Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 22 Demon Suppression Ceremony

Qingfeng looked at Han Li and smiled slightly.

Then, he took a pot of fine wine and sat down at the table in Guirenniao.

"We fight against humans, we fight against demons, we fight against the heavens. Aren't we all vying for a chance?"

There is no fundamental difference between humans and demons; the only difference is their stance.

"Hey, why bother with all this? It's been an instant connection with you two today. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?"

Qingfeng first poured a full glass of wine for the noble bird, and then poured a glass for Han Li.

"Haha, humans have human mothers, and demons have demon mothers... Interesting, interesting."

Guirenniao smiled and accepted Qingfeng's fine wine.

Upon receiving Qingfeng's invitation, Han Li's expression changed slightly, but he quickly suppressed his panic.

"These glasses won't do; we'll have to use these."

The three sat down, and Qingfeng took out a set of white jade wine utensils.

He personally held the pitcher and poured the amber-colored wine into the cup.

In an instant, a complex and mellow fragrance filled the air.

Guirenniao Fengxi picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he held it to his nose and sniffed it, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He took a small sip, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his gaze toward Qingfeng held a hint of inquiry.

"Jade Flower Fruit, aged three hundred years, is valued for its refreshing coolness. Golden Branch Chrysanthemum, aged five hundred years, is valued for its mellow richness. Crimson Flame Flower, aged a thousand years, is valued for its fiery intensity."

Well, what's even more remarkable is that the juice of the Ice Heart Grass is used to harmonize Yin and Yang, supplemented with at least a hundred-year-old agarwood as a guide.

It must be sealed in a spirit-gathering array and stored for at least three years to achieve this flavor and miraculous effect.

This wine is certainly luxurious; ordinary cultivators would likely struggle to even find one of its main ingredients.

Feng hope gave his own evaluation.

Upon hearing this, Han Li carefully took a sip. The wine was initially cool as it entered his throat, but then it turned into a warm current that spread throughout his body.

The magical power within his dantian actually surged slightly and became a little more active.

Although the growth was minimal, the immediate nourishing effect was enough to give him a new understanding of the arrogance of this young master of the Qingyang Sect.

"Excellent wine! Thank you for your hospitality, fellow Daoist."

Han Li cupped his hands in greeting.

"Don't be shy, I have plenty more at home. If this fellow Daoist hasn't had enough, he can come home with me and have a good drink."

Qingfeng smiled and looked at Han Li.

As a result, when he looked at him, Han Li suddenly remembered the rumors that Qing Feng was bisexual, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

"This...isn't that inappropriate? My Uncle Qu and I still have missions to complete."

Han Li made up an excuse.

Seeing Han Li refuse, Qingfeng wasn't in a hurry, he just complained to himself.

Han Li is such a loser.

Compared to Han Li's nervousness, Feng hope was much more composed.

He savored the wine, his gaze sweeping over Han Li and Qing Feng, lost in thought.

Seeing that Feng hope was drinking happily, Qingfeng poured him another cup.

"Hehe, this fellow Daoist has insightful views."

These medicinal herbs for brewing wine came from my father's storeroom.

Rather than letting it gather dust, I'd rather transform it into this fine wine so that you two can enjoy it.

Qingfeng deliberately mentioned his father.

Upon hearing this, Guirenniao Fengxi narrowed his eyes for a moment, then returned to normal.

At this moment, the atmosphere seemed harmonious, but in reality, everyone had their own thoughts.

Feng hope knew Qing Feng's background and strength, and also saw through the connection between Han Li and Qu Hun.

Qingfeng also knew Fengxi's identity and understood Hanli even better than Hanli himself.

Of the three, Han Li was the most confused. He only knew Qing Feng's identity and Core Formation stage cultivation, but nothing else.

He couldn't understand Feng hope at all; the other party's ability to conceal his aura was even more profound than his own.

Seeing Han Li secretly observing him, Feng hope smiled and looked at Qu Hun, who was sitting behind him, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Young friend, your skill in concealing your breath and gathering your vital energy is quite exquisite."

At first glance, it bears a striking resemblance to a secret technique passed down in my family.

I wonder who your teacher was?

Han Li was startled when he heard Feng hope's question.

"The senior's insight is truly remarkable."

This rudimentary skill of mine was taught to me by a senior, a wandering cultivator I met by chance when I was adrift at sea in my early years.

He only transmitted the secret formula, without revealing its origin.

"This junior is of dull talent and has only captured the form, not the spirit; I hope you will forgive my shortcomings, senior."

Han Liqiang composed himself and respectfully bowed.

Qu Hun, sitting behind him, lowered his head slightly, agreeing with Han Li's words.

Feng hope smiled slightly and didn't delve any further, but that smile was quite meaningful.

As an eighth-level transformed demon, his divine sense was extremely sharp. How could such an explanation deceive him?

He simply found the Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him and the puppet behind him quite interesting.

Meanwhile, Qingfeng stood to the side, fanning himself with a folding fan, watching Han Li's performance of playing two roles with great interest.

He naturally knew the inside story, and seeing Han Li making up such nonsense with a straight face, and the noble bird not exposing him, he found the scene quite amusing.

Unable to keep a straight face, he could only hide it by drinking.

The three chatted for a few more minutes, then Feng hope put down his wine glass and looked at the two of them.

"Young friend, if you are interested in the rewards of the Demon Suppression Ceremony, you might as well participate as soon as possible, and leave Kui Xing Island as soon as you get the rewards."

This place... may not be too peaceful in the near future.

He paused, then turned to Qingfeng, his tone becoming more serious.

"Fellow Daoist, the Demon Suppression Ceremony is indeed a grand event."

However, the place is a mixed bag, so if you have nothing else to do, it's best not to attend the ceremony.

Enjoying tea and scenery in the city might be safer.

This is already quite obvious, with a hidden meaning in the words.

Han Li's heart tightened upon hearing this, and his expression changed slightly.

Leave as soon as possible? What does that mean?

Could it be that fighting that monster is very dangerous?

Or, as Brother Wen suggested, will high-level demonic beasts be assigned to the cultivators participating in the demon-slaying event?

Han Li, whose motto is "caution," hesitated at this moment.

But in order to refine the Dust-Reducing Pill and to form his own Golden Core, it seems that he only has one path: taking risks.

Qingfeng, on the other hand, didn't care at all.

He snapped his folding fan shut and tapped it lightly twice in his palm.

"Friendly fellow Daoist, I appreciate your kindness."

However, I'm determined to join in the fun. How could I miss such a grand event? Besides…”

He deliberately drew out his words and lowered his voice, but it was enough for everyone present to hear him clearly.

"My father has recently completed a temporary phase of his cultivation and is also interested in this grand ceremony. Perhaps... he will even come to Kui Xing Island to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Feng hope's gesture of raising his glass paused almost imperceptibly.

Could a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator like Master Sanyang possibly come in person?

This news was completely unexpected.

If so...

At that very moment, in the shadows some distance away from the restaurant, Wu Chou, who was eavesdropping using a secret technique, suddenly turned extremely ugly under his pale mask.

"The Three Yang Old Monster is coming?! Damn it, things have changed."

Wu Chou was both shocked and furious. His plan, which had seemed foolproof, suddenly looked doomed.

Inside the private room, Qingfeng seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to pour wine for the two with a beaming smile.

"Come, have another drink. Today's ceremony is sure to be spectacular."

Feng hope gave Qing Feng a deep look, raised his glass in response, and his smile returned to its usual calm, but the thoughts in his eyes were churning like waves.

Han Li decided to draw lots later, regardless of victory or defeat, to finish the battle quickly and then flee far away immediately.

The three wine glasses clinked together again, producing a crisp sound that reflected the three men's vastly different emotions.

And the Demon-Suppressing Ceremony is about to begin.