Chapter 538: Chapter 525: Does It Hurt_2

Su Jing was silent, held up the pot and filled her cup, preparing to drink again, but Baili An suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, asking in a deep voice, “Do you really need to do this?”

He was not a person from the mortal world, whether he shunned the heat or was arrogant, he never needed to care about these people’s opinions about him.

He would drink if he wanted to, and no one could force him otherwise.

Su Jing glanced sideways, her gaze lightly firm as she said, “It’s too noisy, my ears hurt, might as well make them shut up and be quiet.”

She never cared about others’ opinions, but these people, like blood-sucking creatures staring at fresh blood, surrounded and bit at her continuously with incessant buzzing, which indeed was annoying.

Baili An was quite speechless, thinking to himself that among the men below the platform, he didn’t know who could make whom shut up and be quiet.

Su Jing broke away from Baili An’s hand and said unhappily, “Your gaze is very rude.”

At first, Baili An did not understand what her accusation of ‘rude’ meant, until he saw Wang Huan from Fengbo City fall under the table, drunk and limp, unable to get up again.

In comparison, Miss Jing sat still beside him, her back straight as orchids and jade trees, her body not swaying at all, her eyes still steady and clear, showing no signs of intoxication.

Only then did Baili An understand what she meant by her words.

Apparently, she was unhappy that he had underestimated her alcohol tolerance.

This girl, usually inconspicuous and unassuming, had such formidable drinking stamina.

The Marquis Changming who sold the wine, even after drinking Sanqing Wine, was slightly flushed, yet she showed no change at all.

Not only Baili An was surprised, but also the people at the feast.

So, one by one, they all raised their cups and came over, seizing the excitement, each with their own intentions.

After all, it was extremely difficult to speak a word to the icy and inaccessible Miss Jing on normal days, and now that they could drink Sanqing Wine together, it was truly a rare opportunity.

How could these young masters with varying intentions let go of this godsend chance?

Everyone tacitly raised the pot in one hand and the cup in the other, and began the carousel tactic without an agreement.

“City Lord has youthful talent, please have a cup of clear wine as a tribute,” said one.

Su Jing steadily poured the wine, held the cup, drank it down, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

“I also toast to the City Lord, hoping the City Lord will grant us the honor,” said another.

Su Jing drank again.

“Young Sect Master Su has good alcohol tolerance, please fill it up and have another drink.”

This time, Su Jing put down the cup, her gaze cold, no longer raising her cup.

The man was taken aback, thinking that several rounds had already been drunk, so why did she choose to ignore him when it was his turn?

Upon rethinking, he seemed to understand something, hurriedly switched his approach, and tentatively held out his drink with a soft voice, “City Lord, please?”

The wine on the table was served again, and Su Jing began to continue drinking.

Baili An watched as the empty wine jars piled up deeper under her feet, and more and more people lay sprawled across the table below.

In her quietly steady pouring of wine, thudding sounds were incessant, and indeed, it gradually became quiet.

Yin Dufeng, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, muttered, “This is the Sanqing Wine that intoxicates the heart, bones, and the mortal world, I can’t even drink three pots, when did this girl develop such a great capacity for alcohol, it’s terrifying…”

Su Guanhai saw this and inevitably felt the taste of the wine in his mouth turned a bit bitter. His expression complex, he said, “Jing, before the age of sixteen, never touched a drop of alcohol.”

Yin Dufeng’s expression suddenly stiffened, unable to speak any further.

In the end, there were very few people left who could sit steadily at the feast.

Sword Master Yu looked deeply at the white-robed woman holding the elegant cup, threw down his wine cup, and stood up, saying, “The smell of alcohol here is too strong, it’s time for me to get some fresh air.”

Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng exchanged glances and followed to get some air and admire the view.

Su Jing was always a woman of her word; she said she wanted some quiet for her ears, and indeed used the most direct and overbearing method to make everyone lie down.

A true heroine indeed.

In the hall, those who were incessantly troublesome and liked to stir up matters were basically all under the tables.

Baili An was full of admiration, looking at the frightening pile of empty wine jars under Su Jing’s feet, thinking that half of the good wine aged for hundreds of years must be here by now.

The Luminous Glass Lamp cast a pale white light on Su Jing’s cheeks, her jade-like fingertips steadily holding the wine cup, her gaze elegant and serene, quiet and tranquil, with not a ripple in her eyes, quietly surveying the entire scene.

Her demeanor was unchanged, as if the wine in those empty jars under her feet had not all gone into her stomach.

“Are you… alright?” Baili An couldn’t help but wave his hand in front of her.

Su Jing’s gaze returned from the hall, her expressionless eyes seemingly hiding a deep ink color, she looked at the shaking hand in front of her, her gaze intensifying as if she could barely see the lines on his palm clearly.

She quietly furrowed her delicate brows, rubbing her brow, and said in a soft voice, “What do you mean?”

Seeing her like this, Baili An couldn’t help feeling a bit worried, “You smell strongly of alcohol.”

Su Jing half-leaned back in her seat, looking up at the gentle halo of the Luminous Glass Lamp above her head, “The banquet is over.”

Baili An, “Yes, it’s over.”

The halo of light in front of her brightened, the surroundings began to blur and darken, with only that clear light occupying her entire field of vision.

“Then let’s go.”

Su Jing brushed off her clothes and stood up, her footsteps steady as she walked towards the exit of the hall.

Baili An hurriedly had a cup of clear water, rinsed the uncomfortable taste of alcohol in his mouth, and was about to follow when he heard a thud; the slender and delicate white figure in front had fallen to the ground, unable to get up.

He jumped slightly, hurried over, and helped her up.

At this moment, Su Jing’s snow-white face was slowly steaming up a light flush of red, her eyes deep with fog; she couldn’t see any clarity at all.

Baili An was instantly speechless, thinking who was that girl who proudly faced the crowd and fought undefeated just now?

He tentatively placed his palm on her forehead, feeling a slight fever and a thin sweat.

Qing Xuan leisurely enjoyed his wine, not forgetting to commend, “Miss Su indeed has an unparalleled alcohol tolerance I have seen in my life; however, this Sanqing Wine needs to be savored. These twenty-some pots you’ve drunk, even a Golden Immortal here would not escape its effects.”

No need for Qing Xuan to say more, Baili An knew how potent this wine was.

At this moment, he personally experienced how the wine he had just drunk was burning a hot breath in his stomach, causing discomfort, the alcohol rising and his limbs gradually becoming heavy and weak.

Su Jing’s alcohol tolerance was good, but she couldn’t withstand such deadly excess.

But he couldn’t just leave her here with the group of ‘cold-served dead dogs’ in the hall; after all, she had blocked drinks for him today.

Baili An thought to himself how this night couldn’t just let people be quiet for a while.

He hoisted Su Jing’s body and carried her on his back, the scent of the wine mingling with the woman’s fragrance rising from behind him, and the soft hair flowing from his shoulder seemed to carry a thick scent of alcohol.

Side-glancing, he could see her half-closed eyes, and the light-colored thin lips still faintly exuding a breath tinged with the fragrance of alcohol.

The burning feeling in Baili An’s belly surged more intensely, a sharp pain passed through his lips, the hidden corpse demon’s Tusk uncontrollably appearing for the first time without thirsting for blood.

Baili An’s steps unintentionally quickened, thinking that this wine was indeed formidable.

On a night of early spring chill, the cold moonlight shone like rain.

By the time he returned to the sleeping chamber, Baili An’s steps had become increasingly heavy and unstable.

His cheeks burning hot, he hurried to the outside of the soft canopy; perhaps his bones were too inebriated and hard to endure, Baili An moved neither lightly nor heavily, and backhandedly tossed Su Jing onto the bed.

Perhaps because her forehead hit the headboard unexpectedly and painfully, Su Jing, in her slightly disheveled white clothes, curled up in the corner of the bed, her brows faintly furrowed in distress, unable to resist muttering a soft “Mm.”

Baili An saw her white forehead quickly turn red and blue, looking somewhat pitiful.

Originally he simply intended to throw her on the bed and let her sleep off the alcohol for a few days, but seeing her in such a state, he really felt sorry, and hurriedly said he was sorry, kneeling beside the soft canopy, and started rubbing her forehead for her, “Does it hurt?”

From her breath, came a very soft, “Mm.”

Baili An wondered why she was holding her stomach in pain as if her head hurt?

After a thought, considering it was a chilly spring night, having gulped down so much cold wine, could her stomach not hurt?