The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Using his status as a member of the Wang Family, getting to the second floor was no problem.

As Chen Dong ascended the stairs, he was met with a rich, fragrant aroma of wine. If the bouquet on the first floor was as elegant and light as clear liquor, then the one on the second floor was the intoxicating scent of a fine, aged vintage.

This Wine Immortal Tower was truly extraordinary. Just from the scent alone, Chen Dong felt his injuries ease slightly.

As he stepped onto the second floor, Chen Dong’s foot slipped. With a loud THUD, he fell flat on his face.

All eyes turned to him. Though no one laughed, the looks of contempt and pity were enough to make Chen Dong flush with embarrassment.

Even the two Fairies stopped drinking and stared at Chen Dong in astonishment.

In the Wangyou Realm, not even a two-year-old would possess such a talent for tripping on flat ground.

For a moment, the same pitying thought crossed both Fairies’ minds. ’This man is surprisingly handsome, what a pity he’s a waste.’

Chen Dong scrambled to his feet, his face red—mostly from the impact, he told himself; he would never admit he was embarrassed. He cursed inwardly, ’This damn luck. I’ll have to be more careful just walking around from now on. Good thing this floor doesn’t have any sharp corners, or I might’ve just been disfigured.’

The crowd looked away, their attention returning to the two Fairies.

The two Fairies sat at separate, facing tables. In front of each were seven celadon wine cups. They had each drained four, and a delicate blush colored their faces.

Chen Dong hadn’t had a drink, but his was still the reddest face in the room.

Wang Yang, whose hands were full carrying the medicinal herbs, couldn’t help Chen Dong up. He said anxiously, ”Young Master, you have to be more careful! If you get hurt, I’ll have a hard time explaining things to the Patriarch when I get back!”

”’Young Master?’” A smirk played on the lips of Zhou Jue, who was also on the second floor. He said mockingly, ”So Drunken Immortal City’s number one beauty has found a husband? That’s fantastic news! Now all those single guys can finally leave the house without any worries!”

Hearing this, Wang Yang furrowed his brow. Mustering his courage, he snapped, ”Zhou Jue, don’t you dare insult my Young Mistress!”

”Wang Xian’Er is Drunken Immortal City’s number one beauty. It’s common knowledge, so how am I insulting her?” Zhou Jue said nonchalantly, putting heavy emphasis on the word ”beauty,” his sarcastic intent obvious.

One could only imagine what Wang Xian’Er’s figure must be like for the title ”number one beauty” to be used as a jeering nickname.

Given Zhou Jue’s strength, and since his words weren’t overtly offensive, Wang Yang could only swallow his anger, fuming silently.

Chen Dong had only met Wang Xian’Er once, so he felt nothing upon hearing this. Instead, he focused his attention on watching the two women drink.

After every cup, they would pause for a moment, unlike on the first floor where they had drunk one after another. It seemed they were using their True Qi to refine the potency of the wine.

Chen Dong was extremely sensitive to medicinal ingredients. The wine’s aroma on the second floor was so rich that he already had a good idea of what herbs had been used to brew it. By his estimation, the wine was so powerfully restorative that if an ordinary, able-bodied man were to drink it, he would immediately spurt blood.

That’s right—spurt. An ordinary person simply couldn’t handle this wine.

At the same time, Chen Dong could also guess most of the wine’s benefits, and his craving for the Immortal Brew grew even stronger. This was only the second tier of wine available. What wonders would the remaining five tiers hold?

’If I could just have one drink,’ he thought, ’it might not be enough to completely restore my cultivation, but it should be sufficient to deal with my current predicament.’

’But where am I supposed to get three hundred Spirit Stones?’ Chen Dong’s head throbbed. ’Getting them from the Wang Family is out of the question. Without my cultivation, so many of my skills are useless, and I haven’t even seen what a Spirit Stone looks like yet.’

Before long, the two Fairies simultaneously finished their seven cups of Immortal Drunk. The second-floor wine was still too easy for them, and the contest remained a draw. They both rose, preparing to head to the third floor.

Chen Dong was already waiting to one side of the staircase to the third floor. As the two ascended, one of them was bound to pass by him. The distance would be about a meter—perfect for Chen Dong to probe their Realms with his Divine Sense.

They approached. The one closer to Chen Dong was Mu Qingzhu, dressed in white.

The moment his Divine Sense made contact, Mu Qingzhu flushed with anger and took a step back. ”How shameless!” she said coldly to Chen Dong.

Feng Wei also stopped. ”What’s wrong?” she asked.

Mu Qingzhu’s brow furrowed. ”My Protective Spiritual Artifact reacted. This man was using his Divine Sense to probe me!”

”Divine Sense?” Feng Wei exclaimed in disbelief. ”Impossible! Mu Qingzhu, you must be mistaken. Only a Golden Core Zhenren can form Divine Sense.”

Then, killing intent flashed in her eyes. ”We’ll know whether it’s true or not after I hit him with a palm strike. Even if he is a Golden Core Zhenren, he’s still in the wrong for probing you with his Divine Sense first. I refuse to believe he’d dare do anything to us inside the Drunken Immortal Tower!”

As she spoke, she began to gather energy for a strike.

Mu Qingzhu remembered how Chen Dong had tripped just walking. He was hardly the image of a Golden Core Realm expert. Besides, the Divine Sense had been extremely weak. ’It must have been some expert from far away whose senses just happened to brush past me by accident,’ she thought.

She quickly shook her head, stopping her. ”Forget it. I was probably mistaken!”

She then gave Chen Dong a slight bow. ”Please don’t be offended, sir. I suppose I was a bit on edge and wrongly accused you!”

Chen Dong was, in fact, the culprit. If Feng Wei had truly struck him, he would have died on the spot in his current state. In a way, Mu Qingzhu had just saved his life. He quickly returned the courtesy. ”There’s no need for that, Fairy!”

Feng Wei shot Chen Dong an arrogant glance, her eyes filled with disdain. She looked at Mu Qingzhu with the same scorn. ”Such an act! You’re already in the Foundation Establishment Realm and you’re still playing these games! As far as I can tell, he’s just an ordinary person. You bow to him—is he even worthy of it?”

Mu Qingzhu smiled, unbothered. ”My father always taught me to treat others with courtesy. It’s a hard habit to break.”

Feng Wei sighed. ”Fine, let’s go. We’ll continue our match. How about adding that Protective Spiritual Artifact of yours that can sense Divine Sense to the wager? Even I don’t have a Spiritual Artifact like that...”