold, aiming to slaughter us all to boost their prestige!

Or they are using us as bargaining chips, negotiating with the various sects to grant them a place to reside.

It is said that every time a powerful great demon or demon king appears over the past hundred thousand years, they do exactly this!"

Heng Xian asked: "Then what should the various sects do?"

Sun He laughed loudly: "What else can we do? Humans and demons cannot coexist—kill them! We have already sent out a distress jade slip; without accident, at least several thousand experts will arrive by tomorrow!"

Heng Xian nodded, but still felt something was off; as he walked, he opened the "Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram": "What plan do the nearby demon beasts have?"

The hexagram's answer: 【After calculation, among the demon beasts there is a black flood dragon whose cultivation far surpasses any cultivator within ten thousand li, and the demon beasts intend to annihilate all cultivators in this city—situation dangerous, advise the host to leave immediately!】

Heng Xian involuntarily stopped, his complexion changing: "Not fleeing—could there be a way to avoid it?"

The Heavenly Hexagram is fine in all respects, except it is extremely selfish and heartless; our fellow disciples are here, Ji Yaoyue is here—if I run away, can that be justified?

The hexagram's answer: 【After calculation, until tonight it is still relatively safe; tomorrow there should be a change—host may decide then.】

Heng Xian let out a half sigh of relief.

Sun He looked bewildered: "You... what are you doing? Your expression is so strange?"

Heng Xian solemnly: "I miss Ji Yaoyue!"

Sun He and several Da Luo Holy Sect disciples instantly flew into a rage: "You..."

Just then, Zhao Ying came running from afar in a panic: "Senior Brother Heng, something happened!"

Heng Xian asked in surprise: "What happened again?"

Zhao Ying pointed into the distance: "Just now, Martial Brother Ma and Hou Zhenfang of the Baowang Sect started arguing, then they agreed to meet at the Forgetting Immortal Pavilion in the city to drink and gamble!"

Heng Xian shook his head: "Let them gamble, it's not a big deal."

Zhao Ying caught his breath: "The key is that Martial Brother Ma cannot outdrink Hou Zhenfang; Xu Wei, Ye Ling'er, and Senior Sister Tong took turns helping him.

Then Liang Qiao of the Divine Blade Palace and Huangfu Qi of the Eastern Emperor Palace joined the fun to aid Hou Zhenfang.

After that, the Spirit Sword Sect helped us, and now it has evolved into our Tian Yuan Sect versus the Spirit Sword Sect against the Divine Blade, Baowang, Eastern Emperor, Great Expansion, Lingtai Mountain, and Mituo Temple sects.

When I arrived, Senior Sister Lin was drinking opposite Huangfu Qi..."

"Eh..." Sun He and the group of Da Luo Holy Sect disciples stared dumbfounded.

Heng Xian also stared for a moment, then waved his hand: "Come on! Let's go see!"

Zhao Ying led the way, and Sun He and the others followed.

A crowd turned three streets and arrived at a bustling night market street filled with music and crowds.

Looking around, everything was brothels, wine shops, and pleasure quarters.

This might be the only open street market in the capital of Sang Guo currently.

From afar, one could already smell the rich wine fragrance drifting in the air.

In the middle of the street, around the brothel named "Forgetting Immortal Pavilion," heads gathered thickly, shoulders rubbing.

Zhao Ying pointed ahead: "That's the place!"

"Let's go!"

A group drew their spirit swords, flew over the dense heads, and landed on the glazed tiles of the second floor of the "Forgetting Immortal Pavilion."

The ordinary officials and nobles below immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Meanwhile, inside the magnificent, grand hall, wine barrels piled up like mountains; over a hundred disciples from various sects stood on either side, clearly divided.

Most of them were somewhat intoxicated.

At this moment, Lin Shuyu of the Tian Yuan Sect was drinking opposite Huangfu Qi.

One was ethereally fairy-like, beautiful beyond mortal.

The other wore imperial robes and fine clothes, unrestrained and handsome, extraordinary.

Also quite a unique charm!

The surrounding disciples of various sects shouted desperately:

"Drink! Senior Brother Huangfu is invincible!"

"Junior Sister Lin is invincible!"

If women don't get drunk, what chance do men have? Let Lin Shuyu have a few more drinks!

You noticed, didn't you? Lin Shuyu gets even more gorgeous after drinking!

Hahaha…

Among them, Hou Zhenfang is the wildest: "Senior Brother Huangfu, still drinking three thousand, famed as undefeated in drinking bouts, knock them down—make the Tianyuan Sect and Spirit Sword Sect lie flat and get out!"

The swaying Ma Buying yelled angrily: "Damn it, I'll drink with you!"

Hou Zhenfang laughed: "Defeated underlings, wait till they finish drinking, we'll go on—in the time it takes me to breathe I'll have you flat on your back!"

"What nonsense..."

Both sides argued nonstop; Lin Shuyu and Huangfu Qi also drank nonstop, with no extra talk, just clinking cups and blowing.

But Huangfu Qi downed four bowls straight, his face unchanged, his drinking capacity unfathomable.

Meanwhile Lin Shuyu had drunk three and a half bowls, her face flushed, eyes glazed, swaying— in that instant her drunken grace was peerless.

Huangfu Qi stared, stunned, and muttered: "Junior Sister Lin, you… haven't taken a dao partner yet?"

"You… really are rude!" Lin Shuyu swayed, spilling half the wine from the jug.

Hahaha…

"I can't take it!"

Hou Zhenfang and Liang Qiao of the Divine Blade Palace laughed loudly to the heavens.

Lin Shuyu swayed even more.

Huangfu Qi hurried forward to support her: "Junior Sister Lin…"

Lin Shuyu fiercely unleashed a sword qi: "Get lost!"

Boom—

Nearby, a pile of wine jugs shattered.

Huangfu Qi dodged some, his expression shifting: "If we can't hold it, let's switch—we'll settle the outcome by drinking!"

"Right! According to the agreement, the losing side has to crawl out!" Hou Zhenfang shouted.

Lin Shuyu glanced back and saw Ma Buying, Xu Wei, Tong Quezi, Ye Ling'er, Bai Ziqi, Xiao Qiyun, plus the Spirit Sword Sect's Wang Ling, Xie Lingyu, Heng Ying, and others all drunk, their faces grim.

Huangfu Qi smiled faintly: "Junior Sister Lin, you'd better admit defeat—I'm no good, but I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

Lin Shuyu gritted her teeth, raised her cup, about to continue the match.

Someone nearby snatched the wine jug: "Let me give it a try!"

(End of chapter)