The Immortal Sect's Industry Shifts to a Wartime Footing

Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord and Vast Sea Heavenly Lord gathered several Nascent Soul True Lords who looked quite old and brought Jiang Ding and the others to a place called Copperhead Street for a welcome meal at an open-air food stall.

They ordered spicy crayfish, grilled fish, grilled eggplant... and cases of beer.

"Eight horses! Five champions!"

"Six sixes..."

Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord and the others shouted through drinking games, drank, boasted about how much they could hold, and occasionally rolled up their sleeves to show off their tattoos. They ignored the frowns of the other diners... their manners were terrible.

"Uh..."

Jiang Ding did not like drinking and did not know the games. Feeling awkward, he looked toward True Lord Dinghai and the other two.

Apart from Slaughter Spirit True Lord, all three had a strong scholarly air. None of them looked like drinkers, either.

They calmly ordered a few pots of chilled tea from the owner, then tucked into the spicy crayfish and grilled fish without a word.

Whenever an elder asked them something, they paused to answer. The rest of the time, they ate.

They ate whatever tasted best, and when it ran out, they asked the owner for more. They were not paying, after all, so there was no need to hold back.

Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord and the others did not press them to drink. They acted as though they had taken a few youngsters out for a meal, occasionally asking about their cultivation and studies and offering encouragement.

Most of the time, they shouted back and forth with their brothers, competed over drinks, and bragged.

They barely touched the food. True Lord Dinghai and the others made short work of it.

I get it.

Realization dawned on Jiang Ding, and he followed their example.