After the song and dance, Chu Xiaoxiao bowed gracefully.
The guests were still intoxicated, their eyes blurry with drink.
"As expected of my teammate, Zhai Xingchen! At the Immortal Sect New Disciple Assembly, I will definitely take good care of you."
Zhai Xingchen stood up, raised his wine glass, and drained it in one gulp.
Sounds of praise and flattery rang out around him, making the smile on Zhai Xingchen's Face grow wider.
"This humble one thanks Young Master Zhai," Chu Xiaoxiao bowed again.
Zhai Xingchen's eyes were filled with greed, a singing girl refilled his wine, and he toasted those around him, "Tonight, thank you all for giving me Face."
The guests already knew that Zhai Xingchen was determined to have his way.
"I, Zhai Xingchen, will not treat Chu Xiaoxiao poorly; I am willing to offer one thousand Spirit Stones!"
After Zhai Xingchen finished speaking, he looked around even more smugly, as if to say, "I have Face, and I have strength."
All the guests in the hall exclaimed in admiration.
"Young Master Zhai, I am truly sorry, but tonight, this humble one has an appointment," Chu Xiaoxiao bowed slightly, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.
Xianyun Pavilion suddenly fell silent, and Zhai Xingchen's expression flickered between anger and uncertainty.
All the guests looked at each other.
"What did you say?" Zhai Xingchen said in a deep voice.
Chu Xiaoxiao walked barefoot off the stage, with a singing girl having already laid out a red carpet.
The red carpet stretched all the way to the corner, and when Chu Xiaoxiao passed Zhai Xingchen, she did not even glance at him, let alone respond.
Zhai Xingchen's cheeks flushed red with shame, and when he saw the table at the end of the red carpet, he said furiously, "How much did Zhou Jinfeng give you? I'll offer double!"
"Haha!"
Zhou Jinfeng finally got his chance, moving his chair to be next to the red carpet and directly facing Zhai Xingchen, he propped his legs up, picked up a teacup from the table, and took a sip with a knowing look.
"Brother Zhai, do you think Chu Xiaoxiao is someone you can get just by spending money? Spirit Stones are just a token of sincerity; your words are too shallow, too frivolous."
Zhai Xingchen stopped pretending and sneered, "Zhou Jinfeng, if someone were to inform the City Guard Commander now, I imagine he would rush over immediately and break your leg, wouldn't he?"
In the main hall, the guests had various expressions.
Everyone in Sifang City knew that Zhou Jinfeng had a very strict upbringing.
The City Guard Commander, beloved by Mortals and respected by Immortals, always threatened to break Zhou Jinfeng's leg at the slightest provocation.
"To die beneath the peony is to be a romantic ghost; never mind a broken leg, even a broken head would be worth it on such a beautiful night."
Zhou Jinfeng defused the awkwardness and praised Chu Xiaoxiao at the same time.
The guests' eyes showed a hint of surprise, and they all felt admiration in their hearts.
Zhai Xingchen trembled with Qi, unable to release the suppressed anger.
"Young Master Zhou speaks too seriously. City Guard Commander is just and incorruptible, treating others as he treats his own family. Young Master is merely drinking tea and listening to music at Xianyun Pavilion, not doing anything else. I imagine City Guard Commander will not punish him."
Chu Xiaoxiao said softly.
Zhou Jinfeng nodded and smiled; with Chu Xiaoxiao's words, his leg was truly saved.
"Serve the tea."
Chu Xiaoxiao gently waved her hand.
The focus of the entire hall immediately shifted to a tray in the hand of a singing girl.
"dream immortal tea!"
"Indeed, the aroma is rich and refreshing!"
"Only those who go upstairs have the chance to taste it; I never thought we would be able to smell such tea!"
It wasn't until the singing girl placed the tea in front of Lu Chen that all the guests in Xianyun Pavilion were stunned again.
"Who is he?"
"Could it be that the one Chu Xiaoxiao has an appointment with isn't Zhou Jinfeng?"
"Looking at his attire, why does he look like a farmer?"
The guests' Faces were full of confusion.
"Please, Young Master, drink the dream immortal tea and ascend upstairs with me to enter the dream," Chu Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, her eyes constantly appraising Lu Chen.
She had seen countless people, but this was the first time she had seen someone with such a temperament.
He was like a mountain, unmoving.
Yet also like a warm ray of sunshine, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
Of all the feelings, he was least like a farming Mortal.
"If you want to accompany Zhou Jinfeng, fine, but what is he?!" Zhai Xingchen angrily smashed his wine glass.
"He is my guest, so please, Young Master Zhai, do not harm the peace," Chu Xiaoxiao turned to look at Zhai Xingchen.
"I want you to accompany me tonight; I'm giving you Face, don't be ungrateful!"
Zhai Xingchen roared loudly.
Chu Xiaoxiao remained unhurried, her tone gentle, but her words were sharp: "I have already thanked Young Master. If Young Master wishes to seek pleasure, my sisters will certainly serve you well. If Young Master wishes to play other games, Xianyun Pavilion can also accommodate."
"Good, very good!" Zhai Xingchen clenched his fists, cursed, and then said, "Just you wait, I'll see how your Xianyun Pavilion establishes itself in Sifang City from now on!"
Chu Xiaoxiao remained polite, but her tone was unyielding, "You can't make decisions about such matters; why don't you go home and ask your father?"
... Lu Chen's mouth twitched. If this had happened to someone else, even to Zhou Jinfeng, he would have been able to crack a few melon seeds.
Zhai Xingchen was furious, his trembling finger pointing at Chu Xiaoxiao, he glared coldly at Lu Chen, and stormed out.
Lu Chen looked at the dream immortal tea in front of him with a complex expression, feeling that the tea tasted too "strong," and the "ingredients" in this tea were ten times "fiercer" than those in the pastries and wine.
The "fierceness" was in the grade of the Spirit Medicine; as for the specific effects, Lu Chen couldn't discern them.
Seeing Lu Chen hesitate to drink the tea, Chu Xiaoxiao took the teacup from the singing girl and said seductively, "Does Young Master want this humble one to feed him?"
With that, Chu Xiaoxiao raised the teacup as if to take a sip.
"No... no need," Lu Chen snatched the teacup and drank it in large gulps.
Under the envious gazes of all the guests, Lu Chen followed Chu Xiaoxiao upstairs.
"Qiangwei, come to my side!" Zhou Jinfeng pulled Lu Qiangwei, winking at Lu Chen.
In the room, the red candles were dim, and the gauze curtains were hazy.
"You wanted to see me, for what purpose?" Lu Chen asked.
Chu Xiaoxiao lit the incense and said softly, "I heard from Zhou Jinfeng that you are not interested in me?"
... Lu Chen scratched his nose.
Chu Xiaoxiao stood up and walked towards the soft bed, turning her back to Lu Chen and spreading her hands, her gauze dress immediately falling, revealing her snow-white back.
Her graceful curves were fully revealed, but when she turned, she wore a thin gauze bellyband, which was even more captivating.
"I'm just curious what you would be interested in. Now, you can enter the dream."
Chu Xiaoxiao got into bed, picked up some pastries, and gently put them into her cherry-like mouth. She became increasingly interested in Lu Chen; she wanted to see what was in Lu Chen's dream.
"Enter the dream?" Lu Chen felt that this wasn't the kind of dream entry he had imagined.
Lu Chen waited quietly; he was waiting for Chu Xiaoxiao's next "move."
Chu Xiaoxiao was also waiting; she was waiting for Lu Chen to fall asleep, to be deep in a dream.
Time slowly passed, and the two stared at each other across the gauze curtain.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Lu Chen stood up.
Chu Xiaoxiao was a little suspicious; could it be... that the wrong tea was served?
Lu Chen walked to the door, turned back, and smiled, "I've been farming all year, so my Physique is special; I wouldn't say I'm immune to all poisons..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Chen's eyelids grew heavy, and he fell backward.
