"You Divine Medicine Valley people are actually this strong!"
Jiang Hengwu said in surprise.
"Of course."
Murong Yun's face was proud. "Otherwise, how do you think our Divine Medicine Valley could be the overlord of Heavenly Heart Island?"
"Hmph, so what if you're powerful? If Cheng Cheng wants your Divine Medicine Valley's Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill, that's your sect's honor."
Tang Xingyu snorted coldly.
"You… you… so arrogant!"
Murong Yun was so angry her fingers trembled.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Yang Cheng's eyes moved slightly.
Right after, Tang Xingyu and the other two girls also heard the voices of discussion coming from inside the tavern.
On the second floor, a group of young men and women were drinking.
They were clearly centered around one young man.
The youth looked about twenty, and the jade casually hanging at his waist alone was worth a fortune.
"First Prince Yang Zhao, you don't know since you just came back from the Azure Jade Realm. Your Crown Prince younger brother is now famous throughout the world, and his position in Great Zhou is already unshakable."
Someone said.
"That was before."
Another person refuted. "Now that the First Prince has returned, what does Yang Cheng count for?"
"Not quite."
The young man waved his hand. "My fifth brother's growth surprised even me as his elder. If he were benevolent and tolerant, I might willingly recognize him as heir apparent."
"But unfortunately, as Crown Prince he expelled my sixth brother, destroyed the Southern Guardian Prince's mansion, and wiped out the Chu clan. Clearly, he is ruthless and violent."
"If he becomes emperor, then in the future our Great Zhou will surely have a tyrant. That is something I absolutely cannot allow."
Downstairs, Yang Cheng was surprised.
He hadn't expected to run into his eldest brother, the First Prince Yang Zhao.
Seventeen years ago, when Yang Zhao's bone aptitude was first tested, he had been taken away to the Azure Jade Realm by a powerful cultivator.
Later on, Yang Zhao had tried to return to Great Zhou, but Yang Xiu had driven him away.
From that alone, it was clear Yang Zhao was indeed outstanding. Otherwise, Yang Xiu would have simply killed him.
Tang Xingyu instantly grew unhappy.
She didn't care who Yang Zhao was—daring to slander Cheng Cheng in public meant he was the enemy.
Then her eyes spun, and she looked at Yang Cheng. "Cheng Cheng, aren't you really good at alchemy?"
"Not bad."
Yang Cheng smiled.
Seeing Tang Xingyu's expression, he knew she was scheming something mischievous.
Don't be fooled by his little senior sister's obedient appearance—ever since she was little, she had always been crafty.
"Hehe."
Tang Xingyu pulled a few stalks of grass and a green vine out of her void ring. "Cheng Cheng, this is Illusion Heart Grass and Thousand Mechanism Vine. Help me refine them into Illusion Mechanism Powder."
Beside her, Jiang Hengwu and Murong Yun both froze.
How could Tang Xingyu, who looked like a well-behaved girl, carry such herbs on her?
What's more, Illusion Mechanism Powder wasn't anything good. Once ingested, it made people muddle-headed and prone to spilling the truth.
Yang Cheng, however, agreed without hesitation.
With his mastery in Pill Dao, he didn't even need a pill furnace to easily refine Illusion Mechanism Powder.
Right after, Tang Xingyu pulled out a wine flask as if changing tricks.
She sneaked into the tavern.
Click!
Then Yang Cheng and the others saw her reveal a mechanism inside the flask—it was built in two layers.
Tang Xingyu opened the flask. The top held ordinary wine, while the bottom contained wine laced with Illusion Mechanism Powder.
She gave the spout a gentle twist, and the two layers could switch freely.
After that, Tang Xingyu carried the flask straight over to Yang Zhao's table.
"What a lovely little lady."
The crowd's eyes instantly brightened.
"I am a relative of the tavern's owner. Seeing you gentlemen so dignified, I just wanted to offer you all a drink."
Tang Xingyu feigned worshipful admiration.
Then she poured herself a cup from her own flask and downed it in one go.
"Hahaha!"
"This little lady has good taste."
The men at Yang Zhao's table were instantly in a great mood.
Having such a pretty little lady come forward just to offer them wine out of admiration, their vanity swelled to the extreme.
And since Tang Xingyu had already drunk a cup herself before toasting them, their doubts vanished instantly. None of them thought the wine might be problematic.
Tang Xingyu poured a cup for each of them.
They all drank it down.
With a sweet smile on her face, she refilled their cups again.
But Yang Zhao and the others, thinking of their status, refused to drink too much.
"I've heard true heroes never get drunk no matter how many cups they drink. Surely you gentlemen aren't…"
Tang Xingyu trailed off on purpose, her face showing disappointment.
How could Yang Zhao and his companions stand such provocation? They immediately started drinking again in large gulps.
Before long, they were swaying, clearly drunk.
With their cultivation, ordinary wine would never have made them drunk so easily.
But Tang Xingyu's wine was laced with Illusion Mechanism Powder, and its effects were anything but ordinary.
One youth was the first to lose control—he suddenly jumped up on the table and started singing a tune.
Another young master hugged a pillar, shouting, "Peach Blossom, don't leave tonight, we'll fight all night long!"
Even Yang Zhao's expression turned dazed. "Only I, Yang Zhao, am worthy to be the future ruler of Great Zhou…"
The people around all stared at each other in surprise.
Then the crowd burst out laughing.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a young girl stormed out, grabbed a nearby jug of wine, and splashed it all over Yang Zhao and the others' faces.
They snapped awake at once.
Realizing they had just made complete fools of themselves, their faces twisted into ugly grimaces.
"You vile slut, how dare you mock Brother Yang Zhao and the others!"
The girl turned her head toward Tang Xingyu and swung a slap straight at her face.
But Tang Xingyu grabbed a cactus from the window sill beside her.
And it wasn't just any cactus—it had spiritual essence, its toughness frighteningly strong.
The girl hadn't expected it. Her palm landed hard on the cactus.
"Ahhh!"
A shriek of agony tore from her throat.
"Presumptuous!"
One of the young masters could no longer hold back. He drew his sword and slashed toward Tang Xingyu.
Bang!
At that moment, a foot lashed out without warning and slammed into him, kicking him straight through the window.
Crash!
Yang Zhao and the others all shot up to their feet.
Only to see Yang Cheng already standing at Tang Xingyu's side.
It was obvious Yang Cheng recognized Yang Zhao, but Yang Zhao did not recognize Yang Cheng.
After all, when Yang Zhao had left the Wasteland Realm, Yang Cheng hadn't even been born yet.
"Who are you people?"
Yang Zhao said coldly.
Seeing three stunning beauties behind Yang Cheng, he refrained from acting rashly.
People like that usually came from extraordinary backgrounds.
"Who cares who they are."
The girl, however, had already lost all composure. "Here on Heavenly Heart Island, there is no force that dares offend my Divine Medicine Valley."
"Brother Yang Zhao, seize them right now—especially that slut! I want to flay her alive…"
Before she could finish her sentence—
Smack!
Yang Cheng had already slapped her flying, knocking two of her teeth onto the floor.
The girl tried to curse again.
Yang Cheng's voice was icy. "If you don't want to lose your tongue, then keep talking."
"You've gone too far."
Yang Zhao could no longer restrain himself.
His figure blurred, flashing right up to Yang Cheng, as he threw a punch straight at Yang Cheng's face.
A peak Martial Emperor aura burst out.
Clearly, Yang Zhao's martial talent was extraordinary as well.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the confidence to challenge Yang Cheng.
But—
Yang Cheng blocked his fist effortlessly.