Chapter 869: Gentle Land, Very Charming

Chufeng tried to bypass Maiden Xi, but he couldn't leave. A crowd of young elites rushed forward, blocking his path, intent on a drinking contest. They explicitly stated he wasn't allowed to use his cultivation to dispel the alcohol.

He felt a headache coming on. These young men clearly saw him as a class enemy, resentful that he had married the sixth most beautiful woman under the starry sky, and aimed to get him completely drunk.

Undoubtedly, these were the strongest geniuses from various races; otherwise, they wouldn't have been qualified to attend and approach Chufeng. Ordinary individuals would have been stopped long ago.

Among them were saints and goddesses he had once sold, now united in their animosity, yet smiling. Their luminous cups held thousand-year-old aged wine, some even ten-thousand-year-old "King's Wine." This liquid had long since solidified into a jelly, containing special ingredients that made it far more than just alcohol; it could even incapacitate a sub-saint.

Chufeng's wish to go to the bridal chamber early was thwarted. The young crowd teased him, asking why he was in such a hurry, suggesting he might be afraid someone would steal his bride.

They also emphasized that they would all go together to "make noise" in the bridal chamber later.

Hearing this, Chufeng looked around and saw a group of old monsters watching, all smiling knowingly. If these old men weren't present, and if it weren't for the public scrutiny, he would absolutely have unleashed his Lightning Fist, knocking them all down. Why cause trouble? Had they never heard that a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold? Could they afford to compensate him?

He then found himself in a fierce battle, with many people challenging him to drinking contests with large bowls, and a group supervising to ensure he didn't use energy to dispel the alcohol.

"Moo, are you bullying because no one from the top ten is here? Come here, Saint Son Pegasus, have you forgotten old Ox? Have you forgotten the auction on the East Sea ship? I am here!"

The Great Black Ox arrived to help. With a slicked-back hairstyle, a cigar in his mouth, and his dark sunglasses discarded, he carried a jar of thousand-year-old aged wine. He slung his arm around Saint Son Pegasus's neck, simultaneously grabbing a few others, refusing to let go, and demanded a drinking contest.

"You won't drink? You won't give old Ox face? Do you want me to tell everyone the story of our three days and two nights together?" The Great Black Ox glared.

Saint Son Pegasus and the others panicked, saying, "I say, Ox Demon King, Big Black, don't talk nonsense! You can't discredit yourself! What three days and two nights did we have with you? We're all men!"

These individuals were not unfamiliar with the Great Black Ox; he had served as an auctioneer and explainer during their previous auction, so they knew each other well.

"Who said I'm not interested in men?" The Great Black Ox swayed his pair of enormous, rough horns, which looked capable of piercing heaven and earth, appearing quite unrefined!

"Oh, my word! Grandpa, Brother Ox, shut up! Please stop talking! We give up, we won't challenge Chufeng to a drinking contest. We've never seen anyone as shameless as you; you don't care about your reputation, but we do!" Saint Son Pegasus and the others were terrified, genuinely afraid he would blurt out something.

On the other side, the Northeast Tiger directly intercepted a Golden Wolf and a Nine-Lives Cat. While drinking, he flirted with the Cat Race Saintess, saying, "Last time was too rushed; I surprisingly didn't notice such a stunning beauty among my tiger clan's relatives. My apologies! Seeing you today is like witnessing a brilliant moon rising, and suddenly, the entire Pure Land brightens because of you, Saintess..."

The Northeast Tiger, burping from alcohol, openly tried to get close to the Cat Race Saintess, while not forgetting to wrap his thick arm around Saint Son Golden Wolf's neck to prevent him from joining the drinking contest with Chufeng or causing trouble.

The Nine-Lives Cat Race Saintess smiled charmingly and handled the situation gracefully. However, Golden Wolf was filled with resentment, wanting to shout, "What the heck are you doing hugging me while you're hitting on her?" If he weren't wary of Demon King Chu and the nearby domineering Divine Physique staring at him, he would have definitely fought the Northeast Tiger.

"Oh, listen everyone, I am Lü Feiyang, from a scholarly family in the Jiangnan water towns of Earth, one of the top ten before rebirth. I usually enjoy poetry and books, and I adore literary elegance." He then began to boast, translating Tang and Song poems into the universal language, and reciting "Li Sao," feigning refinement and posing as a distinguished scholar.

Unfortunately, his large protruding teeth and a pair of long, perked-up ears somewhat detracted from his dignified appearance.

Overall, however, it was quite effective. He could boast, and while portraying himself as "literary and elegant," he also claimed to have entered true dragon lairs and stolen dragon eggs. He spoke of how, when the famous mountains and great rivers of Earth were recovering, various ancient divine bird eggs and divine beast cubs began to reappear.

"My proudest achievement in life was digging out a Kunpeng egg from Mount Tai and hatching Ouyang Feng, who became my battle pet. With this descendant of a divine bird, I don't even need to act myself; he already dominates this generation of the universe!"

The Old Donkey had too much to drink. After all, having held back six or seven geniuses, he dared to say anything, which quickly led to a tragic outcome.

Because Ouyang Feng was standing right behind him, his gaze murderous. Finally, he grabbed the donkey's long ears and said, "I am also a divine beast, a domineering divine physique. I don't like your act. Come, come, let this king teach you how to be a truly distinguished and elegant scholar!"

Moments later, the Old Donkey was bruised and swollen, and mostly sober.

A group of great demons from Kunlun had already rushed over to rescue Chufeng, finally allowing him to break free from the crowd. However, the previously reserved saintesses and goddesses then made their move, beginning to challenge him.

Some were deliberately egging on, while others genuinely gnashed their teeth in hatred for him. Back then, this guy showed no mercy towards women, directly suppressing those who needed suppressing and selling those who needed selling—it was simply outrageous.

Among them was the Fragrant Elephant Saintess, whom he had recently escorted home. She swung her foot-thick golden arm, lowered her millstone-sized head, parted her cavernous mouth, revealing two ten-foot-long snow-white tusks, and challenged him to a drinking contest.

"Are you trying to threaten me with 'three days and two nights'? Go ahead, it's fine, I'm not afraid, I like it," the Fragrant Elephant Goddess said with a "seductive" smile, her huge mouth capable of fitting two people inside without issue.

Chufeng felt dizzy. He wanted to curse: Who the heck said that the saintesses of every race were beautiful and outstanding? He was nearly terrified.

Last time, the Fragrant Elephant Race Saintess was in her true form; this time, she was in human form, yet unexpectedly "colossal," making him feel unable to handle such an encounter.

Then, the other saintesses and goddesses laughed. Some were indeed stunningly beautiful, some genuinely alluring, and others could be called rare beauties, a flock of charming women. They had clearly conspired to give Chufeng a hard time. They swarmed him, some grabbing his arms, others tugging at his clothes, stroking his face... It was blatant teasing, all while continuing to pour him drinks.

For example, the Black Snake Saintess coiled around him, demanding they drink a cross-armed toast. Saintess Sophie deliberately cast alluring glances at him, her lips bright red, her breath fragrant as orchids, tempting him to drink more.

"Who's afraid of whom? You are all saintesses, imbued with divine halos, representing the purity of your races. If you attack me like this, don't blame me for being impolite!" Chufeng declared, completely unfazed. What was the big deal?

Soon, his face collected several vivid red lipstick marks. He remembered Sophie's, Mu Xuan's, and those from several other unworldly beauties, including one who ranked among the top dozen stunning women in the starry sky.

Relying on their numbers, and having consumed some alcohol, the group of saintesses, influenced by the teasing atmosphere, were all flirting with Chufeng, so some became a bit "uninhibited."

However, when Chufeng saw the Fragrant Elephant Race Saintess open her enormous mouth to kiss him, he was instantly terrified. He truly recoiled from this saintess, decisively struggled free from the "tender embrace," and fled in disarray.

At the same time, he immediately understood that these saintesses were retaliating against him, deliberately trying to numb him before preparing a "surprise."

"Divine King Chu, don't leave! If you dare to escape, we'll definitely chase you into the bridal chamber and make you and Goddess Qin Luoyin sit there all night. That's worse than just making noise in the bridal chamber!"

A beauty from behind threatened, and the crowd responded in agreement.

Chufeng then stopped, because he saw his brother-in-law nearby, gloating. He instantly gnashed his teeth in irritation. At the same time, he decisively acted, pulling over the immobilized Ying Wudi and directly throwing him to the Fragrant Elephant and Crocodile Dragon Saintesses.

He also added, "Tonight, Brother Wudi is feeling down, and I don't know why. You should keep him good company. If anyone here can marry into the Sub-Immortal Race in the future, you must give me, the matchmaker, a big red packet. Act quickly, don't say you didn't have an opportunity; I've created one for you!"

"What?!" Yuan Shicheng, watching from a distance, was dumbfounded and offered a silent prayer for Ying Wudi. His brother-in-law was too vicious. Not only did he use Ying Wudi as a shield, but he also added such a comment. Wouldn't that make some saintesses go crazy? After all, the Sub-Immortal Race was one of the top three races in the universe, and Ying Wudi was destined to control it in the future, becoming one of the most powerful individuals in the cosmos!

Most crucially, Ying Wudi currently had a restriction within him, making his movements difficult!

As expected, the Fragrant Elephant Race Saintess and the Crocodile Dragon Race Saintess were very happy. They smiled enchantingly at Chufeng, though their smiles were far from captivating. Their cavernous mouths almost swallowed Ying Wudi whole.

Damn it!

Ying Wudi's vision went black, and shivers ran down his spine. In his mind, he cursed Chufeng a hundred times, railing at him constantly, but he couldn't speak a word at the moment.

Other saintesses, seeing that Ying Wudi didn't resist, suddenly showed keen interest. They naturally believed themselves to be ten times more beautiful than the Fragrant Elephant and Crocodile Dragon Saintesses. A fragrant breeze swept through as they swarmed him.

Of course, saintesses bold enough to act this way certainly came from very unrefined races. Generally reserved saintesses wouldn't scramble like this, such as those from the Gourmand and Golden Hou races, among others!

Evidently, while the saintesses from these races were powerful, their appearances, judged solely on beauty, were quite contrary to Ying Wudi's aesthetic standards. He was so furious he wanted to devour Chufeng alive.

He believed this was blatant retaliation; that great demon was very vengeful and was now settling scores with him!

From a distance, the elders of the Sub-Immortal Race watched, slightly surprised, then nodded continuously, saying, "Wudi has finally grown up! He's actually taking the initiative to seek favor from powerful racial saintesses for the sake of family interests, no longer caring about outward appearance. What a good boy!"

These elders had mainly drunk the thousand-year-old aged wine, and then a bit of the ten-thousand-year-old King's Wine. This liquor could incapacitate even a sub-saint, let alone them, so their eyes were somewhat hazy with drunkenness.

Hearing this, Ying Wudi truly wanted to kill someone. Seeing the flock of "charming women" around him, he felt life was as lonely as snow, so bleak, because he couldn't feel excited at all.

Furthermore, he cursed Chufeng five hundred more times, truly wanting to fight him to the death.

His sister, Ying Xiaoxiao, the silver-haired little loli, was pouting and furiously eating by herself, sulking, with no intention of rescuing him, which infuriated Ying Wudi.

Meanwhile, Chufeng, the main subject, after abandoning Ying Wudi there, acted as if nothing had happened, having completely forgotten him. He strolled leisurely, preparing to go to the bridal chamber, quite relaxed.

Evidently, Chufeng underestimated the capriciousness of a group of scheming, beautiful saintesses. Some, quite calm, had been watching him closely and now swarmed him again, leaving vivid red lipstick marks on his collar and the back of his neck. This was a deliberate act, intended to expose these "proofs of guilt" to Qin Luoyin, giving Chufeng a hard time.

Chufeng was unfazed. He wasn't afraid of those who dared to kiss him. If he encountered the fiercer ones, he would dodge again. Then he set his sights on Yuan Shicheng and quickly rushed over.

Because the Silver Bear Race Saintess was chasing Chufeng, along with the Black Rhino Race Saintess. Both were more formidable than the other, large and stout, incredibly imposing.

"Hey, Brother Chufeng, why are you grabbing me?" Yuan Shicheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Then, his scalp tingled. Chufeng threw him to the Silver Bear Race and Black Rhino Race Saintesses. One was as white as jade but incredibly massive in physique; the other could be called a "black pearl," her entire body gleaming black.

This absolutely clashed with Yuan Shicheng's aesthetic preferences. Especially after being embraced by the "black pearl," he almost screamed, unable to bear it, and certainly not enjoying it.

"Help!" He, too, was immobilized, but thankfully could still shout a few times.

And then... there was no "then." Some saintesses became very interested in him, swarmed him, and he was quickly overwhelmed.

"Everyone, quickly check the live stream! Someone secretly photographed some private moments. Wow, Ying Wudi actually likes women of 'colossal' build! So unexpected! But looking at his desolate expression, he must be stimulated by Qin Luoyin getting married, right? This is pure self-abandonment!"

At this moment, many people across the universe were dumbfounded. Some had captured scenes at the wedding, even secretly recorded them, and uploaded them to major platforms.

"Oh dear, Crown Prince Yuan Shicheng actually likes 'black pearls'! No, I must go sunbathe and try to make my skin darker!"

Many people saw Ying Wudi and Yuan Shicheng surrounded and overwhelmed by a flock of charming women.

The official Black Blood and Primeval Beast platforms were allowed to film, but were strictly ordered not to capture private moments and to maintain a formal demeanor.

However, individuals from smaller platforms still engaged in such clandestine filming, capturing close-ups of Ying Wudi and Yuan Shicheng.

"Sigh, did you see that? These two are essentially trying to drown their sorrows in drink. They look so desolate, so self-abandoned, yet they willingly hide among women. How pathetic!"

If these two knew, they would surely curse, "Willingly hide here, self-abandoned, my foot! We're immobilized, aren't we? We can't escape!"

Yuan Yuan was about to rescue her brother, as they had a good relationship. But Chufeng suddenly grabbed her. Since both groomsmen had been exploited, there was no reason not to use the bridesmaid. Chufeng held onto her, keeping her by his side to deflect drinks and clear a path, using her status as a princess of the Primordial Demon Race to deter some of the more common saintesses.

The starry sky erupted once again, with many people engaging in heated discussions.

"Look quickly! Demon King Chu is so proper! So many saintesses throwing themselves at him, yet he remains unmoved, constantly dodging. How principled! Truly worthy of being the honorable and benevolent Divine King Chu!"

"It seems we truly misunderstood Demon King Chu before. His moral character is indeed extraordinary!"

A group of people marveled.

At the wedding venue, Ouyang Feng, the Old Donkey, the Great Black Ox, Yellow Ox, and others were rolling their eyes. They had just received a telepathic message from Chufeng, instructing them to supervise the paparazzi and also to give some of them red envelopes. This was how his glorious image was crafted, rather than scandalous scenes.

"Wow, look! Isn't that Princess Yuan Yuan of the Primordial Demon Race? She's actually staying by Chufeng's side, helping him block drinks and ward off those saintesses! So devoted!"

"Yes, look closely! She's even holding onto Chufeng's arm! She's truly devoted to him! Knowing Chufeng is getting married today and they can't be together later, she's blocking drinks and stopping those beauties for him at the very end. What profound loyalty!"

Many people in the starry sky discussed this.

This was definitely unexpected, even for Chufeng.

Princess Yuan Yuan of the Primordial Demon Race, the tenth most beautiful woman under the starry sky, managed to glance at the heated discussions on various platforms. Her beautiful eyes widened in anger, her liver qi surged, and her seductive, alluring body trembled. She desperately wanted to scream: "It's Demon King Chu who's holding *my* arm to block drinks, okay?! I'm not hugging *his* arm! What kind of eyesight do you all have?!"

Chufeng strolled along, Yuan Yuan clinging to his arm. As he passed Ying Wudi and Yuan Shicheng, he gave them a dazzling, slightly captivating smile and said, "Gentlemen, drink slowly, enjoy yourselves. I'm off to the bridal chamber."

"Aargh!" Ying Wudi clutched his chest in anger, feeling a pain in his heart. He truly wanted to punch that demon's hateful smiling face.

Yuan Shicheng's nose was almost crooked with rage. What further infuriated him was that Demon King Chu was actually holding his sister's arm! She was the bridesmaid, not the bride!

At the same time, he wanted to scream, "Damn it! You're going to the bridal chamber, so why are you still holding my sister's arm and making her go with you?!"