Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil
Chapter 229 - 0229: Have Ye Qingfeng Pour the Wine?

Chapter 229: Chapter 0229: Have Ye Qingfeng Pour the Wine?

"Could it be that Manager Zhan had polio as a child? Otherwise, why are his hands and feet so clumsy!"

Zhan Xing, who was feeling proud just moments ago,

now had a somber expression.

A fire of anger was building in his heart.

"You worthless trainee waiter, just someone from the bottom of society, daring to provoke me. You’ll die a horrible death."

Zhan Xing never expected that this guy, whom he saw as nothing but a poor worker,

would not only ruin his plans

but also have the gall to speak disrespectfully.

How could Zhan Xing tolerate that?

"Damn it, Zhan Xing, you idiot, what are you doing? The wine for Young Master Ding hasn’t arrived yet?"

Just as Zhan Xing was about to make a move on Ye Qingfeng,

a voice full of curses erupted from the No.1 table.

This person had fierce brows and angry eyes,

with a tattoo on his hand, unmistakably a wolf’s head.

Upon hearing this angry voice, Zhan Xing wasn’t angry at all.

Instead, he wore a smile on his face.

"It’s coming, Brother Wolf. Young Master Ding, sorry to keep you waiting."

Zhan Xing had a fawning expression.

He bowed his head and bent his waist,

looking just like a cringing lapdog.

"Go and deliver the wine."

Before leaving, Zhan Xing scolded Xiaoqing.

At the same time, he gave Ye Qingfeng a cold glance.

That look clearly intended to settle scores with Ye Qingfeng later.

Indeed, Ye Qingfeng had embarrassed Zhan Xing and ruined his plans.

How could Zhan Xing possibly let Ye Qingfeng off?

"I’m sorry..."

Xiaoqing looked apologetic,

thinking she had implicated Zhan Xing.

"No worries!"

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand.

There were a hundred ways Ye Qingfeng could kill Zhan Xing,

without having to lift a finger himself.

"Let’s go. You must remember the advice I gave you before."

"To rescue Sister Wan’er, we must use strategy, not force. That Young Master Ding even Manager Zhan greatly fears."

Xiaoqing reminded him.

Then, she wanted to take the Remy Martin liquor from Ye Qingfeng’s hand.

After all, she thought Ye Qingfeng wouldn’t lower his pride to actually play the waiter.

"Let me do it!"

However, Ye Qingfeng gave a faint smile.

The mentality of an Immortal Venerable couldn’t be compared to that of mortals.

Ye Qingfeng had spent hundreds of years dominating the cultivation world.

Not to mention being a waiter once,

even lying on a battlefield of blood for a year,

wouldn’t affect his state of mind.

As the saying goes, taking a step back could make one a beggar for a hundred years, experiencing all the hardships of the world,

while stepping forward could lead one to reach the peak of the cultivation world, adored by millions, revered by all clans, with endless glory.

This is the mindset of an Immortal Venerable.

"Let’s go!"

Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

With Xiaoqing looking slightly bewildered,

the two walked toward the No.1 table where Young Master Ding was.

"Stop dawdling. Hurry up and pour wine for Young Master Ding."

Zhan Xing, sitting at the far end, showed a fawning face, extremely respectful towards the so-called Young Master Ding.

However, upon seeing Xiaoqing and Ye Qingfeng,

his expression changed instantly.

He shouted.

"Oh, not bad! Zhan Xing, you’ve got such a charming young lady here."

Tan Lang, with a wolf’s head tattoo on his arm, looked like a ravenous pigeon.

He stared at Xiaoqing and licked his lips.

Earlier, when Zhan Xing was cursed by Tan Lang,

he didn’t dare to make a sound.

Now, he’s simply following Tan Lang’s wishes.

"Xiaoqing, did you hear that? This is Lord Tan Lang. Half of the bars on this street are under his protection."

"Even the offspring of Jiangnan City’s Four Great Families must have a chat with Brother Wolf when they come here."

"Quickly sit next to Brother Wolf."

Zhan Xing waved Xiaoqing over,

as if he couldn’t wait to strip her and offer her to Tan Lang’s bed.

This was Zhan Xing wanting to ingratiate himself with Tan Lang.

After all, Zhan Xing was merely one of the small shareholders of the Charming Bar,

while Tan Lang was the guardian of most of the bars on the street.

The power dynamic was evident.

How could Zhan Xing compare?

However, Zhan Xing wasn’t seated in the center.

Sitting in the center was a handsome, charming man,

wearing a luxurious watch and fanning himself with a fan.

Such a combination wasn’t odd at all, but rather had a unique aesthetic.

Perhaps it was because this Young Master Ding was not only noble in status

but also dashing and suave.

"Xiaoqing, didn’t I tell you to leave... Wh... why are you back?"

At this time, Bai Wan’er’s cheeks were a rosy red,

her words slurred, and as she spoke,

the smell of alcohol wafted around.

She had clearly drunk quite a bit.

"Wan’er, you can’t drink anymore. We need to leave..."

An Ruoqing’s face was also slightly flushed,

but her mind was still clear.

"Sister Wan’er, it’s... Uncle Bai sent me to bring you back."

Xiaoqing used a little clever deceit,

bringing up Bai Wan’er’s father, Bai Gang,

hoping that these people would be somewhat afraid.

After all, anyone with discernment could see

that Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing were like two little white rabbits,

stumbling into a wolf’s den.

It was clear they were about to be devoured.

However, she underestimated the influence of Young Master Ding and Tan Lang.

"Oh! Miss Wan’er’s father you say? We should invite him for a drink someday."

"By then, Young Master Ding would have met his father-in-law in advance."

Tan Lang laughed heartily.

Xiaoqing’s threat was like a gentle breeze, only drawing ridicule.

"Damn it, do you have the right to speak here? Hurry up and pour wine for Brother Wolf and Young Master Ding to apologize. You’re asking for death!"

Zhan Xing yelled angrily.

For Tan Lang and Young Master Ding were his honored guests.

Now that Xiaoqing had somehow irked them,

Zhan Xing was ready to harshly punish Xiaoqing.

As he said this, Zhan Xing’s hand reached for Xiaoqing’s collar,

intending to tear her clothes apart.

If Zhan Xing succeeded, Xiaoqing would be terribly exposed.

Upon seeing this, the men and women drinking with Tan Lang and Young Master Ding laughed mockingly.

Meanwhile, Xiaoqing’s face turned deathly pale, her pretty face filled with fear.

"Pah!"

Ye Qingfeng, holding the Remy Martin,

inconspicuously stretched the wine bottle forward,

gently blocking Zhan Xing’s hand.

At the same time, he placed the wine on the table.

"Manager Zhan, the wine is here. Let’s drink first."

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly.

With his finger, he flicked open the cap of the Remy Martin bottle.

This move caught Tan Lang’s attention.

He was a practitioner.

The scene of Ye Qingfeng flicking the bottle cap piqued his interest.

"Damn it, do I need you to tell me what to do?"

Zhan Xing shouted angrily.

He was about to call the security upstairs to throw Ye Qingfeng out.

"Wait, this little guy is interesting. Why don’t we make him our waiter and pour us drinks?"

Tan Lang waved his hand.

He spoke with a laugh.