In the private room, the cultivators ate at a much faster and more palatable pace than ordinary people. It was Zhang Miaomiao's first time eating in a mortal restaurant, and she found the food incredibly delicious.
Seeing this, Jiang Yun quickly called the waiter and asked him to serve a few more drunken fish.
After a while, Zhang Miaomiao's face turned red and she felt a little dizzy.
"Drunk?"
Because drunken fish is made from fresh fish and then marinated with old wine, it naturally contains wine.
"I still have food!"
When Zhang Miaomiao saw Jiang Yun stop using his chopsticks to pick up the delicious food, he immediately said something dissatisfied.
"You're full, how are we going to eat the next one?"
After hearing Jiang Yun's words, Zhang Miaomiao put down her chopsticks and said dazedly:
"Yes, I'm going to take another one. I just don't know why, I feel a little dizzy."
It was the first time that Jiang Yun saw a Foundation Establishment cultivator drunk. This was also because it was Zhang Miaomiao's first time drinking alcohol and she did not use her magic power to sober up.
"Take a rest first, you are drunk."
"Is this what it feels like to be drunk?"
Zhang Miaomiao usually reads a lot of secular books, but this is her first time drinking. Her father strictly forbids her from drinking, and usually they only drink tea.
"Well, a few turns of mana will sober you up."
"Yeah, it's really good."
Zhang Miaomiao's magic power was activated, and in an instant, her originally red face suddenly turned back to its normal color. Her whole expression also became clear.
Seeing that they had almost finished eating, just as Jiang Yun was about to call the waiter to settle the bill, a loud shout suddenly came from the lobby.
"Zheng Ping, get out here! I'm coming!"
When Jiang Yun saw this, his brows immediately frowned, because the big man who came was not a mortal, but a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining.
"Get out! Get out!"
This fierce-looking man saw all the diners in the hall put down their chopsticks and stared at him in horror. He immediately became furious and shouted at everyone.
The mortals in the hall were terrified and fled in panic. In their eyes, immortal cultivators were now synonymous with evil spirits.
“Zheng Ping, get out, you dare to invite me here, don’t you dare to show up?”
As soon as the other party finished speaking, a dissatisfied voice was heard from the second floor.
"Where did this wild cultivator come from? How dare you disturb me while I'm eating? Get out of here!"
Along with the sound, a spiritual pressure of the late stage of Qi Refining instantly enveloped the big man in the hall.
"My fellow Daoist, I am only here to fulfill an appointment with an enemy. I have no other intentions."
The big man below unexpectedly discovered that there was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining on the second floor, and immediately looked at the second floor with a serious expression. He said in a loud voice.
"Humph! I don't care what appointment you have. If you don't leave, forget it!"
As soon as these words fell, a black light appeared and enveloped the heads of the monks in the hall.
"A top-grade magic weapon?!" The man below immediately took full precautions and took out a spear with a white shaft and a black tip from his storage bag.
"Excuse me, it seems I have fallen into the trap of my enemy."
The man below looked at the long black needle-like magical weapon above his head, and his voice suddenly became a little lower, and he spoke in a gentle attitude.
He just came to keep an appointment and had no intention of offending other monks.
"Humph! Breaking into Zuiyulou without permission and wanting to leave without leaving anything behind?"
This time, the cultivator on the second floor became more relentless. The black flying needles circling in the air grew faster and faster, as if ready to strike at any moment.
"Bang!" The flying needle finally found its chance and stabbed down fiercely. But the spear in the big man's hand flew like a dragon, instantly knocking the flying needle back.
"Body refining?!" A trace of gloom appeared on the face of the monk on the second floor. Everyone knew how difficult it was to deal with a monk who practiced body refining.
"I'm here only to find Zheng Ping. He killed my sister, and I'll fight him to the death. If you want to get involved, I, Wang Hu, will take you on!"
After the monks in the audience watched Wang Hu throw the flying needles, they stood in the hall, holding a spear and spoke loudly.
"Alright, I've heard a lot about Brother Wang Hu's courage. If anyone wants to interfere with your feud today, I, Jin Xuan, will be the first to disagree!"
In the private room on the second floor, the voice of another cultivator was clearly heard throughout the restaurant. Opposite him, there was another cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage, so he had the confidence to face another cultivator in the late stage.
Seeing all this, Jiang Yun stopped thinking about paying the bill and started watching silently. He hated being bothered by unnecessary troubles.
"Thank you very much. Zheng Ping asked me to come here, but he never showed up. I, Wang Hu, apologize for bothering you all. Waiter, the expenses of the mortals who left this time, as well as those of the fellow Taoists on the second floor, will be charged to me."
After Wang Hu finished speaking, he threw a large piece of gold to the shopkeeper who was lying under the counter.
"It's too much, too much, thank you very much, Master!" The owner of Zuiyulou didn't expect that he could get the meal money back, and he was immediately very happy.
"Hmph, that's more like it." The cultivator who had just made his first move said nothing more, but was slightly angry in his heart. He was probably also tricked by this Zheng Ping.
Seeing that the matter was over and someone had paid, Jiang Yun didn't care about the waiter who was hiding somewhere, took Zhang Miaomiao out of the private room, and prepared to leave.
"What?"
Wang Hu, who was about to leave, and the other three monks in the private room were shocked to see two more people here. This showed that the cultivation level of these two people far exceeded their spiritual power perception.
"Sorry to bother you, Senior!"
Wang Hu, upon seeing this, bowed deeply and retreated to the side, his face pale. He finally realized that he had been tricked by Zheng Ping. His hatred for him intensified.
Jiang Yun gave him a cold look; he had no intention of getting involved. But as he and Zhang Miaomiao stepped out of the shop, they saw armored soldiers surrounding the entire Zuiyulou. Leading the way was a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage, clad in armor, who appeared to be a general from Yuejing.
"Listen up, monks inside! Hand over your magic weapon storage bags and submit to being tied up!"
The opponent pointed his weapon, and the mortals who had been standing in a row suddenly pulled up their bows, which were shimmering with black light. It seemed that they were smeared with a poison that was effective against cultivators.
"This..." Wang Hu inside was dumbfounded. The other cultivators inside had never expected that there would be such a thing waiting.
"How dare you! Senior Foundation Establishment is here, who dares to act recklessly?"
Wang Hu was afraid of angering Jiang Yun and the others, so he shouted loudly. The armored general standing outside the door was shocked when he saw Jiang Yun and Zhang Miaomiao standing at the door of Zuiyu Tower with slightly cold faces.
His spiritual power sensed slightly and he suddenly felt as if he had entered a bottomless pit.
"Damn it! I got tricked!"
The general quickly put away his weapon and knelt in front of Jiang Yun with a plop.
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