Chapter 127: Trying to Get Me Drunk?

In this corner stood an aged arachne, his face etched with the lines of time, skin sagging. However, the inherent advantage of his race allowed him to turn and reach every bottle on the high shelves without moving from his spot. Despite his age, his movements were not slow. Whoever shouted from any corner, the requested drink would be hurled onto their table in the blink of an eye—provided they had paid in advance.

Just from this, one could tell that this arachne was no ordinary being, or else he would not have managed to run a bar in such a place.

Qian Ye squeezed up to the bar and gently tapped on the counter, saying, “Give me something strong.”

The arachne looked at Qian Ye, his gaze piercing through him for a moment, then shrugged, “Little bloodkin, be careful not to drink too much. If you pass out here, the only outcome is to be stripped naked and thrown outside the town.”

Qian Ye’s smile remained, and he repeated, “Give me something strong, your specialty.”

“Alright! Young ones are always so impulsive. I was the same when I was young…” The old arachne chattered as he deftly mixed a colorful concoction, placing it in front of Qian Ye.

The drink looked terrifying, and its smell was even more so, a pungent aroma assaulting Qian Ye’s sensitive nose, nearly causing him to sneeze. He hesitated as he looked at the drink.

At that moment, a stunning woman squeezed in beside him, smiling, “Young handsome, this is the house special. It would be a pity not to try it.”

She was a female werewolf, her beauty bold and her attire revealing, her eyes direct, just short of pinning Qian Ye to the ground.

Qian Ye, inheriting the bloodkin nature, was not particularly fond of werewolves. But after her recommendation, he picked up the glass and took a small sip. The moment the drink entered his mouth, it felt like a fiery line rushing down to his stomach, causing a sudden dizziness, and he actually drank too much in one go.

In his life, Qian Ye had never been nearly felled by a single sip of alcohol. Now, he felt his whole body heat up, his mind fuzzy, thoughts drifting. He held his hand in front of his eyes, seeing it flushed, and guessed his face was the same.

Around the bar, many were watching Qian Ye. Seeing him already showing signs of intoxication, several people’s gazes turned strange, some looking at Qian Ye’s belongings, others at Qian Ye himself.

The voluptuous woman’s eyes shone with interest, leaning in, almost placing her large chest on Qian Ye’s arm, licking her lips, “Young handsome, won’t you buy me a drink? Just one cup!”

Qian Ye, hearing voices as if they were floating, nodded.

The old arachne shook his head, mixing an identical drink, placing it on the counter. The female werewolf’s eyes gleamed with greed as she grabbed the glass, ready to drink. But just as she lifted it, it slammed back onto the counter.

A hand reached from behind, seizing the werewolf’s wrist, pressing it down forcefully.

Enraged and shocked, the werewolf turned to see a cold-faced young female bloodkin standing there, who said icily, “Whore, get lost! Our bloodkin elders are not for lowly, hairy creatures like you.”

The werewolf growled, her fangs growing, “Who did you call a hairy, lowly creature?”

The female bloodkin did not back down, “You! What’s wrong with that?”

The werewolf roared, leaping at the young bloodkin, pinning her to the ground. The two tumbled, fighting fiercely, drawing cheers and bets from the crowd. No one tried to stop them, and many placed wagers, more favoring the werewolf.

Qian Ye, still clutching his drink, sipped away, oblivious to the commotion behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, another person, a young woman, appeared by his side. She sat next to him, not turning her head, and asked calmly, “Won’t you buy me a drink?”

Instinctively, Qian Ye wanted to nod, but seeing her rare black hair, he paused, then said, “However many you want, I’ll buy.”

The black-haired girl turned to look at Qian Ye, her eyes deep and dark.

She suddenly smiled, “Trying to get me drunk and carry me off?”

Qian Ye, in a haze, instinctively replied, “If possible, why not?” The words shocked even him. He would never say such things sober. Alcohol seemed to change him.

Yet, Nighteye did not get angry, simply saying, “If you dare, then come and try. Boss, give us ten more of these!”

Ten cups!

Though half-drunk, Qian Ye was startled, instantly sobering. Many in the bar also noticed, cheering and riling them up.

The old arachne smiled with amusement, quickly mixing ten more glasses of the colorful drink.

Nighteye picked up a glass, clinked it with Qian Ye’s, and said, “Cheers.” Then she tilted her head back, gulping down the entire drink in one go.

Qian Ye, grimacing, sipped slowly, taking a long while to finish. The crowd jeered, many flipping him the bird.

Nighteye combed her hair, picked up another glass, and said, “Cheers.”

This simple action revealed her beauty, and the noise in the bar dropped significantly. Many stared at Nighteye, their breathing heavy.

Qian Ye, still frowning, finished the second glass. The jeers were fewer. This drink was the bar’s specialty, incredibly potent, and few could handle two without hiding under the table.

When Nighteye picked up the third, the bar grew quieter, even the fighting werewolf and bloodkin pausing, watching Qian Ye and Nighteye with complex expressions.

Nighteye’s beauty was perfect, unfitting for such a place. In terms of looks, Qian Ye was almost a match for her. Sitting together, many thought they made a good couple.

Many men and women watched Nighteye, many men and women watched Qian Ye.

The fourth glass was emptied quickly.

Nighteye’s expression was unchanged, as if she had drunk water, though her eyes were deeper. Qian Ye, unsteady since the first drink, still didn’t fall.

Anyone could see something was off.

After the fifth, both remained the same.

“Boss, another ten,” Nighteye said, her style sharp and fierce.

But a new challenger appeared, a massive, muscular werewolf, who slapped the bar, leaning in, “Bloodkin girl, what’s the fun in drinking with that kind? Come drink with me. I, Fiercefang, will satisfy you, on the table or in bed. How about it?”

Some bloodkin, long lusting after Nighteye, were displeased. One released a viscount-level aura, “Hairy scum, noble bloodkin are not for you!”

Fiercefang glared at the bloodkin viscount, grinning wickedly. Standing tall, his head almost touched the ceiling, his ferocious aura thick, revealing his power: a second-class viscount.

He leered at the gasping viscount, “I’ve played with hundreds of bloodkin girls, killed dozens! Got anything to say? By the way, my full name is Fiercefang Bloodtop.”

The viscount, already pale, turned even paler at the mention of Bloodtop, his hands trembling.

Bloodtop was a powerful werewolf tribe, second only to the lofty Peak Tribes. They were extremely radical, solving all problems with force, and highly aggressive. Bloodtop werewolves were formidable warriors, not to be judged by rank alone, similar to the twelve ancient bloodkin clans.

A middle-aged bloodkin stepped forward, blocking the viscount, “Fiercefang, he’s mine.”

This bloodkin, seemingly frail, also exuded a powerful aura, reaching second-class viscount. Many bloodkin in the bar paled, a sign of being suppressed by a higher bloodline.

Fiercefang’s eyes narrowed, “Baroque, others fear you, but I don’t. I want this girl, will you use that noble bloodline talk?”

Baroque stared at Fiercefang, “Our families are equal. We’ve fought before, why should I back down? Let her choose.”

Fiercefang grinned, “Sweetheart, what do you say?”

Nighteye threw her drink in Fiercefang’s face, “Get lost.”

Fiercefang laughed, licking the alcohol off his face, “Good, I like it!”

Fiercefang, a mountain of muscle, approached Qian Ye, “What do you say, boy?”

Qian Ye’s response was direct, smashing his glass into Fiercefang’s face.

The glass shattered, alcohol and blood mingling, running down Fiercefang’s face.

Fiercefang, stunned, hadn’t expected Qian Ye to attack. The bar fell silent.

“You’re asking for it!” Fiercefang roared, throwing a punch at Qian Ye.

Qian Ye, barely reaching Fiercefang’s shoulder, met the punch with his hand, surprising everyone. His other hand struck Fiercefang’s abdomen, sinking deep into the werewolf’s body!