Caught Up in Trouble (Continued)

A moment later, the waiter walked over like a circus performer. With his left hand, he scratched three jars of wine, and with his right arm, he stacked about ten bowls of rice and dishes from his hand to his shoulder. He placed them steadily in front of Si Ming's table without spilling a single drop of soup.

"Great is China, a land of propriety. The origin of wine lies in Du Kang's work in the mulberry grove. The heavens bestow upon us the radiant star of wine, and the earth is dotted with springs of wine..."

I thought that Huang Tu, being a regular at the tavern, must have a good capacity for alcohol. But I didn't expect that after only drinking half a jar, he had already lost his mind, throwing all his usual manners to the wind. He stood with one foot on the chair and the other on the table, loudly clapping and singing.

No one stepped forward to tell Huang Tu to be quiet, because the tavern was full of drunkards like him who would lose their minds and act wildly after getting drunk. As long as they didn't hit anyone, no one would stop them. And those who sang loudly like Huang Tu would be applauded and cheered.

The Nation of Valor are usually reserved and disciplined, but once they drink, it's as if they're about to unleash all the pressure they've been holding in, becoming exceptionally unrestrained and dissolute.

Si Ming neither smoked nor drank alcohol in moderation, so he suggested, "Brother Huang, please use your Internal Cultivation to expel the alcohol."

Huang Tu waved his hand and said, "Using Internal Cultivation to expel the alcohol while drinking, what kind of drinking is that? Drinking should be about letting go of all inhibitions, drinking heartily and without restraint, until you're completely drunk!"

As he spoke, he opened his shirt, revealing a tall, strong physique, muscular legs, muscular arms, a prominent chest, and a deep voice; his entire being exuded a strong masculine aura.

With one person taking the lead, the other drinkers followed suit, taking off their clothes and revealing their muscular physiques. At a glance, the room was filled with naked, rugged men, and the smell of alcohol seemed to be filled with the scent of male hormones.

Si Ming's titanium alloy eyes were practically blinded by what he saw. What was this scene? Was it a gay ukiyo-e painting? This tavern wasn't an ordinary tavern, but rather a branch of the Church of New Nippori, wasn't it?

Although he had long heard that the Nation of Valor admired masculine beauty, this was too much. They were all fitness enthusiasts. Si Ming felt that his physique was like a piece of fresh meat thrown into a pile of pig's trotters. He could vaguely feel that his butt was about to give off a warning.

All the intelligence reports about Nation of Valor that he had read before were not as impressive to Si Ming as this scene. Discipline, straightforwardness, pragmatism, and taciturnity all vanished completely, leaving only the equation "Nation of Valor = Bro" in his mind.

This environment was worse than hell. Si Ming couldn't stand it any longer. Without saying a word, he threw down the money for the drinks, grabbed the Huang Tu, and quickly left the tavern.

"I can still drink... I'm not drunk... Let's continue..."

Huang Tu was slurring his words in a drunken manner. Si Ming tried to use his internal energy to expel the alcohol from Huang Tu's body, but Huang Tu's Internal Cultivation circulated on its own, resisting the invasion of the strange force. Forcibly penetrating would only damage his meridians and internal organs. Si Ming had no choice but to wait for Huang Tu to wake up on his own.

"Today was a terrible experience. Why did I have to take care of someone who wants revenge on me?"

Si Ming sighed, but he couldn't just abandon the person; otherwise, he would definitely be held responsible if anything went wrong.

"Si Ming, please entrust His Highness to me."

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler came out.

As a member of the royal family, it was perfectly normal for Huang Tu to have guards secretly protecting him. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have dared to get drunk.

Si Ming had no doubts and was about to hand the Huang Tu to the other party when he suddenly sensed fluctuations in the other party's aura and stopped.

"Your internal energy hasn't calmed down yet. Did you just get into a fight?"

The middle-aged man nodded and admitted, "I was just bothered by a drunkard, and I used a little bit of my True Qi to get rid of him."

"Oh, I see..."

Si Ming nodded, seemingly believing the other's explanation. However, what he did was pull the drunken Huang Tu behind him, putting on a wary expression. "As a shadow guard protecting people from the shadows, you were actually discovered by a drunkard. It seems your abilities are quite limited. I'll take care of him. You lead the way."

The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile, explaining as he approached, "Si Ming, you're really overthinking it. Actually, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a vicious nine-section whip swept out, coiling around Si Ming's neck like a venomous snake, intending to strangle him on the spot.

"Sigh, that's why I said drinking leads to trouble; I got dragged into it for no reason."

As Si Ming sighed, he trembled, unleashing a surge of Yuan Power that swept across the eight directions. With a single palm strike, he shattered the nine-section whip into nine fragments.

"Kid, just accept your bad luck."

Upon witnessing Si Ming's divine power, the middle-aged man's eyebrows twitched slightly. He realized that this seemingly weak student was actually a master. However, this was a golden opportunity. He had finally managed to sever the other spies and secretly drugged Huang Tu. How could he let it go to waste? He immediately activated his inner energy, and a scorching heat flowed from the soles of his feet into the earth.

"Burning Fire Earth Eruption!"

A wave of flames shot out, and in order to protect Huang Tu, Si Ming could only raise his palm into a blade and use the "Asura Pardons Buddha" move to cleave the flames in the face. However, he was also hit by a surge of Yuan Power and was knocked back several steps.

"Spirit Transformation cultivation level!"

Even if Si Ming thought with his little finger, he could guess that he was likely to be drawn into the struggle for the throne. Otherwise, why would a dignified Nascent Spirit Transformation Grandmaster come to ambush a junior? Recalling his experience in France, he felt a real headache coming on and did not want to get involved. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Let's call it quits here, go our separate ways, and pretend nothing happened today. What do you think of this suggestion?"

The response to Si Ming was two palms imbued with scorching heat and energy, their sinister shadows and blazing light suffocating, each move ruthless and deadly.

Why can't you listen to other people's good advice?

Having exhausted his patience, Si Ming pressed forward with his palm, refusing to back down. The moment the two struck each other, a wave of heat filled the surroundings.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. Although he was prepared and had used a technique to deflect force, he did not expect the opponent's strength to be so formidable. With a "crack," his arm was broken. He quickly retreated, using the technique of transferring force with each step, directing the power to the ground. He retreated seven steps, leaving seven footprints, before finally catching his breath.

Si Ming felt a surge of fiery energy rush into his meridians, but his Blazing Yang Battle Art, which he cultivated, was of the fire element, and he easily neutralized it. Then, he pressed his advantage relentlessly, his hands moving with the force of a tiger, his eyes fierce as he launched a desperate counterattack, punch after punch, each move possessing unparalleled divine power, enough to shatter mountains and break peaks. Yet, his power was highly concentrated, not a single bit leaking out, and even the wind from his punches appeared extremely weak.

Having learned his lesson, the middle-aged man no longer dared to fight head-on. He immediately changed his tactics, making contact with the enemy and then retreating, resorting to hit-and-run tactics. Knowing that he could not succeed this time, he began to retreat.

"I told you to leave earlier, but you wouldn't. Now it's too late!"

Si Ming pressed forward relentlessly, maintaining a firm advantage even while carrying a man. In the midst of the struggle, he seized an opportunity, unleashing his inner energy and slashing out with the True Yang Vermilion Blaze Saber, striking his opponent's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The air was instantly filled with the stench of burnt human flesh.

"Die, Blazing Sun Heavenly Saber!"

The blazing sword energy coiled like a snake, blocking the opponent's retreat. Even though the middle-aged man was fighting with all his might, he had already lost an arm, and his strength was at the lower end of the Spirit Transformation. After holding out for dozens of rounds, Si Ming seized the opportunity and slashed his chest with his sword. Blood burst forth, the wound turned charred black, and countless ribs in his chest were broken. He crashed into the wall behind him and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood.

If the middle-aged man had tried to escape from the start, Si Ming, carrying a Huang Tu, might not have been able to stop him. However, after taking Si Ming's first blow and losing an arm, the man's defeat was inevitable, and he could no longer escape.

"Even Spirit Transformation wouldn't dare to openly assassinate royalty. You must be wearing a human skin mask. Let me see your true appearance."

Si Ming reached out to grab the middle-aged man's face. Just then, a figure pounced and attacked the Huang Tu on his back. Even though Si Ming knew this was a strategy of attacking Wei to rescue Zhao, he had no choice but to turn around and defend himself.

With a clap of his hands, Si Ming felt an extremely fierce burst of heat penetrate his body, rampaging through his meridians and causing destruction everywhere. Its insidious and ruthless nature was no less than that of the "True Scripture of Sinful Punishment." Even with his strong physique, he was still tormented by the pain.