Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2261: Chapter 2296: Drinking

After about ten minutes, Zhong Zhiyong returned. He had asked clearly; it cost ten thousand Black Obsidian to use the Cultivation Room for one hour, and one hundred twenty thousand Black Obsidian for a day. The price was quite high.

However, to Ding Fan, this amount was nothing. He requested two million Black Obsidian from Crimson Flame and went out with Zhong Zhiyong.

Ding Fan arrived at the Cultivation Room, directly paid for two days, and walked into a spacious, nearly thousand-square-meter cabin, which was just barely enough for his training.

"Whoosh~"

Ding Fan first used his Shadowless Divine Skill, his body transformed into over a dozen clones, and they started running inside.

Then he attempted to integrate the Reflective Art, applying it as instructed in the memory fragments of the Evil Spirit. However, after several attempts, he still could only produce a dozen or so clones, with no increase or change.

Repeating tests and validations, pausing occasionally for meditation, and then continuing the tests, Ding Fan forgot to eat or sleep, entering in silence. Only when a steward came two days later did he wake up.

"Your time is up!"

The steward said to Ding Fan, but Ding Fan didn’t leave. He turned to the steward and said, "I want to practice for ten more days, one hundred twenty thousand Black Obsidian, right? I will give it to you!"

"Sorry."

Unexpectedly, the steward shook his head and said to Ding Fan, "This Cultivation Room has already been booked by someone else, you can’t cultivate here anymore, please leave."

Ding Fan had only been cultivating for two days, just starting to grasp several techniques. If he stopped now, wouldn’t it all be in vain?

He thought for a moment and then said, "Is there any other Cultivation Room on this airship? I can pay more Black Obsidian!"

"There is definitely no other Cultivation Room."

Before the steward could speak, a pleasant female voice came from outside the Cultivation Room, and a girl in a purple dress leaned against the doorway, saying to Ding Fan, "There is only this one large Cultivation Room on the entire airship, and I’ve booked it for a month. If you want to cultivate, just accompany me for a drink, and I’ll let you use this Cultivation Room for free, and you’ll be making a profit."

To be honest, this Miss Ling Wanru was very beautiful. Although she lacked the refinement of Herr Ningshuang, and wasn’t as lively as Herr Rufeng, or as gentle and wanton as Madam Yan, she possessed a captivating charm unlike any of them.

She had long eyelashes, straight legs, her face was of a typical seductive shape, her eyes were full of laughter, her smile was even more attractive, and her attire was very revealing. The purple dress was sheer, revealing snowy white thighs in many places, a smooth abdomen, and the low-cut neckline hinted at a cleavage. It made one imagine her astonishing opulence.

She had the Great Cultivation Room booked, obviously targeting Ding Fan, but she did not rashly deal with Ding Fan. She used blatant means to render Ding Fan powerless, unless he didn’t want to cultivate anymore.

Ding Fan looked at Miss Wanru leaning against the door and whispered, "Just a drink, right? And I can practice for free?"

Miss Wanru thought for a moment and said, "One drink a day, three drinks for three days of practice. If you wish to continue practicing, you can continue to drink with me."

"Just drinking? Nothing else?" Ding Fan was still a bit uneasy.

"Pfft~"

Miss Wanru laughed, gazing at Ding Fan with seductive eyes, and said, "Did you really think that’s all I want? Just a simple drink will do."

"Okay!"

Ding Fan nodded, stepped outside. Since Miss Wanru was the granddaughter of the merchant ship’s chief commander, she shouldn’t be someone to mess around lightly, otherwise, she would have already made a direct move herself.

Miss Wanru led the way out of the Cultivation Room. Ding Fan followed her out and saw Zhong Zhiyong waiting outside. He softly instructed, "Wait for me here, I’ll have a drink with Miss Wanru and then come back."

Zhong Zhiyong responded, "Okay, young master, I’ll wait for you downstairs."

Ding Fan and Zhong Zhiyong’s conversation was deliberately overheard by Miss Wanru, meaning if Miss Wanru tried anything funny, Zhong Zhiyong would go find Ding Fan.

"Let’s go!"

Miss Wanru smiled back, lifted one foot and flew up. Ding Fan gritted his teeth and followed behind, ascending to the second-level deck.

The second floor was much smaller than the one below, with fewer guest cabins, but each room was several times larger than those below. Here, the Black Obsidian cost was doubled, naturally providing better amenities. Ding Fan glanced around and noticed many maids carrying delicious food, moving about the area.

Miss Wanru swayed her ample hips, walking ahead of him, occasionally turning back to cast seductive smiles at Ding Fan, giving him the feeling of being in the wilderness, following a fox spirit into the unknown.

Passing a cabin, the door suddenly opened, and a young, handsome man walked out. Upon seeing Miss Wanru, he immediately displayed a flattering smile, reaching out to hug her, saying, "Xiao Ruru, I’ve missed you so much."

Miss Wanru wore a contemptuous smile, extended her long leg, and kicked the man straight back into the cabin. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Get lost. If you dare appear before me again, I’ll make sure you can’t be a man, just a flowery pillow, utterly useless."

Ding Fan stopped in his tracks, frowning, a trace of disdain in his eyes, almost wanting to take flight.

From their interactions, Ding Fan could tell that Miss Wanru was indeed a truly promiscuous woman. She had unclear relations with that man, had been involved in that kind of thing with him, and did not actually like him, seemingly finding him insufficiently enduring?

This is a woman of uninhibited nature!

Influenced by Huaxia culture, Ding Fan’s thinking remains conservative. He refused Zhong Zhiyong’s suggestion to visit the brothel, clearly indicating his character is not quite open.

When Miss Wanru saw Ding Fan halt his steps, her eyes scanned around, forming a crescent moon. She smiled and said, "Come now, little brother, don’t you want to cultivate?"

Ding Fan endured the discomfort in his heart, following her indifferently until he followed Miss Wanru into her cabin.

The cabin was luxuriously decorated, containing two golden tables filled with fine wines and delicacies, with two maids kneeling on the ground.

Miss Wanru walked in confidently, kneeling behind a golden platform as she saw Ding Fan hesitating at the cabin door. She laughed, facing upwards, and said: "What’s wrong? Afraid? Afraid I will devour you? Don’t worry, I’m not that bad, I just want to conquer men, especially ones as untamed as you."

"Want to conquer men?"

Feeling slightly awkward, Ding Fan wanted to touch his nose but forgot he was still wearing that Qingmu mask.

In this world, although many women are powerful, like the Silver Condor Goddess, like Madam Yan, most rulers are still men.

In this world, the strong are respected, men rule the world, women often become vassals. So in most cases, it is men conquering women, not women conquering men, making Ding Fan feel embarrassed.

Since he had already followed along, he might as well drink a few glasses. Ding Fan gritted his teeth and walked in, kneeling behind another golden platform. The two maids poured each of them a cup of blood-red liquid. Ding Fan looked at it and said, "Is this alcohol?"

"Yes!"

Ling Wanru lazily leaned half of her body against the golden table, smiling slightly: "This wine is called Blood Droplet Rose. It’s a very strong wine. If you don’t force it out with True Yuan, even if you’re a very skilled drinker, you can’t drink ten glasses without falling."

"This person is abnormal, and the wine is abnormal too."

Ding Fan thought to himself, lifting the cup, yet not knowing how to drink with the Qingmu mask on. If he took it off, would his identity be revealed?

Ling Wanru noticed Ding Fan holding the cup in mid-air, showing a hint of sarcasm: "Take off your broken mask. Your Qingmu mask is a low-end product. Generally, the heirs of large families have learned Barrier Method and can easily see through it. For example, I can easily see your face."

Ding Fan was startled and asked, "Can you see what I look like?"

Ling Wanru nodded, her ring glowed slightly as she took out a pen and paper, her strokes moving like dragons and snakes on the white paper, sketching in less than a few minutes, forming a portrait. Ding Fan glanced at it and was shocked.

Jiang Qiling’s drawing skill was excellent, the characters were vivid, the scene depicted was Ding Fan standing on the Super Airship deck looking into the distance. Though it was a side profile with only half depicted, it was lifelike and resembled Ding Fan entirely, capturing his spirit well.

Ling Wanru put away the pen, shrugged, and said: "How’s that? Do you believe now?"

Ding Fan nodded, looking at the two maids, Jiang Ciling gestured them with a wave, they left and closed the cabin door.

Ding Fan removed the mask, lifted his glass towards Ling Wan and said, "This is the first glass."

Ding Fan downed the glass in one gulp, finding it quite pleasant, the alcohol smooth upon entry. He silently nodded, thinking the wine was quite normal, and wanted to pour himself another glass.

However, just then, he suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, quickly sweeping through his entire body. He felt overheated, his face flushed, dizzy, and his body slightly trembled.

"This wine... really is too strong!" Grip tightening around the golden table, Ding Fan steadied his body, clenching his teeth, earlier thinking it harmless but unexpectedly finding the alcohol so potent.

"Hehe~"

Ling Wanru laughed alluringly, her chest lightly trembling, so captivating one couldn’t look away. After a moment of laughter, she took a sip and said: "Little guy, is this wine powerful? Don’t get drunk, or when you wake up it’ll be a shame if you lose your dignity. If you can’t drink, don’t force yourself, otherwise... will you wash my feet? Wash my feet once and I’ll let you cultivate for three days for free, how’s that?"

The affair of drinking, if you use True Yuan to force the wine out, you lose the essence of wine. Therefore, martial artists either don’t drink or disdain those who use True Yuan to expel the wine.

Ding Fan would never do such tasteless things, so either he quit or washed Ling Wanru’s feet?

Wash feet?

Washing a woman’s feet, especially one not so decent, was worse than death for Ding Fan, but having only drunk one glass, cultivating for a day, he was very unwilling to leave now.

He pondered, gritted his teeth, picked up another glass and poured it down his throat, not believing he’d get drunk immediately. As long as he hadn’t fallen, he could jump down from the second level at any time, and have Zhong Zhiyong take him back.

At extreme speed, he poured another glass, suddenly drank it, and continued to pour...

In the blink of an eye, Ding Fan poured five glasses consecutively, all to mouth rapidly, aiming to drink as much as possible before the alcohol took its effect and jumping from the second-level deck.

"Uh?"

Ling Wanru was shocked. She hadn’t been bluffing; the Blood Droplet Rose was indeed one of the strongest wines in the Central Plains, even the best drinkers could only manage nine glasses. Ding Fan didn’t seem like he had a large capacity, yet he had now drunk six glasses and hadn’t fallen?

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