Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 266: Chapter 155: Primordial Spirits as Wine—The More You Drink, the More You Have! My Name Is Li Linglang_3

”Brother Fan, about Meng Qingtong’s case...”

At this moment, Liu Xingtui put down his chopsticks, hesitating to speak. He knew Zhang Fan wouldn’t call them out for no reason, certainly not just for a meal.

”Meng Qingtong’s matter is big. People from Zhenwu Mountain have already gone to Shangjing City. This isn’t going to be settled so easily.” Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

”The higher-ups even suspect he’s involved with the Wuwei Sect. You two have been following him for so long, and you didn’t notice anything?”

As soon as these words left his mouth, Liu Xingtui’s face changed. He hurriedly replied, ”Brother Fan, honestly, we had no idea. Usually, Meng Qingtong rarely even came to the club.”

Being in cahoots with the Wuwei Sect—that’s a hell of an accusation. If they got dragged into this, forget about their future, they’d probably lose all their cultivation too.

Liu Xingyu caught the hint and stopped eating altogether.

”You two, don’t worry too much. If you’re innocent, you’ll be fine. If you’re not, you won’t.” Zhang Fan tried to reassure them.

At that, the Liu Brothers couldn’t help but exchange a glance.

Don’t worry? With you saying that, who the hell wouldn’t be worried?

”Brother Fan, what’s Zhenwu Mountain’s attitude?” Liu Xingtui asked nervously.

”Zhenwu Mountain’s meaning is already clear. For now, I’m in charge. You don’t need to be afraid. I’m on good terms with the Daoist Alliance. As long as you two are really in the clear, I promise no one will trouble you.”

Hearing this, Liu Xingtui picked up the Sheepfold Mountain liquor on the table and stood up.

”With your word, Brother Fan, my brother and I have nothing more to say. We’ll follow you to the end.”

With that, Liu Xingchui lifted his head and downed the Sheepfold Mountain liquor in his hand in one gulp.

Zhang Fan saw all this but said nothing.

As the old saying goes, if you want to tame someone, first make them respect you; then make sure they feel you’re their only option; next, satisfy their interests; and finally, make them feel saved.

At this moment, to the Liu Brothers, Zhang Fan was their only lifeline, at least for now—no wonder they’re so loyal.

”We’re all from the same sect. No need to be so formal.”

Zhang Fan raised his hand, gesturing for the Liu Brothers to sit and continue eating.

Right now, Liu Xingtui and Liu Xingyu’s emotions were a complicated mess. Ever since Meng Qingtong got into trouble, the two of them had been on edge until now.

After all, this case involved the Three Corpses Primordial Pill and had already alarmed the higher-ups. Without solid backing, it’s all too easy to get implicated.

Now, with Zhang Fan’s promise, they finally felt a bit relieved.

”Master Jiu, after all these years, you’re still holding on to this shabby little spot?”

Just then, a bright and clear woman’s voice rang out at the doorway, echoing through the cold and clear little restaurant.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a beautiful, mature woman walk in. She looked about thirty or forty, kept in great shape, body curvy even under loose clothes, no makeup but still exuding a seductive charm from her brows and eyes.

As the woman entered, Master Jiu—who’d been lounging behind the counter—suddenly straightened up like he’d seen a ghost, wide-eyed and staring at her.

”Relax, I’m not here for you today,”

The woman didn’t even look at him, just glanced around the room and fixed her gaze on Zhang Fan’s table.

She walked over and sat right next to Zhang Fan without hesitation.

”Huh!? And you are...?”

”Tsk tsk, all grown up and already drinking.” The woman glanced at the bottle of Sheepfold Mountain on the table, chuckling softly.

”Do we know each other?” Zhang Fan frowned slightly.

He couldn’t sense a hint of cultivator’s energy from this woman, but still, he felt nervous—on edge, even a little threatened.

”You know, when you were little, I even held you a few times.” The woman swirled the half-empty bottle with a playful smirk on her lips.

”And who might you be?” Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back.

”Has your father come to see you lately?” The woman suddenly changed the subject, answering with a question.

”I haven’t seen him in a long time.” Zhang Fan shook his head.

”Really? I just came to see if he still cares whether his son lives or dies.”

The woman smiled faintly, picked up a glass, and poured herself a drink.

”Who the hell are you?” Zhang Fan’s expression changed and he shot to his feet.

”My name’s Li Linglang. Didn’t your dad ever mention me?”

As she spoke, the woman casually waved her hand, and suddenly two Primordial Spirits appeared in her palm. The Liu Brothers instantly collapsed onto the table.

”Primordial Spirit as a drink—the more you drink, the better it gets. Want some?” Li Linglang smiled slightly at Zhang Fan.