Immortal Father
Chapter 301 - 301 113 Domineering Over the Crowd!

301: Chapter 113: Domineering Over the Crowd!

301: Chapter 113: Domineering Over the Crowd!

Drunken Moon Tower, second subterranean level, the Moon Appreciation Private Room.

Sixteen short tables were arranged in two rows, with sixteen maidens of graceful age standing barefoot behind them, responsible for serving the sixteen distinguished guests of the day.

Behind the seat of honor, a magical treasure screen was set up, blocking the probing of spiritual and immortal senses.

It could be faintly seen that there were items such as incense burners and zither cases within.

As the night fell, the guests in various parts of the Drunken Moon Tower gradually filled up, yet only this place remained quite tranquil.

Weiyanshi, donning a brand new Daoist robe as one of the sixteen esteemed guests, arrived at the appointed time and was led by Sister Yingying to the third position on the left.

Weiyanshi seated himself calmly, raised his hand to touch his mustache, and a slight smile emerged on his lips as he sat cross-legged behind the short table.

On a normal day, when the girl behind him came forward to serve, Daoist Weiyanshi would put on a gentle demeanor, chatting with the maiden about life, holding hands, and showing off the elegance of a great sect’s True Immortal.

But today, Weiyanshi truly did not dare.

He…

He just didn’t understand!

What had happened to his sect?

Since when did the Wanyun Sect popularize the Shapeshifting Spell?

Daoist Yansheng transformed into a small bee, now hiding in his sleeve!

What if he drank some wine, got in the mood, and the elder slapped him to death?

Weiyanshi’s Primordial Spirit smiled wryly, continuing to meditate, having resolved to not touch a single drop of alcohol that day.

Shortly, twelve out of the sixteen seats were occupied.

Daoist Yansheng telepathically said, “Stop posturing, I haven’t cleared your memory yet, relax a bit, and pay close attention to the surroundings.”

Weiyanshi opened his eyes and looked at the people around, quickly noting…

two middle-aged women among the guests?

Weiyanshi speculated that these two middle-aged women must be from the Drunken Moon Tower, probably standing in for two guests who found it inconvenient to show their faces, so as to avoid the embarrassment of empty seats.

Who could be the murderous demon from the Blood Fiend Hall?

Weiyanshi looked to the left, where two middle-aged male cultivators caught his attention, both being well-known Loose Cultivators in the city who had met before.

Looking to the right, two young men dressed in magnificent clothes were quite noticeable, both being ‘dashing gentlemen’ from the East Sea coast, who were actually thousands of years old but always liked to use a youthful appearance to appear young.

After looking around, Weiyanshi detected nothing unusual.

The cultivation levels of these people were comparable to his, or even lower.

At that moment, laughter came from the entrance, as Sister Yingying led two guests inside.

Two strands of True Immortal Dao Charm?

Weiyanshi narrowed his eyes slightly, immediately drawn to the burly old man to his left.

This True Immortal old man was at least nine feet tall, his face hidden behind an ancient-looking bronze mask, with his white-grey hair combed back, carrying a giant bronze sword box on his back.

The old man lagged half a step behind the younger True Immortal next to him.

The young-faced True Immortal was dressed in a white robe, his long hair tied with a headband, exuding quite a bit of a dashing air.

Daoist Yansheng asked, “Who are these two?”

Weiyanshi replied:

“A pair of master and servant, quite famous among the Loose Cultivators in the city.

“The younger one is called Tuoba Han, nicknamed ‘Lothario’, and he’s a regular here at the Drunken Moon Tower.

“Tuoba Han comes from the Tuoba family, a cultivation lineage from the East Sea.

Once he’s done with his indulgences outside, he’s expected to return and take over the family business; the one beside him is his servant, whose exact name I do not know.

“I’ve heard that Tuoba Han, even when he was at the Primordial Spirit stage, was active in the towns along the East Sea, with countless romantic entanglements, and he has quite a reputation among the Loose Cultivators.

“He’s not a Demon Cultivator, just a playboy, and our interactions with the Wanyun Sect are minimal.

“That masked old man has a nickname, Tuoba Sword Slave, a powerful guardian sent by the Tuoba family to protect this playboy.”

Daoist Yansheng nodded slowly and said, “This young-faced True Immortal has an unstable Dao Realm bred from dual cultivation techniques.

That old man must be approached cautiously; he’s a second-rank True Immortal with substantial immortal power, and I feel like I have seen him somewhere before.”

Weiyanshi felt a chill in his heart and hastily agreed.

As Tuoba Han had just arrived, the two young-faced guests got up to greet him, showing obvious fawning in their brief exchanges.

Tuoba Han seated himself at the first position to the right while the Sword Slave sat quietly behind him, closing his eyes and focusing his mind.

Weiyanshi couldn’t help but telepathically say to Daoist Yansheng, “Heh, coming to such a place and even bringing along a True Immortal servant, just to show off.”

“Find the murderous demon.”

“Ah, right.”

Weiyanshi then glanced at the two empty seats, pondering deeply.

Ping’an hasn’t come yet?

Again, laughter from outside was heard as Yingying cheerfully said, “Senior, I didn’t expect you to personally attend today.

Jia’er is indeed envied for such a blessing.”

A middle-aged Daoist clad in a purple robe walked in, his lean face paired with a hooked nose making a distinct impression.

The third True Immortal.

Weiyanshi promptly communicated, “Elder, take a look at this man; he’s a wandering Loose Cultivator from Lihat Sea, the secret owner of the largest pawnshop in Dong’an City, also a True Immortal, who usually keeps to himself.

I’ve only seen him once here at Drunken Moon Tower.

He has a bad reputation in the pleasure-seeker’s circle, always liking to torment those unfortunate women.”

Daoist Yansheng pondered for a moment, “Don’t stare at him; there’s some strange energy inside him.”

Weiyanshi’s eyes brightened, and he picked up the cup of tea in front of him to take a sip.

The middle-aged Daoist was led to the second position on the right, right below Tuoba Han.

Only one seat was left in the room.

Just when Weiyanshi thought Li Ping’an was about to make his entrance, Sister Yingying brought in an elder dressed in a blood-red robe.

This elder sat near the entrance, scanned the room with a glance after seating himself, and a faint cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.