Feeding Zhuqing Wine Made Him Stronger, Encountering Dai Mubai at the Rose Hotel

Every 888 Drunkenness Points allowed one lottery draw.

The system-designated first beauty to feed him wine was Zhu Zhuqing.

Thus came that scene of a hero saving a beauty in the wasteland.

At that moment, Fang Fan rested his head on Zhu Zhuqing's fragrant shoulder. Her delicate scent was clear and elegant, like an orchid deep in a valley mingled with morning dew, threading into his nostrils.

A few strands of silky hair brushed across his cheek, soft and smooth, ticklish yet inexplicably wonderful.

Hearing his drunken groans, Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed slightly.

This guy really was a drunkard.

When he drank the wine she fed him, he wore such an intoxicated expression, his eyes half-closed like a cat getting its chin scratched.

She was speechless inside. How had she ended up finding herself a father?

Yet he was so powerful. With a single sword strike, he had slain seven pursuers and rescued her from certain doom.

Among those seven pursuers were two Soul Ancestors, three Soul Elders, and two Soul Grandmasters. No one their age could possibly have accomplished such a feat; they would have only met death if they encountered them.

Yet he had killed them all with ease.

That showed just how powerful and monstrous he was. It was simply heaven-defying!

This kindness was greater than the heavens!

With one hand supporting his waist and the other holding the white jade wine flask, she half-supported and half-carried him into Suotuo City.

The guards at the city gate saw a cool and beautiful girl covered in wounds supporting a drunken youth in white. They looked twice but did not stop them.

Once inside the city, shops lined both sides of the street, while carriages and horses filled the air with noise.

As Zhu Zhuqing supported Fang Fan down the street, passersby began talking.

"Who's that drunkard? He actually has such a beautiful young girl supporting him!"

"Damn, he's lucky. That figure, those long legs, that skin—you could squeeze water out of it... tsk, tsk."

"This drunk must have cultivated blessings for a thousand lifetimes to meet such a stunning young beauty!"

Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks reddened slightly under their remarks, and she quickened her pace.

But Fang Fan gave another muddled groan. "Wine..."

Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the stopper and fed him another mouthful.

Amber liquor slid into his mouth, its fragrance spreading through the air.

"Damn! That beauty is even feeding him wine! If I could find a wife like that, losing fifty years off my life would be worth it!"

A burly man slapped his thigh and shouted, drawing a burst of laughter.

Zhu Zhuqing's face burned even hotter as she nearly jogged through the crowd.

The journey exhausted her terribly.

Fang Fan leaned limply against her, his head resting in the hollow of her shoulder, drool soaking the front of her clothes.

The cool, damp sensation should have felt sticky and unpleasant, but she did not dislike it. Instead, she found his scent rather nice.

The fragrance of wine mixed with the smell of soap pods, like a bamboo grove after snow or a clear mountain spring.

Breathing in that scent, she unexpectedly felt calm and secure.

Perhaps it was because he was somewhat handsome, with swordlike brows, a high nose bridge, jade-like features, and thick eyelashes.

Perhaps it was because he had saved her, or perhaps it was because he was too powerful.

In any case, she did not reject supporting him. She even felt a faint sense of accomplishment.

She quickened her pace and arrived before the Rose Hotel.

At the same moment, in the Star Luo Wasteland.

Dai Weisi arrived at the scene with a Soul Emperor and two Soul Kings. He saw seven corpses strewn across the ground, each pierced through by the Seven-Colored Light Sword. Blood had soaked into the earth and congealed into dark red clots.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Zhu Zhuyun stood alone amid the pile of corpses, her face flushed, chest heaving, hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Ahhh—"

She threw back her head and screamed, her voice shrill and piercing.

The thought of that drunken youth patting her butt earlier drove her mad.

The sensation of his palm on her backside still burned, carrying a tingling numbness. What angered her even more was the humiliation of being unable to resist.

She was the future crown princess. Even Dai Weisi had never touched her hand, yet today, a wine-reeking youth had slapped her twice.

"Smack! Smack!" Those two sounds echoed endlessly in her mind. Every time she recalled them, her face reddened a little more.

Yet beneath her anger, complex feelings also welled up.

That drunkard truly was strong. With one sword strike, he had taken down seven powerful subordinates. Even she, a rank thirty-seven Soul Elder, had been suppressed by his sword intent.

That overwhelming power frightened her, yet also stirred a trace of excitement within her.

And he was somewhat handsome as well. Dressed in fluttering white, he descended from the sky and stood with his hands behind his back atop the Seven-Colored Light Sword. Even his sleepy eyes could not conceal his otherworldly bearing.

What concerned her even more was that her Nether Civet Martial Soul had produced a strange resonance at that moment.

When the Seven-Colored Light Sword fell, her Martial Soul seemed to be drawn toward it. Her Soul Power accelerated through her body, and an unprecedented tremor rose from deep within her bloodline, making her whole body shiver.

A beast Martial Soul had actually resonated with a weapon Martial Soul. Could they even form a Martial Soul fusion?

That thought made her feel inexplicably embarrassed and unsettled.

"Zhuyun, are you all right?"

Dai Weisi's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Zhu Zhuyun looked up and saw Dai Weisi striding over in a golden brocade robe, followed by an elderly Soul Emperor and two Soul Kings.

Dai Weisi swept his gaze over the corpses, then crouched down to inspect the wounds.

The sword marks were narrow and deep, the cuts smooth. A single strike had pierced through their bodies and severed even their bones while precisely avoiding vital blood vessels.

It ensured that those struck by the sword suffered enough pain before they died.

This swordsmanship was anything but ordinary.

"Who rescued Zhu Zhuqing?"

Dai Weisi's expression darkened.

Zhu Zhuyun looked at him coldly, disappointment and contempt growing in her eyes.

"This is serious. A drunken youth rescued Zhuqing!

Why were you so late?"

Dai Weisi froze.

"I thought you could handle it with these people. I didn't expect another expert to be involved."

"Humph!"

Dissatisfied with Dai Weisi's late arrival, Zhu Zhuyun gave a cold snort and turned to leave, the hem of her dark purple battle outfit fluttering behind her.

"Zhuyun, wait for me!"

Dai Weisi hurried after her.

He did not know that Zhu Zhuyun was secretly comparing him to that youth in white.

In terms of strength, the youth might have been a Soul King at only thirteen or fourteen years old.

In terms of appearance, the youth in white was as pure as snow and carried an otherworldly grace.

Yet Dai Weisi was weaker than that youth. He had brought a Soul Emperor and Soul Kings with him, but still arrived late.

He had even been powerless while his own fiancée was slapped on the butt.

The difference was obvious after that comparison, leaving her deeply disappointed.

Inside the Rose Hotel, sandalwood incense curled through the air before the front desk, and the candlelight was soft.

Zhu Zhuqing was tired. Although her wounds no longer hurt, supporting him all the way here had drained her greatly.

She planned to put Fang Fan on a bed first, then take a bath and eat.

At that moment, she lowered her head to inspect her injuries. The bruises on her arm had faded by seventy or eighty percent, while the bleeding wound at her waist had already scabbed over with a thin layer, with pink new flesh growing beneath it.

Wounds that should have required at least three days to recover had healed more than halfway in less than half an hour.

She was stunned.

She recalled a gentle stream of Soul Power entering her body along the way. She had assumed it was an illusion at the time, but that power had remained within her, repairing her injuries.

Could it have been him?

She stared at Fang Fan's handsome face so close to hers, curiosity and excitement intertwining in her eyes.

Healing-type soul skills usually required active use, yet she had not seen him release any skill.

Just how many secrets did this youth possess?

[ Ding! Dark attribute +2, affinity +2! ]

"Hmm? I can get rewards just by lying on a beautiful woman?"

Fang Fan's eyelids cracked open, revealing a sliver of hazy gaze before closing again. The curve of his lips deepened slightly.

He adjusted his position and rubbed his face against the hollow of Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, continuing to digest the alcohol and increase his Soul Power.

Zhu Zhuqing helped him over to the front desk.

The receptionist wore a pink uniform and had her hair pinned up in a bun. Seeing the two enter, she put on a professional smile.

"Two rooms." Zhu Zhuqing was brief and direct.

The receptionist glanced at how closely they were pressed together. The youth's head rested on the girl's shoulder, while the girl had an arm around his waist.

They were already hugging each other, yet they wanted two rooms?

She muttered to herself inwardly, but kept smiling.

"We're fully booked. There's only one room left."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a moment and looked down at Fang Fan. He was completely out of it now, breathing evenly.

She could not feel at ease leaving him alone.

"Then one room."

She took out a bag of silver soul coins and accepted the key. The wooden plaque was carved with the words, "Heaven No. 3 Room."

Just then, an overbearing voice came from the entrance.

"The last room at the Rose Hotel was reserved by me! That key should be mine!"