At dusk, the setting sun cast a gentle golden veil over the world, making it appear clear yet mysterious.
At this moment, the vast Youmeng Tower, except for the two guests on the top floor, astonishingly had no other people.
This largest tavern in Zeyang City, which usually harbored countless dreams, had chosen under the influence of the purple-haired girl to clear the venue.
"This humble Taoist is late, I hope Daoist Lin Luo can forgive me."
Yi Chen climbed the stairs, his gaze slowly lifting to meet a pair of jade feet in brocade shoes beneath the hem of a purple dress, which instantly caught his eye.
The arch of the feet was elegantly curved, the calves slightly slender, the thighs fuller, with the same purple stockings, and a black Warring States robe, trimmed with golden cloud patterns, luxurious yet understated.
Lin Luo had already walked to the end of the wooden stairs to greet him, raising hand to forehead and bending at the waist for a bow: "It’s not that Hidden Dragon Taoist is late, it’s that Lin Luo arrived early."
Yi Chen gazed at the purple-haired girl before him, his expression turning bewilderingly odd.
Lin Luo, you’re seriously playing the game.
When the purple-haired girl said she had an epiphany last night, he thought it was modesty, but she indeed underwent a substantial change in temperament, even more ethereal and fantastic, evidently having made progress in her cultivation.
"Daoist has keen eyes, indeed Lin Luo is on the path of forging the embryonic form of Dao Mastery, Hidden Dragon Taoist, please~" Lin Luo gestured invitingly, leading Yi Chen to their seats where various delicacies were already served, her purple eyes brimming with laughter, signaling that the unexpected breakthrough was especially exhilarating for her.
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"Daoist has gone to great lengths, this banquet is truly bountiful." Yi Chen’s eyes sparkled, the spread outshining even that of the Wangyue Tower.
The purple-haired girl nearly choked on her readied words, ’This place is simple, make do with it’, swallowing them instead.
With a wave of her large sleeves, she arrayed ten different-colored wine jars, a dazzling array of reds, oranges, and greens. She pulled out a huge crystal vessel, a light tap on the table, the seals on the wine jars popped open, and the wines floated up, ten streams of wine cheerfully merged into the crystal container.
With another tap, the wines swirled like a hurricane, creating quite the ostentatious display.
"Please, Taoist!" Lin Luo finished mixing the drink and then filled a cup for Yi Chen.
With a single cup of wine, the colors of the sunset half-filled the glass.
At this moment, as the sun set in the west, the glow of twilight entered the cup, mingling with the crystal goblet to form a magnificent tapestry; both parties, already intent on forming a good relationship, promptly raised their glasses and drank heartily.
In the meantime, the two chatted about everything under the sun. Lin Luo, well-traveled and knowledgeable, was deeply versed in all kinds of secrets, while Yi Chen’s thoughts were original, often astounding, and they seemed to agree on many issues, much like there was a second Lin Luo in the world.
Yi Chen would never have guessed that the purple-haired girl in front of him was also a heavy drinker. They drank from sunset until dawn. ’Doraemon’s’ sleeves indeed contained an endless supply of wine; it just couldn’t be finished.
As dawn approached.
Lin Luo suddenly stopped, her beautiful eyes intently focusing on Yi Chen’s, and broke into a radiant smile, like clouds parting to reveal the moon, her presence lighting up the entire pavilion: "Taoist, this time Lin Luo has relied heavily on your assistance to save some face. Consider it a debt I owe you."
"If the Taoist encounters any difficulties, feel free to speak up. Lin Luo will surely help if possible or will honestly share any constraints if not."
Ah? So she realized I needed to talk.
Yi Chen felt somewhat embarrassed; in this world, how many truly compatible souls could there be, and what were the chances he would just happen to meet one? And if so, it might be because someone was compromising downward.
Fortunately, one of Yi Taoist’s virtues was thick-skinned.
He spoke uninhibitedly: "Nowadays, with the changes in heaven and earth, it is foreseeable that the future will be overrun with demons and monsters."
"This humble Taoist wishes to gather the world’s top martial arts born from the supreme scriptures and compile an unparalleled martial arts manual. If common people could master it to an advanced level and rival Qi Refinement Realm cultivators, it would be a great merit, saving countless lives then."
"I intend to borrow the reward of the Great Qin Legal Assembly, the ’Heaven and Earth Spirit Energy’ for reference. I wonder if Daoist Lin Luo has a way to assist."
"Such a noble heart, Taoist, and your actions so magnanimous. Do you have any results yet?" The purple-haired girl suddenly looked upon him with respect, a complicated glimmer in her eyes.
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Yi Chen replied with a look of integrity, having already extracted reusable combat techniques and constructed his unique moat.
"For this matter, Lin Luo indeed wishes to help but lacks the power to do so. However, I can introduce you to someone. A brief perusal should be no issue, though you may need to pay a price, Taoist." The purple-haired girl pondered for a moment before agreeing. Experience tales with freewebnovel
In just a few words, the matter was settled, and from Lin Luo’s assured expression, Yi Chen knew the deal was almost certain. He couldn’t help but rejoice in his heart and toasted her thrice.
Indeed, cultivation isn’t just about fighting; there are also social mores. Without Lin Luo, even carrying a pig’s head, Yi Taoist would never have managed to pay homage to a true god.
After another two rounds of drinking, Yi Chen couldn’t help but ask, "Daoist Lin Luo, how did you know I was seeking your help?"
Yi Chen was genuinely puzzled; he thought he had concealed his intentions well. Seizing the pleasant atmosphere, he decided to voice his doubt.
Upon hearing Yi Chen’s words, the purple-haired girl couldn’t suppress the triumphant smile spreading across her face: "Taoist, my mother used to tell me to be wary of male cultivators who are good conversationalists. They are very good at deceiving."