Chapter 618: Chapter 618
This time, he became quiet all over.
The skull was stitched up again with such master craftsmanship that you couldn’t tell it had been opened earlier.
The Daoist robe man picked out a vertebrae from the pile of bones and said, "If Master turns your bones into a Divine Sword, you might well get your vengeance."
As he spoke, the Daoist robe man twirled the vertebrae into a Sword Flower, using it to trim two stray nostril hairs, and glided away on the knife edge.
In that moment, three expressions flashed across his face: he seemed like a tailor, a doctor, and more like a Taoist, yet not quite human...
A silent night fell, returning heaven and earth to tranquility...
By the roadside, the bamboo forest was tranquil.
A row of simple wooden shacks blocked half of the already narrow road, making a business of selling liquor.
It was the only tavern within a hundred miles, and its sign read: "Wine is like fire, three bowls and you’re down."
Little Yin couldn’t help but say, "Brother, let’s drink, I’m thirsty."
Duan Yun muttered, "Are you planning to have three bowls and slack off on not crossing the ridge?"
"Not at all, I’m really thirsty. We’ve been hurrying for two days and nights, I’m about to fall asleep standing."
"Alright then, you can have a little drink."
Duan Yun said, riding her into the rundown tavern.
In fact, he also wanted a drink himself.
After sitting down, Duan Yun ordered the wine, saying, "Give me ten bowls of your signature wine first."
The waiter couldn’t help but remind him, "Master, our wine is strong, if you plan to stay the night, there’s no bed available in our inn."
"Who said I’m staying here? Serve the wine quickly, I’ve got to hit the road after I’m done." Duan Yun replied.
"Young Master, drinking at this hour won’t get you past Green Jade Ridge." The waiter said as he brought the bowls of wine.
"What’s this, you have tigers on your ridge?" Duan Yun remarked.
Indeed, when he saw the slogan on the sign, he couldn’t resist a quip.
"Tigers? No tiger big enough for you fearless Martial World heroes to feast on. There’re Snake Demons on the ridge, green and white, active at night, even disciples from major sects can’t survive the night there." The waiter explained.
Duan Yun couldn’t resist quipping again, "Green and White Snake Demon? Where did you come from?"
He hasn’t had any wine yet, but already feels like he’s fallen into the convoluted plot of a third-rate web novel.
Seeing Duan Yun’s disbelief, the waiter quickly reminded him, "Young Master, it’s not a trick, those who didn’t believe are no longer alive."
He’s uttered these words countless times, so many uninterested spirits could essentially surround the bamboo forest.
Other tables in the tavern also had people who seemed like Martial World wanderers.
They obviously wouldn’t take the risk lightly but were hoping someone else would, making it fodder for their next meal conversation.
"Thank you for the warning."
Confronted by the waiter’s kind advice, Duan Yun didn’t want to refute him, so he responded.
The tavern still served up ten bowls of wine, two plates of fennel beans, and a plate of braised chicken feet.
The fennel beans were a bit shriveled, and the chicken feet somewhat dark, but together with the wine, their aroma was quite pleasant.
Little Yin was already tempted beyond measure.
But seeing Duan Yun unmoved, she dared not eat.
As the mount of the Old Demon, she was aware of her duties.
Duan Yun waved a hand, saying, "Go ahead, drink and eat."
Upon hearing this, Little Yin quickly picked up a bowl of wine, gulping it down while grabbing a chicken foot to shove into her mouth.
Clearly, she was famished.
Originally a little beauty with the potential of incredible grace, she now ate like she was fighting for food with hungry cattle and horses.
Yet, even in her tattered clothes, with messy hair, resembling a beggar, and with ungainly eating habits, Little Yin emitted an irresistible allure.
Especially after downing three bowls of wine, her cheeks started to flush slightly, adding to her striking beauty.
The waiter couldn’t resist taking another glance when bringing over the food.
"What are you looking at? Haven’t seen a beauty before!" Little Yin snapped.
"Apologies, miss, I meant no offense." The waiter hurriedly turned away to avoid suspicion.
"You meant no offense, but why turn away, unclean thoughts."
The waiter showed an expression of distress.
As soon as this expression appeared, Little Yin seized it, saying, "What’re you thinking, speak first, but no thinking allowed!"
At this point, the waiter was ashen-faced and wanted to leave right away.
"Why are you leaving! Feeling guilty? Speak first, no matter your thoughts, it’s useless. This lady is his mount, ridden day and night, without rest!" Little Yin boomed.
The waiter was caught between staying and leaving, causing him to cast a pleading glance at Duan Yun. Chapters first released on novel[f]ire.net
With a thud, Duan Yun pressed Little Yin’s head onto the table, saying, "Apologies, she’s drunk, you can go back to your work."
The waiter felt relieved as if pardoned and quickly slipped away.
Duan Yun pulled Little Yin’s head up, scolding, "Why do you change after drinking, learning all the wrong things, following the Xiatou."
"Xiatou? You’re the one who’s ridiculous. Riding all day and night, irrespective of exhausting people, how cruel when I’m so young."
Saying this, tears welled up.
With her spectacle of "ridiculousness," the other patrons who were initially frightened turned to clenching fists and gritting teeth.
This man is truly a beast!
Duan Yun perceived that she was somewhat drunk, promptly gulped down the remaining seven bowls, grabbed the remaining chicken foot and stuffed it into Little Yin’s mouth, signaling her to proceed onward.