In an instant, Qian Cheng’en, Tang Ye, and even the two peak Tongshen guards behind Song Que all turned their gazes sharply towards Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu remained composed and said, “Senior Brother may not know this, but I have deliberately suppressed my cultivation.”
“I was worried about encountering Ye Wushuang, so I wanted to use this to lull him into complacency.”
“I see.” Song Que nodded appreciatively and said, “In the past, I always reminded you that when venturing outside, one must be cautious and then cautious again. It seems you have taken my words to heart. Very good.”
Then, Song Que changed the subject.
“Tang Ye, did you see that? Even Junior Brother Yunjie knows how to appear weak to the enemy. Why do you not?”
“If you had not been so arrogant and careless, how could you have been injured by Ye Wushuang?”
“Though you are the First Holy Son, in this regard, you should learn more from Junior Brother Yunjie.”
Tang Ye was seething inside. If he could beat Song Que, he would surely tear him limb from limb.
“Bloody hell, no matter what, he always finds a way to lecture me?”
“Do I really have a face that begs to be bullied?”
One second remember m.
“It’s just the Third Divine Son. What’s there to be so smug about? I curse you to meet a bad end.”
Tang Ye cursed inwardly.
“Why are you not speaking?”
Seeing Tang Ye remain silent, Song Que said coldly, “Do you think I am not qualified to lecture you? Or are you unconvinced in your heart?”
In an instant, an icy aura emanated from Song Que.
Tang Ye jumped in fright and said respectfully, “Senior Brother is absolutely right. I will pay attention in future.”
“You had better truly think so in your heart. Hmph.” Song Que snorted coldly.
Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Tang, City Lord Qian, it is rare for us to gather like this. Come, let us all drink a cup together.”
At that moment, the few of them clinked their cups.
It must be said that the wine in the City Lord’s mansion was truly excellent, rich in spiritual energy and filled with a milky fragrance. Not only was it not harsh on the throat, but it was also somewhat refreshing and sweet.
After drinking a cup, Ye Qiu felt the qi in his body circulating involuntarily. He could not help saying, “Good wine!”
“It seems Holy Son Yunjie is also a connoisseur of wine.” Qian Cheng’en said, “This wine is called Qingfeng Dew.”
“More than five hundred years ago, I obtained a secret recipe for brewing wine. I spent decades and finally brewed ten thousand jin of Qingfeng Dew.”
“I sealed away five thousand jin. The remaining five thousand jin have been drunk over the years.”
“The Qingfeng Dew we are drinking now is the spiritual wine I sealed for five hundred years.”
“The taste is refreshing and sweet, the aroma mellow and rich. Once the spiritual wine enters the throat, the aftertaste is endless…”
Qian Cheng’en was clearly an alcoholic. When speaking of Qingfeng Dew, he went on and on, his face full of intoxicated bliss.
“City Lord Qian, I did not expect you to brew wine as well.” Song Que’s voice was somewhat cold.
Qian Cheng’en did not notice Song Que’s displeasure and smiled as he said, “Divine Son, if you like it, I can give you the brewing recipe for Qingfeng Dew…”
“This Divine Son has no time to brew wine.” Before Qian Cheng’en could finish, Song Que reprimanded him, “No wonder you let Ye Wushuang escape. It turns out you have been studying such heretical pursuits as brewing wine.”
“Qian Cheng’en, you have some nerve.”
“The Cult Leader ordered you to guard Absolute Life City and appointed you as City Lord. Is this how you repay the Cult Leader?”
“You neglect proper study!”
“You indulge in distractions and lose ambition!”
“You only know how to pursue pleasure. You deserve death ten thousand times over!”
Cold sweat broke out on Qian Cheng’en’s forehead. He stammered, “Divine Son, you have misunderstood. I…”
“You what!” Song Que was merciless. “You brewed so much spiritual wine and hid it to drink yourself. You never thought to offer any to the Cult Leader. When I return, I will report this truthfully to the Cult Leader.”
Qian Cheng’en was so frightened that he knelt directly on the ground and begged for mercy, “Divine Son, this subordinate was wrong. I beg you not to tell the Cult Leader.”
Tang Ye frowned and said, “Senior Brother Song, everyone has some hobbies. City Lord Qian liking to brew wine does not seem like a great wrong…”
“And you!” Song Que cast a cold glance at Tang Ye. “As the First Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Cult, you do not cultivate diligently and instead associate with this sort of person. Do you wish to degenerate?”
“Tang Ye, if you do not mend your ways, beware that I ask the Cult Leader to strip you of your position as First Holy Son.”
Hearing these words, Tang Ye grew angry again in his heart. He dared not speak his anger, but the hand he kept under the table had quietly clenched into a fist.
Ye Qiu felt some emotion and thought to himself that this Song Que was truly talented. Even he could not match Song Que’s skill at drawing hatred.
Ye Qiu said, “Senior Brother Song, you may not know this, but City Lord Qian guards a city on one side and handles countless affairs every day. He is very busy.”
“In his spare time, brewing spiritual wine is merely a way to relax and unwind.”
“Since City Lord Qian has guarded Absolute Life City, he has been devoted and exhaustive in his duties. This time Ye Wushuang escaped; it is not the fault of City Lord Qian or Senior Brother Tang. It is truly that Ye Wushuang was too cunning.”
“Senior Brother Song, please do not blame them.”
Qian Cheng’en cast a grateful glance at Ye Qiu and added, “Holy Son Yunjie is right. That Ye Wushuang is truly too cunning.”
Tang Ye also said, “Senior Brother Song, if I meet Ye Wushuang again, I will certainly capture him.”
Song Que snorted coldly, “Hmph. For the sake of Junior Brother Yunjie pleading on your behalf, I will let you off today. If you continue to pursue pleasure in future, do not blame me for being merciless towards you.”
Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye hurriedly expressed their thanks.
“Thank you, Divine Son!”
“Thank you, Senior Brother!”
Ye Qiu helped Qian Cheng’en up and said, “City Lord Qian, please rise!”
“Thank you, Holy Son.” Qian Cheng’en said gratefully.
Ye Qiu continued, “City Lord Qian, in truth my senior brother is not unreasonable. He simply keeps the great matters entrusted by the Cult Leader in his heart, so sometimes his words are hard to accept at the moment. I hope you will not hold it against him.”
Qian Cheng’en smiled bitterly and said, “Even if you lent me ten thousand measures of courage, I would not dare hold a grudge against the Divine Son. Moreover, the Divine Son’s reprimands are all facts. In future, I will certainly strive to correct myself.”
Song Que did not listen to what Qian Cheng’en said. He only looked at Ye Qiu with an even softer gaze and thought to himself, “Junior Brother Yunjie still has me in his heart.”
“Senior Brother, let me drink a few cups with you.” Ye Qiu pulled Song Que to sit down, and then the few of them passed cups and changed goblets.
The atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious.
After three rounds of drinks.
“I have already delayed them for some time. Dali and the old fellow should have succeeded by now, right?”
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu pretended to be affected by the wine and said, “Senior Brother Song, it has been a long time since I touched your sabre. May I take a look for Junior Brother?”
Song Que had no suspicions and directly took the edgeless heavy sabre from his back and handed it to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu held it in his hand and felt it. This sabre weighed at least tens of thousands of jin.
Though it had no edge, it was filled with sharp intent.
This was a saint sabre!
“Good sabre!” Ye Qiu exclaimed in admiration.
“If Junior Brother Yunjie likes it, Senior Brother will simply give it to you.” Song Que said generously.
“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Ye Qiu said, and directly put away the saint sabre.
Song Que was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, “As long as Junior Brother Yunjie likes it.”
Seeing this scene, Tang Ye was shocked in his heart. He knew very well that Song Que never parted with his sabre in ordinary times. This edgeless heavy sabre was practically Song Que’s life. He had not expected Song Que to truly give it away.
After the shock, Tang Ye cursed inwardly again, “Song Que, you favour Yunjie so much yet always reprimand me. I curse you to meet a bad end.”
Just at that moment,
in the rear courtyard of the City Lord’s mansion, flames suddenly shot towards the sky!
