Tonight, I'm Sleeping with Sister Yueli

Lifting the wooden lid, a rich aroma of wheat mixed with a distinctive bitter fragrance instantly spread across the street corner.

Before long, it drew several curious passersby.

"Miss, what kind of wine is this? Why is there white foam floating on it?" A burly man swallowed.

"Beer. Ten coins a bowl. It cools you down and relieves fatigue." Su Yueli's tone was calm.

The man took out ten copper coins, raised a bowl, and gulped it down.

"Hiss—so satisfying!" His eyes lit up. "It tastes bitter at first, but that icy kick shoots straight to the crown of the head. Fine wine!"

With one customer came a second.

Ten coins per bowl was not cheap for ordinary folk, but it was still affordable. In less than half an hour, a long line had formed before the cart.

In the midst of the bustle, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Those at the back of the line showed reverence and hurriedly moved aside, opening up a path.

Su Yueli looked up and saw a young man in a moon-white robe slowly approaching.

A longsword rested on his back, his features were handsome, and he carried a light, ethereal aura that far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.

Low whispers spread through the crowd.

"An immortal master..."

"Judging by his clothes, he's an outer disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect. What is he doing in our mortal marketplace?"

Listening to the surrounding discussion, Su Yueli lowered her gaze slightly and studied him.

Seeing everyone make way, the young man did not cut in line. Instead, he smiled gently. "There is no need to panic, everyone. Though I am a cultivator, I was also raised in Azure Province City. We are all people of Qing Province, so I shall simply line up and buy wine according to the rules."

With that, he truly went to the very back of the line and waited quietly.

Su Yueli raised a brow inwardly. Cultivators regarded mortals as ants. She had seen the tyranny of the Azure Cloud Sect and heard of the cruelty of village massacres. This was the first time she had seen a disciple of an immortal sect who was so polite and rule-abiding.

This man is rather courteous.

After a while, it was the young man's turn.

The wine barrel was nearly empty; only the last barrel remained.

"Miss, give me a bowl to try." The young man handed over copper coins.

Su Yueli scooped out a bowl and passed it to him.

The young man drained it in one gulp, closed his eyes slightly, then nodded in praise. "Fine wine! It contains no spiritual energy, yet it can sweep away the summer heat of the mortal world and leave one refreshed."

"I'll take all that remains." Still wanting more, he then asked, "How much of this wine can you brew in seven days?"

"Around fifty barrels."

"Good. I'll reserve all of it."

The young man casually tossed out a heavy silver ingot, a full fifty taels. "This is the deposit. I'll come collect it in seven days."

After paying, the young man walked to the empty wine barrel and lightly brushed a finger across its side. The wooden barrel vanished into thin air.

The surrounding mortals cried out in shock. The young man, however, was clearly used to it. With a light tap of his feet, he transformed into a streak of light and rode his sword through the air.

Su Yueli watched the direction in which he departed, a flicker passing through her eyes.

So that was the Storage Ring found only in novels—an entire world hidden within a mustard seed. It truly was incomparably convenient.

Unfortunately, mortals could neither obtain nor afford such immortal treasures.

After selling out the wine, Su Yueli packed up her cart and prepared to return to the martial hall.

Just then, a familiar figure blocked the stall.

It was Zhao Xiu, the young hall master of Mighty Prestige Martial Hall.

"Miss Su, I heard you were selling a strange wine here. I came especially to show my support." Zhao Xiu approached with a smile.

"It's sold out." Su Yueli's tone was flat.

Zhao Xiu glanced at the completely empty barrels, regret showing on his face. "What a pity. In that case, I hope that when you brew more tomorrow, you can sell it to me first. The price is negotiable."

"There won't be any tomorrow. Brewing takes time."

Su Yueli looked at him, then changed the subject. "There will be stock in seven days. Pay the deposit first."

Why turn away money?

It was her first time brewing it, so she had not made much. Although Zhao Xiu's intentions were obvious, there was no reason to push away silver delivered right to her door.

Zhao Xiu froze, clearly not expecting Su Yueli to be so direct. Then he laughed heartily and took out a silver ingot, handing it to her. "Good! Straightforward! I'll come collect the wine in seven days!"

Su Yueli accepted the silver, weighed it in her hand, then turned and pushed the cart away.

Back at the martial hall, Su Yueli calculated the day's earnings.

The copper coins from retail sales, together with the deposits from the young man and Zhao Xiu, amounted to nearly a hundred taels of silver.

In the mortal world, this sum absolutely counted as an enormous fortune.

Without wasting time, Su Yueli went straight to the grain shop in the western part of the city.

With capital in hand, she bought over a thousand jin of barley and medicinal herbs in one go, then hired workers to haul them back to Ironbone Martial Hall on flatbed carts.

As she walked, Su Yueli's thoughts turned.

That outer disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect had seemed easy to speak with and lacked the lofty, superior manner of most immortal sects.

When he came to collect the wine in seven days, perhaps she could use the opportunity to inquire about the cultivation world.

After all, if she wandered blindly through this great mortal city on her own, she would never even touch the threshold of that world.

Immortals and mortals—even martial artists were no exception—were separated like people from two different worlds. The barrier of information was severe.

If she wanted to learn about cultivators, she could only pick up scattered bits of news here and there.

The next seven days passed in a peaceful, regular rhythm.

Every day, apart from watching over several large vats as the wine fermented, Su Yueli practiced her fists in the courtyard without fail, rain or shine.

Tie Ling'er still clumsily practiced the breathing technique. Though her progress was slow, she no longer cried out in pain.

As for the martial apprentices in the front courtyard, whenever they passed through the inner courtyard, their gazes would always drift toward Su Yueli, whether intentionally or not.

Her peerless beauty, coupled with the formidable strength of the third realm, Blood Exchange, held fatal allure for these men.

Yet their reverence outweighed their admiration.

Even Hall Master Tie Tu had marveled at her monstrous Martial Dao talent. How could these lowly martial men, who had not even touched the first realm, possibly find the courage to confess? They could only force their feelings down into their bellies.

On the night seven days later.

An exceptionally rich wine fragrance filled the rear courtyard.

Su Yueli inspected more than a dozen large earthenware vats. Seeing the liquor within roiling with white foam, she nodded in satisfaction.

Tomorrow, she could deliver the goods.

After washing the residue from her hands, Su Yueli pushed open her door and prepared to return to her room to rest.

Just after removing her outer robe, she heard faint footsteps outside.

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open, and Tie Ling'er poked half her head inside before slipping in.

Seeing who it was, Su Yueli froze. Instinctively, she pulled the bedding in front of herself, then realized that seemed rather strange.

So she asked, "Ling'er, why aren't you resting so late? Is something wrong?"

Tie Ling'er, however, jumped straight onto the bed and said with a grin, "I want to sleep with Sister Yueli!"

Su Yueli's lips twitched. She was so stunned that she had not expected such a thing.

Tie Ling'er was different from her. Although both looked around eighteen, nineteen, or twenty, Tie Ling'er truly was that age.

As for Su Yueli, she had lived two lives and had already spent several decades in this world...

Watching the girl crawl toward her, Su Yueli hurriedly shrank into the corner.

No, no—men and women should not touch intimately!