The Fairy's Drunken Night! A Tender Night! This Karma is Immense!

The Three Xiāo Fairies were usually dignified, aloof, or lively, most of the time adhering to the decorum of female immortals.

But the "Great Dao Drunken Immortal Brew" was simply too potent in its medicinal power, coupled with their excellent mood today—after a few bowls downed, everyone's demeanor gradually shifted.

The first to succumb was Bixiao.

This girl was the most fond of drinking, finding the wine sweet and pleasant, so she kept gulping it down without restraint.

At this moment, her delicate little face was flushed red, like a ripe apple.

Her usually clear, large eyes were now filled with hazy mist, her whole body limp as she lay on the table, still clutching Ye Xuan's sleeve.

"Ye... Daoist Ye..."

Bixiao let out a tipsy burp, grinning as she leaned close to Ye Xuan, reaching out a finger to poke his cheek.

"No, now I should call you... dear brother."

"Heehee, dear brother, your eyes are so beautiful, there are stars hidden in them... have another bowl with me!"

The usually aloof Qiong Xiāo had also shed all her defenses now.

She propped her cheek on one hand, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she looked at Ye Xuan, a silly smile hanging at the corner of her lips, occasionally letting out a soft laugh, completely unlike her usual demeanor of keeping others at a distance.

As for the eldest sister, Yun Xiāo.

She had intended to stay sober and look after her sisters.

But seeing Ye Xuan and her elder brother drinking so heartily, she couldn't bear to spoil the fun, so she joined in for a few more cups.

Coupled with the fact that Ye Xuan had previously swallowed the Yellow Middle Plum and refined the Chaos Bead, he naturally exuded a fresh and pleasant aura of Chaos Origin, which held an innate attraction for cultivators.

Under the dual influence of the alcohol and this aura, this usually dignified and steady head of the female immortals of the Sect of Interception unconsciously relaxed her tense mind, her gaze becoming incredibly soft.

"Come, Brother Ye, cheers!"

Zhao Gongming raised his wine bowl, ready to clink glasses again.

But just as his hand reached halfway, his whole body suddenly wobbled.

"Thud!"

A dull sound.

This senior outer disciple of the Sect of Interception, having drunk the most after all, toppled headfirst onto the carpet beside him. Within two breaths, thunderous snoring echoed through the cave dwelling.

"Big brother... big brother is asleep..."

Bixiao stood up groggily, but her feet felt like they were treading on cotton, and she stumbled straight toward Ye Xuan.

Although Ye Xuan possessed the physical body of a Great Emperor, this wine was brewed from an Innate Spiritual Root, its potency directly assaulting the Primordial Spirit.

He too was now lightheaded, his consciousness blurred.

He instinctively reached out to steady her, but ended up causing Yun Xiāo and Qiong Xiāo beside him to lose their balance as well.

The four of them swayed unsteadily, none knowing who tripped whom, until they stumbled and collapsed toward the massive cloud bed deep within the cave dwelling.

Since they were drunk, then let them sleep.

No one used their magical power to expel the alcohol.

Cultivation knows no time; a rare chance to drown sorrows in drink—if even getting drunk required cheating with magic, what would be the point?

Three days later.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the cracks in the cave dwelling, spilling onto the wide cloud bed.

Ye Xuan's eyelids twitched.

His head felt heavy.

That was his first sensation upon waking.

Then, he felt as if his entire body was pinned down by something heavy, unable to move.

Especially his chest—it was weighed down, somewhat stifling.

Moreover, a remarkably pleasant fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

It wasn't the scent of wine, but a bodily fragrance like orchids or musk, even a mixture of several different aromas.

"What's going on..."

Ye Xuan groggily opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning.

When he saw the scene before him, his pupils instantly contracted, his scalp tingled, and his entire body froze stiff.

There, on the cloud bed large enough to hold several people, the four of them were tangled together in a heap.

And he was lying right in the middle.

On his chest, Bixiao clung to him like an octopus, her whole body sprawled over him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, one long, slender leg carelessly straddled across his waist, and her delicate little face was buried in his chest, sleeping soundly, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth.

To his left, Qiong Xiāo lay on her side, her hair disheveled. One of her jade-like arms rested on Ye Xuan's lower abdomen, half her body leaning against him.

What shocked Ye Xuan the most was his right side.

The Yun Xiao Fairy, who was usually the most dignified, always walking with proper decorum.

Was now pillowing her head on his right arm, her entire body curled up like a lazy kitten nestled in his embrace.

One of her hands unconsciously gripped the lapel of Ye Xuan's robe, her sleeping face serene and peaceful.

A beauty in each arm.

And another lying on top of him.

This scene...

"Hiss—"

Ye Xuan sucked in a sharp breath.

If Tongtian Jiaozhu saw this, would he directly summon the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and chop up this newly appointed Guest Elder?

This karmic debt was truly enormous!

Just as Ye Xuan's mind went blank, thinking about how to end this with dignity—

The Yun Xiao in his arms and the Bixiao on top of him both stirred at almost the same time.

"Mmm..."

Bixiao drowsily rubbed against Ye Xuan's chest, seeming to find this "pillow" very springy and pleasant to the touch, even unconsciously reaching out to pinch it twice.

Hm?

Wrong.

Why was it warm? And beating?

Bixiao opened her eyes in confusion, her gaze slowly focusing.

When she saw that what she was lying on wasn't a pillow, but Ye Xuan's handsome face, she instantly froze like stone.

One breath later.

"Ah—!"

A high-pitched scream shattered the morning calm.

Bixiao bounced off Ye Xuan like she'd been shocked, her face bright red, frantically straightening her disheveled robes, her big eyes darting everywhere, not daring to look at Ye Xuan at all.

That shout fully woke Yun Xiao and Qiong Xiao as well.

Yun Xiao's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When she realized she was curled up in Ye Xuan's arms, pillowing her head on his arm, this senior disciple of the Sect of Interception's brain instantly short-circuited.

In that moment, her earlobes, pale as jade, turned red at a visible speed.

She jerked her hand back like she'd been shocked, trying to sit up, but moving too hastily, she nearly bumped into Ye Xuan's chin.

"Dao... Daoist..."

Yun Xiao forced herself to sit up calmly, reaching up to smooth the stray hairs at her temples, but her trembling fingers mercilessly betrayed her inner panic and shyness.

As for Qiong Xiao.

After waking up, she looked left and right, saw the situation, and said nothing.

She just silently sat up, turned her back to everyone, and remained wordless.

But Ye Xuan clearly saw that her neck, usually fair, was now as red as a boiled shrimp.

Awkward.

Deadly awkward.

The air seemed thick with pink bubbles, making it hard to breathe.

None of the four spoke, none knowing how to explain this absurd night.

Though everyone's clothes were still on, and nothing truly boundary-crossing had happened, This level of sharing a bed and skin-to-skin contact was still a massive shock for immortals of this era.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze solid—

In the corner of the outer hall.

The figure everyone had forgotten suddenly turned over.

"Snore..."

Zhao Gongming smacked his lips twice, mumbling drowsily:

"Good wine... Brother Ye... another bowl..."

This sudden sleep-talk instantly broke the stalemate.

Whoosh—

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

Thank goodness!

Good thing this big lightbulb hasn't woken up yet! If he saw this scene, there'd be no explaining it!

Thanks to Zhao Gongming's interruption, the suffocating awkwardness eased slightly.

Yun Xiao, as the eldest sister, had a strong mental constitution.

She took a deep breath, her face regaining some composure, though her gaze still wandered, unable to meet Ye Xuan's eyes directly.

"Ahem... well, the wine was too strong."

"I've embarrassed myself before you, fellow cultivator."

Ye Xuan quickly seized the chance to back down, sitting up with a dry laugh. "Right, right, Brother Zhao's wine truly lives up to its reputation—even I blacked out. Haha, haha..."

Though they said this, all four knew the truth.

After that night of "sharing a bed," the nature of their relationship had fundamentally changed.

The layer of polite distance, that window paper between them, had been silently torn through.

An unspoken sentiment quietly sprouted among the four.

Watching the three fairies' shy, bashful expressions, Ye Xuan felt a pang of reluctance to leave this warm nest, but he knew this wasn't the place to linger.

If he stayed any longer, and Zhao Gongming woke up asking where he'd slept last night—that image was too beautiful to contemplate.

Besides, his heart couldn't take this kind of stimulation.

"Well... Yun Xiao Fairy, and you two younger sisters."

Ye Xuan stood, straightened his robes, and spoke seriously.

"I've been away from the human race for too long, and I worry about their safety. Since I've already visited the Sect of Interception, it's time to return and see how things are."