Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 157: The Beauty Contest at Hongyue Tower

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. My name is Chen Fuyuan. I am currently ranked fifth on the local list. It is a great honor for me to meet you young heroes today."

Chen Fuyuan, who was carrying three magic instruments on his back, was all smiles, and his etiquette was very authentic. If it weren't for his middle-aged face, his smile would have made people feel more friendly, especially the way he bent when he bowed, which made the etiquette teacher unable to find any fault.

If there hadn't been a young man standing next to him, glaring at Wang Qiye, his acting would have been flawless.

"Chen Fuyuan, go back to where you came from. Others may be afraid of you, but I, Xiao Lanmei, am not."

Xiao Lanmei pushed Hong Qiang away, stood up, and turned his wrists twice. His eyes, which could never get drunk no matter how much he drank, were now misted with a hint of drunkenness.

Nangong Yu also stood up with a smile on his face, pulled out the paper fan from his waist, and waved it lightly, trying to be more cool than Chen Fuyuan.

"No way, I'm meeting an old friend today and I just came here to have a drink."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't leave now, even if it's the Red Moon Tower, there's no way I can protect you."

Xiao Lanmei took a few steps forward but was grabbed by Wang Qiye.

Chen Fuyuan just smiled and didn't care about Xiao Lanmei's gaze. He nodded at the young man's behavior.

"I don't know why Senior Brother Chen came. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. I wonder when you will come?"

Wang Qiye withdrew his hand from Xiao Lanmei and let him stand there. He lay lazily in the recliner and took Yu Miaolan into his arms.

He didn't pay any attention to Chen Fuyuan, but just quietly looked at the wine glass in his hand for a few times, drank it all and put it on the table.

Hong Qiang and Zi Yan seemed to be accustomed to such scenes. They just stepped aside and watched the situation nervously.

"A few days ago, I heard that there was some misunderstanding between my junior brother and Mr. Wang. Today I came to offer a glass of wine, hoping that the two of you can make peace with each other."

Chen Fuyuan didn't care about Wang Qiye's contemptuous attitude and took out a glass of wine from somewhere.

"My Lord, drink first as a sign of respect."

As he spoke, Chen Fuyuan drank the glass of wine in one gulp and looked around at the empty glass.

Nangong Yu and Xiao Lanmei stood there, looking at him with a smile. Since he came over, Wang Qiye had not even looked at him straight in the eye. He just looked at the food on the booth, and reached out to take a grape and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting. My master has only this one precious grandson, and he has spoiled him. If he has offended you, I, as your disciple, will apologize on behalf of my junior brother."

As soon as Chen Fuyuan finished speaking, he bowed again.

"Brother Chen, rest assured. Wang doesn't even bother to participate in these meaningless fights. That day, we will admit defeat in two rounds in a row so that we can end this frivolous fight as soon as possible."

Wang Qiye conveyed his thoughts to Chen Fuyuan.

"In that case, Chen would like to thank you in advance."

Chen Fuyuan also sent a message through his mind.

"Hahaha, I apologize for disturbing you all today. We will leave now."

When Chen Fuyuan saw that Wang Qiye had seen through his true colors, he laughed and bowed again.

"Shen Yujue, let's go."

After saying that, Chen Fuyuan informed the man with red eyes beside him of the result and left with him.

In this red moonlight, the red eyes were simply a natural disguise. The eyes walked a few steps and turned back. But this time, they looked at the silk gauze skirt in Wang Qiye's arms with some playfulness, and then left with the same chic steps as Chen Fuyuan.

"Wang Qiye, don't worry. I, Old Xiao, have never been afraid of this hypocrite. I just wanted to have some good wine, so I didn't really fight for the Earth Ranking. If I get the chance, I will beat this hypocrite to a pulp."

Xiao Lanmei watched Chen Fuyuan finally give in and leave, feeling somewhat regretful that they were unable to fight.

"Today is a beautiful day, why should we ruin our mood just for a clown?"

Wang Qiye also despised this kind of hypocrite and felt sick having him around, so he quickly sent him away.

"Mr. Qiye is absolutely right. Mr. Xiao, please sit down and have a drink to calm your temper."

Hong Qiang quickly pulled the ruffian to sit on the recliner, fearing that he would do something stupid again.

"Brother Qiye, so what if he has a Nascent Soul grandfather. Do you want me to tell my sister to recruit some people for you to strengthen your forces?"

Nangong Yu sat down leisurely, gently waving the paper fan, as if he didn't care about the farce just now.

"Oh, no need to. It wasn't a big deal in the first place. Why is it that in the end it's all about who has the bigger backers and who is right?"

Wang Qiye secretly cursed these rich young men for being so idle, wishing something would happen every day so that they could show off their status.

"Okay then, since Brother Qiye has his own plans, I won't act on my own."

Nangong Yu thought for a moment, put on a cynical smile, and hugged Zi Yan.

At that moment, several people hugged each other, clinking glasses and chatting, making it very lively.

"Look, the beauty contest has begun."

Hong Qiang shouted, and everyone looked over.

The first person to appear was a woman dressed in clothes the same color as the red moonlight in the Red Moon Tower. She had a veil on her face and was barefoot. The veil on her body was as hazy as the moonlight.

"Who is she?"

Wang Qiye asked about Yu Miaolan in his arms, and at the same time secretly sighed that Hongyue Tower could even recruit these female cultivators in the Jindan stage. It seemed that he had underestimated them before.

"She was the last oiran. Every oiran is given the name Hongyue. Even this dress, which is the same color as Hongyue Tower, can only be worn by oiran."

Yu Miaolan looked at her in a daze, and suddenly leaned over to whisper in Wang Qiye's ear.

"Master Wang, do you still count what you said last time?"

The soft words floated into his ears, making him feel itchy. There was some shyness in her voice. Feeling her body trembling slightly, Wang Qiye felt a sense of conquest in his heart.

Originally, he came here today with the intention of doing something to her, but the fragrance so close to him brought back the old loser heart, and Wang Qiye couldn't bear to destroy the beauty before his eyes.

"If you have any trouble, I can lend it to you first. I just can't bear to see you fall into this world of rouge and red dust."

The person in his arms also breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was afraid that he would really agree. The two of them were in this state of being close yet distant, with each other being willing and you forcing me, and they were tug-of-war between them, which gave rise to a bit of ambiguity.

Yu Miaolan took a few deep breaths to stop her body from trembling. She combed her hair which was a little loose, then raised her head again. She looked with gratitude at a look of eyes that were staring blankly at Hongyue playing the piano. She suddenly felt that all her innocence had been wasted.

"Men are all bad. They are all pigs who fall in love with every woman they meet."

After cursing in her heart, Yu Miaolan was still not satisfied. She bared her teeth and vented all her anger and grievances on Wang Qiye's shoulder.

"hiss."

Wang Qiye didn't dare to shout out loud, for fear of disturbing Miss Hongyue's playing of the piano, so he only dared to shout in his heart.

Even Xiao Lanmei, who was usually very calm, kept quiet at this moment. However, the pair of hands that were playing tricks in Hong Qiang's clothes made it unclear whether they were touching Hong Qiang or Hong Yue.

After the song was finished, it really made people feel like they were baptized both physically and mentally. Even Yu Miaolan in his arms finally listened to Hongyue's piano playing obediently, with a light flickering in her eyes, and she was greatly inspired.

"it is good!"

"Miss Hongyue is indeed worthy of her reputation!"

"Miss Hongyue, I love you!"

"Hongyue thanks everyone for visiting Hongyue Tower today."

The beautiful woman, wearing a moonlit veil and holding a guqin, bowed gracefully, then walked barefoot in the air and slowly retreated.

Just as the Red Moon Beauty left, another beauty appeared, holding a sword, stepped on the empty space, walked step by step to the center of the building, and began to perform a sword dance.

"This person is actually also a golden elixir beauty?"

Wang Qiye praised and said it in a low voice.

"That's right, for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the youthful appearance can only last until the age of 60, then it starts to decline. For a Golden Core cultivator, the youthful appearance starts to decline after the age of 166. In this land of willows, once a person grows old and ugly, there are only a few who can stay, and they will soon be replaced by young newcomers.

Xiao Lanmei's eyes have never left the sword-dancing girl since she came on stage.

"Is the competition in Hongyue Building so fierce?"

Wang Qiye secretly smacked his lips.

"That's nothing. I heard that there are even female cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage in Yihong Courtyard and Zuixiang Tower. Just think about it, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like us can get a female cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage by spending a few spirit stones. Which man can resist such temptation?"

There was mist in Xiao Lanmei's eyes again, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Tianlian, come on again!"

"Miss Lian is great!"

"Miss Tianlian, I want to make you my Oiran!"

"Tianlian thanks everyone for coming to Hongyue Tower today."

Tianlian thanked everyone with a sword in hand, then turned around and left the building.

Another beautiful woman in colorful clothes walked out from behind the screen, took small steps, turned around in the well, and then began to dance.

"Hey, how do you charge for that Nascent Soul stage female cultivator you just mentioned?"

Wang Qiye was admiring the dance of the woman in colorful clothes when he suddenly became interested.

Yu Miaolan punched Wang Qiye hard on the chest and turned away angrily.

"There are too many jealous people over there, so I won't talk about them. Just looking at the five people performing today, none of them are easy to deal with."

"If you are just looking for a good-looking female Jindan cultivator, you can get her by going a few more times and spending 500 spirit stones. For someone like this who is good-looking and has top-notch talents, you can spend 500 spirit stones and just touch her hand, and you will know."

Xiao Lanmei's expression was gloomy, which was rarely seen. Wang Qiye happened to catch it and sighed in his heart. "I don't know which girl this dissolute and reckless man got defeated by. He actually lost his courage. His tactics are really clever. I have to learn how to use them. Watch carefully."