Chapter 536: Chapter 524: Extreme Wisdom Leads to Harm_3

He only remembered that underneath the Jade Rabbit Mask, that outstandingly ethereal face made him deeply question how he could have come to hate someone with such a visage so bitterly in the beginning?

He thought, you were so domineeringly obsessive over me in the past, so why pretend to have let go with such an arrogant demeanor two hundred years later, only to stir annoyance in his heart?

Why can’t liking someone last a little longer?

If only it could last a little longer, then he himself surely could…

Surely could…

Surely could what? Ying Xiu suddenly couldn’t think any further, his heart stabbing with pain at the thought of Yin Baishuang’s face.

Thus, he switched from receiving drinks from others to grabbing a flask and guzzling it down himself.

Xianling City was famous for its strong liquor, and even though Ying Xiu had a good tolerance for alcohol, he gradually succumbed to the overwhelming intoxication.

His complexion turned crimson as he drank, suddenly hurling a flask to the ground, shattering it to pieces.

The loud noise attracted many gazes, even Su Jing couldn’t help but be drawn by the sound, casting a faint glance in his direction.

And then, seeing his flushed, drunken face, a subtle change finally appeared on her icy and perfect visage, her brows furrowing slightly, emanating a chilling, captivating coldness.

Seeing she finally turned her gaze toward him, Ying Xiu couldn’t help feeling smug.

His lips curled in a smirk, and without looking, he reached out and stopped the nearest female cultivator by his side, grabbed her by the chin, and kissed her deeply.

Instantly, there were cries of shock, and bystanders gaped.

Many drunken guests even began to applaud and cheer, the mood in the room slowly turning sultry and ambiguous.

The woman in Ying Xiu’s arms, taken by surprise by the kiss and flirtation, suddenly melted into his embrace, moaning lightly, collapsing against him, too shy to face the crowd.

The woman’s family and teachers, upon seeing this, were stunned for a long moment, their disbelief soon turning into admiration and emotion.

The women surrounding Ying Xiu scattered explosively as they walked away, whispering among themselves.

“How could Crown Prince Ying Xiu do such a thing…”

“I never imagined, he would be this type of person.”

“It’s really too frightening; I actually served him wine just before.”

Su Jing lowered her gaze, a killing coldness manifesting subtly, her hand unknowably resting on the hilt of the Emotion Slayer Sword, as if wishing to strip off Ying Xiu’s shameless face.

A green umbrella entered the hall, bringing with it a scent of rain.

As soon as Baili An stepped into the great hall, he followed the crowd’s gaze to see the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld embracing and affectionately kissing a woman.

His lips twitched, and he instinctively looked towards the Qing Xuan official.

But she was bowing her head, sipping her wine, seemingly oblivious to the prince’s ludicrous and impudent behavior.

Baili An thought to himself that it was not his place to comment on such matters, especially when the woman in Ying Xiu’s arms seemed willing, so why should he interfere and spoil the moment?

The nourishing spring water for the withered vines seemed to gradually lose its effect, and the fallen vines on the ground slowly began to shrink and tighten again.

Baili An had no choice but to weave through the crowd, returning to his seat to wait for the banquet to end.

At some point, the murderous intent in Su Jing’s eyes dissipated; she turned her body to glance at him, her gaze quietly steadfast.

Because of Ying Xiu, the gathering, which had been quite serious, suddenly became relaxed and heated.

Some even started to play drinking games.

Marquis Changming shifted his gaze, raised his glass, and offered a toast to Baili An with a smile, “It’s been a while since you’ve joined us at the table, I haven’t seen City Lord drink a single drop of water, let alone the wine Qing Xuan graciously poured for you. You don’t seem to have favored us with your indulgence.”

Baili An had no desire to drink the alcohol that Corpse Demons couldn’t absorb, only to vomit it out later in privacy, and bluntly refused, “I’m not good with liquor.”

A Daoist from the Wandao Immortal Alliance and Marquis Changming shared a smile, the Daoist even standing up to toast directly, saying, “Tonight’s banquet is a once-in-a-century occasion, City Lord has been personally invited by Her Majesty, and with the additional joy today, why not drink this cup? Our blessings are all there in the wine.”

In his heart, Baili An thought he didn’t need their so-called blessings; his emotions were very chaotic, wanting only some quiet to himself.

He also knew that a single cup of wine could lead to a lengthy entanglement.

Wishing for peace, Baili An did not hold out, picked up his cup, and offered a token toast to the two, about to bring it to his lips; when a cool jade hand suddenly reached over, snatching the wine from him.

Baili An looked at Su Jing in surprise as she drank his cup without expression, then set down the empty vessel on the desk, her cold gaze fixating on the two men, silent.