181: Do you even care about my reputation, Su Lin?

At the round table, the atmosphere was so eerie it felt like it would explode at any second.

Su Lin felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

On his left, Su Hongling was clutching the hind leg of an unknown giant beast that was still steaming, gnawing on it ferociously as if the meat were her mortal enemy.

While chewing with a loud crunch, she held onto Su Lin's sleeve tightly with her grease-stained hand, afraid he might run away.

On his right, Luo Ximei held her wine cup, having moved her chair so close that it was practically touching Su Lin. Her thigh brushed against his knee intermittently, while her eyes watched the White Bone Madam opposite them like she was guarding against a thief.

Opposite them, Chu Weiwei held a silver needle, conducting the 108th poison test on the heart in the dish that was still faintly pulsing.

"No poison... truly no poison..."

She retracted the needle with some regret, seemingly disappointed that she couldn't expose the White Bone Madam's conspiracy on the spot.

"Hehe, little sister is truly cautious."

The White Bone Madam covered her lips and chuckled lightly, her pale bone armor gleaming coldly in the lamplight.

She raised the bone cup in her hand and toasted Su Lin from afar.

"Young Master, I toast you with this first cup."

"Thank you, Madam."

Su Lin picked up the wine cup. The so-called Drunken Immortal Brew was a rich amber color. Just smelling it up close made him feel a massive surge of spiritual energy rushing straight to his crown through his nasal cavity.

He tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp.

"Boom!"

As the liquid hit his throat, it didn't feel like water, but rather like a ball of liquefied flame.

It rolled down his esophagus and exploded instantly in his stomach, turning into thousands of strands of heat that frantically drilled into Su Lin's limbs and bones.

Refreshing!

Su Lin felt every pore on his body open at that instant; his cultivation Bottleneck actually showed signs of loosening!

"Good wine."

Su Lin let out a long breath, a healthy flush appearing on his face.

"Naturally, it is good wine."

The White Bone Madam's smile deepened, her eyes drifting intentionally or unintentionally toward the two disciples beside Su Lin.

"The most wonderful thing about this wine is that it can stir up the deepest desires in one's heart, using them to temper the Divine Soul."

"If one's will is not firm, drinking it will result in making a fool of oneself."

"Desires?"

Luo Ximei sneered and picked up her wine cup. "This Venerable One walks the Demonic Path and plays with desires; what can a mere cup of wine do to me?"

She tilted her head back and downed it heroically.

"Gulp."

The wine went down.

Luo Ximei's body stiffened abruptly.

Immediately after, a black and white intertwined aura erupted from within her.

Two red clouds instantly flew onto her enchanting and beautiful face, her eyes becoming blurred as if covered by a layer of water mist.

"Hot..."

She murmured, reaching out to tug at her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Su Lin beside her.

That white-gold right eye was terrifyingly bright at this moment.

"Revered Master..."

Her voice became incredibly sweet and sticky, carrying a vibrato that made people's bones feel numb.

"You smell so good..."

Before Su Lin could react, Luo Ximei suddenly slid down from her chair like a beautiful snake and wrapped herself directly around Su Lin.

"I want to... eat you."

She opened her mouth, revealing a row of fine, small white teeth, and was about to bite down on Su Lin's neck.

"Wicked disciple! Stop!"

Su Lin was shocked. Just as he wanted to reach out and push her away, he found his other hand held by Su Hongling.

"Hmm... delicious!"

Su Hongling had also drunk a large bowl at this time.

This girl's drinking habits were notoriously bad.

She threw the beast leg in her hand, her face flushed, her eyes staring straight at Su Lin, and then suddenly grinned and giggled foolishly.

"Old Man... you've multiplied."

She reached out and waved in front of Su Lin.

"So many Old Men! I want to pack them all up!"

She suddenly opened her arms, attempting to embrace all the Su Lins in front of her.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Su Lin's head was caught in a pincer attack by his two disciples.

On the left was Luo Ximei's soft, warm embrace, and on the right was Su Hongling's iron-head technique.

"Ugh!"

Su Lin felt his head buzzing.

"You two... sober up!"

He tried to circulate his spiritual power to shake them off, but the aftereffect of the Drunken Immortal Brew was simply too strong; even he, as their Revered Master, felt his limbs weak and unable to muster any strength.

"Oh my, it seems the two little sisters cannot hold their liquor."

The White Bone Madam loved the chaos, even having people bring up a few more jugs.

"Young Master, ignore them. Come, this sister will toast you again."

"You are not allowed to drink!"

Chu Weiwei suddenly stood up.

Although she had also drunk wine, as the Medicine Immortal, her tolerance was the strongest.

At this moment, her little face was flushed, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. She clutched that bottle of dark green medicinal powder, swaying as she pointed at the White Bone Madam.

"Witch! You put... aphrodisiacs in the wine!"

"How can you call this an aphrodisiac?" The White Bone Madam blinked innocently. "This is to liven up the mood, understand?"

"Liven up your big head!"

Chu Weiwei slammed the medicine bottle onto the table.

"Daring to drug Revered Master... that is my patent!"

"I want to poison you to death!"

She grabbed a plate of stir-fried eyeballs from the table and, regardless of anything else, threw it directly at the White Bone Madam.

"Splat!"

The plate exploded in mid-air, and those slippery eyeballs flew out like bullets.

The White Bone Madam waved her hand gently, and a bone wall appeared out of thin air, blocking this wave of "hidden weapons" attack.

"Little sister has quite the temper. Since you don't want to drink, then never mind."

She looked at Su Lin with a smile. "Young Master, it seems your disciples all need to rest."

"Coincidentally, the storm outside has already picked up. Why not... I take you to the guest room?"

"Guest room?"

Luo Ximei, who was wrapped around Su Lin, suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes were blurry, but her tone carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"There is only one bed... Revered Master is mine... no one can snatch him..."

As she said this, she suddenly waved her hand.

"Space... Lock!"

Hum—!

A black and white light barrier instantly enveloped the entire round table area.

This was the Domain power she instinctively released while drunk.

Within this Domain, everyone except Su Lin was excluded.

"What are you doing?!"

Su Hongling was bounced away and landed on her butt, the bone in her hand dropping.

She stared blankly for a second, then wailed out loud.

"Number Five, you bully! You stole my Old Man! And you want to steal my meat!"

She grabbed the great sword [no edge] from the ground, stood up shakily, and roared with red eyes:

"I'm going to chop you in half! Half steamed! Half braised!"

"Boom!"

She swung the great sword and smashed it down.

Luo Ximei was not to be outdone. Although she was drunk and unsteady, the instinct of the Demon Venerable remained.

She pinched a spell with one hand, and the phantom of a Demon God appeared behind her. However, this phantom was also drunk; it was no longer holding a weapon, but a huge wine jar.

"Come on! Does this Venerable One fear you?"

"Bang!!"

The great sword collided with the Devilish Qi, and the entire hall trembled.

The plates and bowls on the table shattered all over the floor.

"My braised pork!!" Su Hongling looked at the meat that had fallen to the ground, grief-stricken. "Compensate me! You compensate me!"

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Su Lin was caught in the middle, his head aching.

He looked at the scene, which had turned into a complete mess, and then at the White Bone Madam opposite, who was laughing until she was trembling. A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Was this eating? This was practically a demolition crew team-building exercise!

"All of you, stop!"

Su Lin took a deep breath and slammed the table hard.

"Clap!"

This table, polished from a ten-thousand-year-old Dragon bone, finally couldn't bear the weight and cracked down the middle.

The two people who were fighting paused their movements.

Chu Weiwei, who was preparing to sprinkle poison powder, also stopped.

Three pairs of bleary, drunk eyes looked at Su Lin in unison.

"Revered Master... is angry?" Chu Weiwei asked timidly.

"What do you think?"

Su Lin's face turned dark as he pointed at the mess around them.

"Look at what you look like! Mahayana Stage! Body Integration Stage! If this gets out, how can I, Su Lin, keep my face?"

Su Hongling tilted her head and hiccuped.

"But... this wine is quite tasty... sweet..."

"That's an adjective!" Su Lin was exasperated.

"Revered Master..."

Luo Ximei leaned over, hanging limply on Su Lin's arm, her white-gold eyes full of grievance.

"She was the one who started it... I just wanted to protect Revered Master..."

"Is that protection? That's you wanting to hog him all to yourself!" Su Hongling retorted immediately.

"That's enough!"

Su Lin pressed his throbbing temples.

"Now, immediately, right now! All of you, go back to your rooms and sleep! Anyone who dares to make trouble again, I will throw her out to feed the storm!"

This sentence still had some deterrent power.

Although the three were drunk, their awe of Su Lin remained.

They glared at each other and unwillingly put away their weapons and Divine Abilities.

"Then... who does Revered Master sleep with?"

Chu Weiwei suddenly asked the most core question.

The scene fell into dead silence again.

Three lines of sight shone on Su Lin like searchlights.

Su Lin: "..."

He looked at the White Bone Madam.

The White Bone Madam shrugged and pointed behind her.

"There is only one guest room. After all, this sister doesn't really receive outside guests here; those pretty boys all sleep in cages."

Only one room?

Su Lin looked at these three disciples eyeing him like tigers, feeling his vision go dark.

Is this a question of one room?

This is a question of a Shurafield!

"Since there is only one..."

Su Lin gritted his teeth and made an extremely difficult decision.

"Then... we'll sleep on the floor."

"Yay!!!"

The three disciples cheered.

Sleeping on the floor is good! Sleeping on the floor means we can sleep together!

...

A quarter of an hour later.

Deep within the White Bone Palace, inside a huge guest room.

This room was indeed very large, about half the size of a basketball court, and the floor was covered with thick white beast fur that felt soft and squishy to step on.

But the problem was, there was no bed here.

Only a huge, circular... couch that looked like it was used for some kind of multi-person activity.

"This sister has unique tastes, Young Master, don't blame me."

The White Bone Madam leaned against the doorway, smiling significantly.

"This is made from the fur of the [Phantom Dream Beast]; lying on it allows one to have sweet dreams. Wish you... a good night's sleep, Young Master."

After speaking, she closed the door extremely considerately, even adding a soundproof Restriction.

Inside the room, candles flickered.

Su Lin looked at the huge round couch, then at the three disciples behind him who had started taking off their shoes, their eyes glowing, and silently walked to the corner and sat down cross-legged.

"I'll sleep here. You three, sleep over there."

He pointed to the round couch.

"Huh?"

Su Hongling grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Why? It's so big over there, if we squeeze a bit, we can fit!"

Su Lin closed his eyes and began to meditate.

"Revered Master..."

Luo Ximei walked over barefoot, her steps unsteady.

She squatted in front of Su Lin and reached out a finger to poke Su Lin's knee.

"The floor is cold."

"This Revered Master has Divine Ability protection; it is not cold."

"But I'm cold."

As Luo Ximei said this, she actually tipped directly into Su Lin's embrace.

"Revered Master's body is warm."

"I'm cold too!"

Chu Weiwei followed suit, drilling in from the other side.

"Revered Master, Weiwei has a cold constitution and needs Yang Qi..."

"I want to, I want to too!"

Seeing that the spot was taken, Su Hongling jumped in anxiety and directly performed a Mount Tai Press, hugging Su Lin from behind.

"I don't care! I want to hug the Old Man and sleep!"

"..."

Su Lin opened his eyes, looking at these human accessories all over him, and sighed.

Tired.

Just destroy it all.

The aftereffect of the Drunken Immortal Brew was still coursing through his body, making him feel sleepy as well.

Added to that were these three furnaces; the warm touch, mixed with the fragrance of wine and body scent, constantly assaulted his nerves.

"Only sleeping is allowed."

Su Lin finally compromised.

"If anyone dares to move around..."

"No moving, no moving! Absolutely no moving!"

The three shook their heads like rattles.

Su Lin was helpless and could only let them hug him, being dragged to that huge round couch like a large body pillow.

The moment he lay down.

Su Hongling immediately occupied the position on the left, one leg habitually pressing on Su Lin.

Luo Ximei grabbed the right side, her head resting on Su Lin's shoulder, her hand resting restlessly on Su Lin's waist.

Chu Weiwei could only aggrievedly lie at Su Lin's feet, hugging his calf.

"Goodnight, Revered Master."

"Sweet dreams, Revered Master."

"Old Man, don't snore."

Soon, rhythmic breathing came from the room.

Su Lin looked at the starry sky pattern inlaid with night pearls on the ceiling, feeling that this day had lasted longer than a hundred years.

Just as he was drowsily about to fall asleep.

A hand quietly reached into his lapel.

Su Lin grabbed that hand.

It was Luo Ximei's hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a low voice.

Luo Ximei kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum.

"Touching... to see if it's still there..."

"It is. Go to sleep."

Su Lin took her hand out and tucked it back under the quilt.

After a while.

Another foot rubbed up along his pant leg.

It was Chu Weiwei.

"...Number Three."

"Revered Master... my leg is a bit itchy..."

"If it's itchy, scratch the wall."

Su Lin sent a bolt of spiritual power over, pinning that foot in place.

Immediately after.

"Smack."

Su Hongling turned over, her mouth imprinting directly on Su Lin's face, and even stuck out her tongue to lick it once.

"braised pork... so fragrant..."

"..."

Su Lin closed his eyes in despair.

This life, it's impossible to go on.