Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 152 - 150: Fellow Daoist, They Are Demons!_3

"Mother, it’s rare for the young master to be in such good spirits; let’s drink a little longer," Qiu Dong said coquettishly, her gaze toward Chun Mei filled with a provocative edge, as if to say, "Let’s see who outdrinks whom tonight."

Chun Mei, unwilling to show weakness, paid no mind to her sister’s provocation. "Mother, my sister is right; let’s accompany the young master for a bit longer."

The old woman was somewhat at a loss. What was going on with her two daughters? The net was supposed to be closing, yet neither of them seemed at all calculated—they were still here drinking.

This kind of situation had never occurred for the old woman before.

Lin Fan had already seen through the two young women’s antics; their quiet rivalry was clear as day, each refusing to yield to the other, waiting to prove who’s better.

And Lin Fan seized the opportunity. He praised one to make her giddy, then turned to praise the other, making her proud as well.

In the end, naturally, neither would back down. They’d continue to compete.

The old woman had drunk quite a bit. Although the drug’s efficacy hidden in the liquor had no effect on her, the alcohol itself was still intoxicating. Without knowing exactly the background of her opponent, she dared not invoke her demonic power recklessly.

She could only rely on her drinking stamina to endure.

"Young master, let me rub your shoulders—that’ll definitely feel wonderful," Chun Mei’s mature and charming voice was pleasing to the ear, her tone seductive.

Lin Fan lightly stroked Chun Mei’s soft, smooth hands. "Alright, thank you for your effort."

Seeing her elder sister’s flirtatiousness, Qiu Dong refused to be outdone. "Young master, let me feed you a bite of food."

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, that’s quite thoughtful of you too."

At this moment, the old woman had many things on her mind but didn’t know what to say.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the man before her seemed to revel in enjoying all the fortune at once.

It wasn’t quite the situation she’d imagined.

At that moment—

Knock, knock. The sound of knocking came from beyond the door.

The old woman’s expression changed slightly. Late into the night, who could be coming at this hour? This was Kunyu Mountain; encountering this seemingly naive young man was surprising enough.

But that didn’t mean Kunyu Mountain was full of naïve young men.

The old woman sat there deep in thought, momentarily ignoring the persistent knocking sound at the door.

"Old madam, if you have nothing urgent to do, why don’t you go answer the door? I’m having a delightful time playing with your two daughters here, and I’d rather not go myself," Lin Fan said.

"Very well, very well, young master; please wait a moment." The old woman hurriedly snapped out of her trance and went to open the door. She had no idea who could be here—this was like a proverbial wild card ruining their careful plans.

Not long after.

The old woman returned with a middle-aged man in tow. The man carried a long sword strapped to his back, wore a yellow Taoist robe, sported a whiskered mustache, and upon entering the room, began sniffing the air, as though searching for something.

He caught a faint scent of demonic energy.

Though it was faint, he could still detect it.

As he stepped inside, however, he saw Lin Fan sitting there enjoying fine food and drink, with two young women serving him.

With one glance, he confirmed that Lin Fan was human.

Yet, the two women exuded faint traces of demonic aura. Perhaps it had been suppressed through certain means, but the man’s talent lay in his keen sense of smell for demonic energy; no matter how deeply concealed, he could sniff it out.

"Immortal Master, come and sit," the old woman welcomed carefully, feeling that the situation was becoming complicated. She hadn’t expected a cultivator to suddenly appear; his attire and bearing made it unmistakably clear who he was.

The man took his seat and asked, "You seem very unfamiliar, fellow. What brings you here at this hour?"

"Kunyu Mountain is rife with demons—you’d best keep your eyes open and not be deceived."

His words were directed at the three demon-women, as if to declare, "I already know who you really are. Don’t bother pretending—I’ve seen through you entirely."

Trying to fool me? Let me tell you, that’s impossible.

Lin Fan said, "How could there be demons at Kunyu Mountain? I’ve been wandering here for days and haven’t encountered any. Besides, look here; this old madam was so kind—she let me in, offered me food and drink, and even brought her two lovely daughters to serve me. Where would one find such kind-hearted people?"

Hearing Lin Fan’s remarks, the Taoist cultivator felt helpless.

Born with sharp eyes yet unable to pierce illusions—it was truly regrettable.

"Qiu Dong, pour the Immortal Master a drink," the old woman instructed. If he drank, the ensuing events would be far less predictable.

Qiu Dong was about to get up but was stopped by Lin Fan, who grabbed her wrist. "They’re serving me so well—how can they tend to others? Madam, you’ll have to pour the drink yourself for this Immortal Master."

"Young master, do you really like me that much?" Qiu Dong said sweetly.

"I like you all," Lin Fan replied with a smile.

The whiskered man witnessed this scene and secretly shook his head. This fellow has been ensnared by beauty, his Taoist heart clearly wavering, making him susceptible to manipulation.

The old woman wanted to slap Lin Fan senseless. Such greed—making her pour drinks! That aside, for their plan to succeed, some things still had to be endured.

"Immortal Master, let me pour you a drink myself," the old woman said gently as she poured the liquor slowly and deliberately.

The middle-aged cultivator sat still as a statue, saying nothing, but stroked his whiskers and remarked, "The aroma of this wine is pleasant, but I dare not drink. One sip, and it might just be Soul-breaking Wine."

The old woman replied, "Immortal Master, you jest. How could this be Soul-breaking Wine? All of this was brewed by me personally. Though it can’t compare to your usual indulgences, its taste is quite decent."

"Heh." The man chuckled, saying nothing further, but his sharp gaze locked onto the old woman. Streams of light flickered in his eyes, and the moment she saw it, the old woman instinctively avoided his gaze.

Lin Fan picked up a bowl of liquor and downed it in one gulp. "Drink! This is good wine—spicy at first, sweet going down. Exquisite!"