Ding Fire shattered baleful might, the savage flame blade left the jackals nowhere to hide

Amid the savage wooded ridges, the tavern seethed with noise and commotion, like a bustling burial ground.

The clamor had barely lasted a moment before a woman in a cloth skirt, with a thornwood hairpin, was shoved outside.

Outside, the cold had frozen the earth, and thick ice covered the river, yet the woman's rounded thighs were bare, her creamy white skin showing beneath her ragged skirt.

Leaning against the doorframe, she beckoned incessantly. "Gentlemen, come have some fun!"

"There's wine and meat, and pleasure besides-"

Below the slope, Jiang Yi tethered the two horses beside a tree and frowned. "Who could fall for such a crude trick?"

Yang Xun grinned. "It's enough for that wretch He Laohun."

Jiang Yi looked up again. In the time those few words had taken, He Laohun had already swayed his way into the tavern. For a moment, Jiang Yi was speechless.

"Grandpa, something seems wrong with this tavern. Could it be a bandit cultivator den?"

He Laohun was, after all, at the Qi Refining Second Stage. Though his years of toil in the Quenching Room had left him worn down and injured, his Qi and Blood prematurely depleted, he had still tempered his tendons and bones. His physique far surpassed an ordinary person's. A village woman flashing a little flesh could hardly have stolen his wits.

Jiang Yi's eyes flickered as he thought, Could the problem lie in the smell of wine and meat?

Yang Xun's sparse eyebrows twitched, his vicious expression laid bare like a mountain vulture ready to devour a man. "Nothing but meat pigs raised by the Yin Puppet Sect, and they've actually wandered into Qianji Sect territory. I was just fretting over having nowhere to ritually refine my Law Artifacts! They're destined to serve our purposes!"

He lowered his