บท 37: Get Drunk, Get Stab
บรรณาธิการ: Dragon Boat Translation
When the fifth bell rang, Fang Zhou and Han Li arrived at the temple's dining hall.
The spacious dining hall was clearly divided into two sides. To the left, there were bald heads as far as the eye could see, twenty or so female monks of different ages sitting around four large wooden tables. The tables were laden with steamed buns, porridge, a few cold dishes, and a big pot of mushroom soup.
On the other side, there were several small tables, apparently for guests. Around ten people were scattered here and there, some in groups, others alone, all sitting quite far from each other. Four of them were eating and drinking.
Evidently, these ten or so people were here for the hidden treasure. Fang Zhou noticed that all of them were women, aged between twenty and thirty.
In other words, in the entire Lanruo Temple, Fang Zhou was the only man. All the rest were women.
Ah, this feels a bit dangerous.
As Fang Zhou stepped into the dining hall, all eyes immediately turned to him. If there were spotlights, the scene would be completely dark, with only him illuminated.
In Fang Zhou's original world, women were like group animals. The more of them there were, the bolder they became. If they had an absolute majority, they could even become oppressive to men.
It was even more outrageous in this world. The naked stares made Fang Zhou feel like a little rabbit that had stepped into a wolf's den.
The female monks' gazes were fiery and bold. Although they had strict rules and regulations, glancing a few times wouldn't cause any harm, right?
And those treasure-seekers were even more brazen, their eyes lingering shamelessly on Fang Zhou's chest, arms, and thighs.
Fang Zhou felt a tingling in his scalp but still managed to appear calm as he and Han Li found an empty table to sit at.
A young monk promptly served them dinner, steamed buns, porridge, a few cold dishes, a plate of stir-fried greens, and a bowl of mushroom soup. It was indeed vegetarian.
Fang Zhou stopped the young monk who was about to leave, "How come they have meat to eat, and we don't?"
Fang Zhou was pointing to four women not far from him, who were clearly together. Their table was piled with meat and wine, empty wine jars on the floor, and their faces flushed from drinking.
The young monk whispered, "Please forgive us, our temple does not provide meat. Those guests brought the meat from their hunting and the wine themselves."
Fang Zhou nodded. After the young monk left, Han Li quietly said, "Mr. Fang Zhou, should I go and hunt some meat?"
Fang Zhou shook his head, "No need to bother, this is fine."
He was just asking casually. It wasn't that he absolutely needed meat. To insist on it would be too fussy.
"Hey, little brother over there ~"
Hearing the conversation from Fang Zhou's side, one of the four women raised her wine jug and called out loudly to Fang Zhou, "Want some meat? Come over, sis will feed you, haha."
The other three also joined in the ruckus, "Come here, little brother, join us for a drink, eat as much meat as you want."
Fang Zhou smiled and said, "Thanks, but you guys can eat it."
He didn't want to cause any trouble, but he overlooked one thing - one should never engage with drunkards, otherwise, they'll get carried away.
Indeed, as soon as the four slightly drunk women got a response from Fang Zhou, they became even more excited.
"Little brother, don't be shy, come over."
"We won't eat you up, haha!"
"Come, let's have fun."
The noise from these four women caused the rest of the people in the dining hall to frown. The monks just watched, not daring to intervene. Those who came for the treasure wisely stayed out of it, not wanting to cause trouble.
As the women continued to drink, their speech became more vulgar, spouting all sorts of nonsense.
Despite hearing their dirty talks, Fang Zhou didn't react. As an experienced expert who has seen countless movies, these mediocre obscenities meant nothing to him.
However, this wasn't an good environment for eating. Fang Zhou turned to Han Li and said, "It's too noisy, let's go."
Han Li nodded and stood up to leave.
Just as the two were about to leave, a ceramic bowl flew over and smashed in front of them.
With a bang, the entire dining hall instantly fell silent.
The woman who threw the bowl propped up a leg and said arrogantly, "Who said you could leave? We've shouted ourselves hoarse. You're just going to walk out without having a few drinks with us?"
Han Li swiftly stood in front of Fang Zhou, hand on her sword hilt, quickly thinking of a counter strategy.
"Can you tell what realm these four people are at?"
Suddenly, Han Li heard Fang Zhou's voice behind her, as if he was whispering in her ear.
She felt a tingling sensation down her spine, and her limbs seemed to stiffen. Her ears were warm and ticklish.
She hastily replied, "They're all at the Qi refining stage, not higher than me."
"Then step aside, let me handle this!"
Summoning Random Left Hand, he picked up a hot bowl of mushroom soup from the table in front of him and threw it at the four women.
Because Fang Zhou himself showed no signs of making a move, and Random Left Hand was invisible, the four women were caught completely off guard.
The flying mushroom soup hit the woman who had raised her leg, splattering and shattering the bowl, knocking her onto her back.
The other three, shocked, turned their heads. The alcohol made them slow to react, as if they hadn't realized what had happened.
Fang Zhou had already drawn his evil slaying sword, initiated the Qi-gathering technique, and instantly channeled Qi throughout his body.
While the attention of everyone in the dining hall was drawn to the mushroom soup, Fang Zhou had already moved swiftly, almost as fast as a horse, reaching the four women in an instant, and swiftly stabbing his sword three times.
Each thrust was simple and straightforward, yet effortless and lightning-fast.
After the three thrusts, the woman who had fallen just got up. Fang Zhou's sword was already at her neck, preventing her from moving.
The other three women only then realized Fang Zhou's approach. They jumped up, but with three bangs, their clothes burst open at the chest, each with a thin line of blood on their chest, only then did they feel a slight pain in their chest.
The three women had no idea when they had been attacked, they stood there, shocked, not even realizing that their clothes were torn.
Fang Zhou, his gaze critical, examined his work intently. This was the result of his Simple Sword technique, capable of tearing cloth - the "Cloth Explosion Sword Technique". Indeed, it was formidable.
His gaze finally landed on the woman who had started the argument.
The woman was immediately sobered up, cold sweat dripping down her forehead. She had regained her senses after the shocking incident.
These four women were independent cultivators, and their greatest fear was offending others without justification.
However, after a few drinks, they lost their judgment, overlooking the old adage - "Get drunk, get stabbed."
One woman, her face flushed - whether from the hot mushroom soup or fear - quickly bowed and said to Fang Zhou, "Thank you for your mercy. We were blind to your capabilities, we accept our punishment, and hope for your forgiveness."
The other three women also bowed in fear to apologize. They weren't fools. The fact that Fang Zhou could easily make a small cut on their chests instead of killing them was a testament to his skill.
Conceding defeat to such a master was not a sign of cowardice.
Fang Zhou spoke softly, "Here's a piece of advice for you - Don't be arrogant b*tch… I mean, always remain humble, for there are always people better than you."
That was close. He nearly tarnished his own reputation.
The four women bowed even lower and said in unison, "We have learned our lesson."
Fang Zhou calmly sheathed his sword, quite satisfied with their apologies.
However, their chests were exposed due to the torn clothing, creating an awkward situation as they bowed before him.
Fang Zhou avoided further glances. He surveyed the dining hall, noticing that those who had been watching him now averted their eyes, avoiding contact.
With a relaxed demeanor, he turned and left the dining hall alongside Han Li.
Only after Fang Zhou's departure did the four women slump onto their chairs, exhaling relief as if they had just survived a calamity. They were independent cultivators with no affiliations, so even if Fang Zhou had killed them, no one would seek retribution on their behalf.
Eyeing the leftover wine on the table, they didn't dare to touch it again.
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