CHAPTER 647: CHAPTER 515: A DRUNKEN NIGHT

Late at night, within Mercenary City.

Lan Cai’er sat alone in a tavern, nursing a drink.

She had initially wanted to invite Ye Lingyue for a drink, but failed to find her; her sister often disappeared without notice, and Lan Cai’er had grown used to it, so she went out alone.

Beside her right hand, lay the Red Flame Jiao Whip that Long Baobao had refined for her.

Although young, Long Baobao was cunning and emphasized repeatedly that she should remember to thank Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu... these past few days, Lan Cai’er had been avoiding him.

Especially yesterday, when Ye Lingyue asked her what she thought of Yan Jiu, her heart became unsettled.

Initially, Lan Cai’er felt she disliked Yan Jiu, who was sharp-tongued and often harsh towards her.

But gradually, Lan Cai’er found herself thinking about Yan Jiu more and more.

She was no longer the maiden experiencing her first awakening of love; she was already in her twenties.

But the deeply etched, painful love she had for Dao Ge had left her scarred; she was frightened to love, and dared not love again.

Having left her hometown, in the letters her mother wrote, it had been mentioned several times that she should find a good man, forget the past, and start a new life.

Forget the past, she had already forgotten.

It had been a while since Lan Cai’er thought of Dao Ge, whose presence used to dominate her thoughts, but slowly, in her midnight dreams, she dreamt of Yan Jiu’s face, hateful yet lovable.

Yet that man’s approach, seemingly close yet distant, deeply frightened Lan Cai’er.

A man like Yan Jiu, powerful and handsome, how could he ever fancy a woman like her.

Lan Cai’er gave a bitter smile and ordered another jar of strong liquor.

Unconsciously, a few jars had piled up at her table; Lan Cai’er usually held her liquor well, but perhaps due to her mood tonight, she felt tipsy by the third jar.

At that moment, a few drunken mercenaries approached.

"Hey, beauty, drinking alone?"

"How about we brothers keep you company?"

With her pretty face flushed from drinking, Lan Cai’er heard these annoying voices and looked up.

"Get lost, I’m not dealing with you fools."

Seeing the unsightly mark on Lan Cai’er’s face, the mercenaries were startled at first, but taking in her other half-face and fiery figure, they didn’t leave but crowded around her instead.

"Thought she was a Heavenly Immortal, turns out she’s a freak, but the other half of her face is still pretty good, and the body is quite alluring. Come on, have some fun with us."

With that, two of them tried to grab Lan Cai’er and forcefully drag her away.

The tavern waiter dared not speak up; he couldn’t handle these common disturbances.

Lan Cai’er, with drunken eyes flashing coldly, shouted sharply. The Spirit Whip in her hand lashed out, a wave of Primordial Power carrying flames tore through the air.

With that whip, a mercenary screamed as a deep gash appeared on his body, bone deep.

"Ugly bitch, how dare you hurt me, do you know who I am!" the mercenaries roared.

Thinking they could take advantage of her, they didn’t expect her to be a tigress.

This woman’s cultivation was not weak; she was a Martial Artist of the Reincarnation Realm, and the whip in her hand was actually an Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact.

An Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact, if they could get their hands on it, would earn them more than a year’s worth of mercenary missions.

Their lustful thoughts just emerging, greed soon followed.

These men were also old mercenaries from the city, belonging to a group called the "Gluttonous Wolf Mercenary Group." Among them, the leader was a master of the Reincarnation Second Realm, while the others were from the Reincarnation First Path and the Great Primordial Dan Realm.

"That woman is drunk, she won’t last long. Her cultivation is worse than mine, and she’s just relying on the advantage of her spiritual artifact. If several of us attack together and seize her spiritual artifact, we’ll gain both her possessions and her life at the same time."

"Thunder Fist." The leader of the Gluttonous Wolf struck out with a punch, unleashing dozens of raging thunderbolts.

Following that, several mercenaries rushed forward together.

Lan Cai’er was drunk, and her senses were much duller than usual.

She forcefully gathered her spirit, and her spirit whip spun around her, forging a fiery defensive circle around her body.

The heavy barrage of fists struck the flame defense circle, immediately sending sparks flying everywhere; Cai’er’s delicate body shuddered as she took a stealthy palm strike from behind.

She felt a sweetness in her throat as blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

However, she did not show any hint of panic. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her spirit whip suddenly lashed out at her attacker.

With a tearing sound, the Earth Rank spirit whip tore the body of the Great Primordial Dan Realm martial artist into two halves.

"Damn woman, how dare you harm my brother, everyone attack together!"

Seeing Lan Cai’er injured, the morale of the Gluttonous Wolf members surged, and they roared furiously, rushing towards her.

Cai’er, holding the spirit whip, felt an icy chill in her palm.

Drunk, the alcohol eroded her brain as she tried to gather her Primordial Power, knowing that if this continued, she would truly fall into the hands of these people.

The inn was now a complete mess.

There were fragments of tables and stools everywhere.

Lan Cai’er felt that there were figures everywhere around her; she was deep within an encirclement.

Suddenly, she heard a furious roar, and a torrent of wild and fierce Primordial Power descended from the sky, carrying with it an intent to kill.

Several men from the Gluttonous Wolf Mercenary Group hadn’t even realized what was happening before their bodies were sent flying.

The leader of the group, who instigated the attack, hadn’t even had the chance to see who was coming when he felt his arm being seized; with a horrifying sound of bone-cracking, he was thrown to the ground like a sandbag.

"How dare you touch her!"

A fierce killing intent surged on the sharply featured face of the newcomer.

"Dao... Dao Ge’s Blood Drink!" The man, seeing Dao Ge’s weapon, was terrified out of his wits.

Before he could even reply, another scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, rang out; his arm was directly broken by Dao Ge.

Like the God of Killing himself, Dao Ge left the mercenaries with broken arms and legs, throwing them out of the inn.

Dao Ge walked up to Lan Cai’er, his brows furrowed.

This inn was a place he and Bo Qing often visited.

He was originally out to find Bo Qing, but instead, he encountered Lan Cai’er being bullied.

Seeing her surrounded and almost mistreated, he couldn’t help himself and charged forward.

Why was she alone?

This damned woman, doesn’t she know how dangerous the nights in Mercenary City are, and yet she ventured out alone to drown her sorrows?

What normal woman drinks as much as a man?

At least Song Jingyun wouldn’t... But why, why does he care so deeply for this Lan Cai’er, who is neither gentle, sensible, nor smart?

Dao Ge sighed deeply, stepped forward, and steadied Lan Cai’er.