"What a great idea!"
"Let's just capture Ao Qing directly."
"Right, we're no match for the people at the Martial Arts Hall, but can we still not handle Ao Qing?"
One enthusiastic voice after another rang out, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.
After the blow from the Martial Arts Hall just now, they were itching for a place to vent their frustration. Now that capturing Ao Qing was mentioned, they were raring to go.
"Lord Bifang, according to the tracking in Pingjiang City, not only is Ao Qing not in the city, but he's also very far from the city. He should be on the other side of the Shogunate Mountain Range, deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains!" the subordinate said to Ao Bifang.
"The Hundred Thousand Mountains?"
Ao Bifang's pupils contracted as he said coldly, "That's fine too. After all, the farther he is from the Martial Arts Hall, the better for us!"
With that said, he waved his hand.
"Let's go!"
At his command, the many top masters of the Red Sun Clan set out towards the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Even though they had hit a wall attacking the Martial Arts Hall, they were absolutely confident this time.
After all, this was the gathering of the Red Sun Clan's top combat power.
With this lineup, how could they possibly fail to capture a good-for-nothing like Ao Qing?
Impossible!
However, the distance between the Hundred Thousand Mountains and Pingjiang City was not short. Even rushing there, it would take Ao Bifang and the others quite some time.
Meanwhile, at the Martial Arts Hall, wine was still flowing freely and they were having a great time drinking.
Especially with the wine brought by Qingshan Patriarch, which was extraordinary. Add to that, they didn't dare use their cultivation to drink, so after a while, except for Yi Feng who was still fine, the other four old men were already drunk and red-faced.
Qingshan Patriarch in particular, was holding up his orchid fingers and dancing around, recounting his romantic exploits from his youth.
"Let me tell you, I'm not bragging, but I was so handsome when I was young. The girls who had a crush on me could form a long line." Qingshan Patriarch said arrogantly, his face flushed from drinking.
"Pfft, looking at you now, you couldn't have been much to look at when you were young. Even if girls liked you, they must have had terrible taste." Chu Kuangshi said disbelievingly.
Qingshan Patriarch glared at him, his red face even more flushed as he said, "Cut the crap, do I seem like someone who brags? Don't be shocked when I tell you, I once handled thirty-six girls at the same time!"
"Thirty-six?"
Everyone was shocked, even Yi Feng was a bit surprised.
Men, you know.
Drinking a little and bragging a bit is normal.
"Go on, go on, tell us how you managed that." Sun Zhuge urged eagerly.
Hearing this, everyone pricked up their ears.
"Ahem!"
Seeing everyone so interested, Qingshan Patriarch went on boasting smugly.
He described everything in detail from beginning to end, from head to toe, far view to close up, even he didn't know how much exaggeration he had added.
It took a full half an hour before he finally finished.
"Um, can you teach me how?"
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the doorway of the next room.
Everyone looked over to find that Zhong Qing had woken up and was peeking out from the doorway. Who knows how long he had been eavesdropping there.
As he spoke, he couldn't help licking his lips, his eyes full of longing for the scene Qingshan Patriarch had described.
"Little brat, shouldn't be learning this stuff. Hurry up and go back to sleep!"
Yi Feng glared at him angrily. Although there was also a hint of happiness on his face that his little disciple had finally woken up.
Hearing this, Zhong Qing hurriedly ducked his head back and scurried back to lie down.
Zhong Qing's appearance didn't dampen their mood.
After Qingshan Patriarch, the other old men also started bragging and recounting their own old stories.
Like how Lu Qingshan once lavished his fortune on a beauty.
How Wu Yonghong was beaten half to death over a woman when he was young and hung in a cesspit for half a month.
How Sun Zhuge peeked at the village belle next door bathing when he was little. Seeing her vague figure and bare back aroused him, until the girl turned around and he realized in horror it was the village belle's father. Leaving Sun Zhuge with no interest in women for many years after.
As for Chu Kuangshi, he was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, making everyone suspect he might prefer men as they instinctively moved their chairs farther from him.
"Sir, would you share any stories you may have?"
After all the boasting, Lu Qingshan cautiously asked Yi Feng.
The others also looked over eagerly.
"Me?"
Yi Feng smiled, set down his wine cup, and thought for a moment. "I don't really have any special stories. If I had to think of something, it would be from another world!"
"Another world?"
Shocked, everyone shuddered instantly, the alcohol frightened right out of them.