Mrs. Chen finally became flustered, and her breathing became a little hurried as she said, "I, I don't know what you are talking about. There are still many things to do at the wedding, so I'll leave first."
Mrs. Chen turned around and was about to leave, but Xi Yue grabbed her wrist.
He placed his fingers on Mrs. Chen's pulse and soon felt her pulse beating.
Xi Yue's face darkened and her brows furrowed slightly.
Madam Chen threw her hands and said angrily, "What are you doing? Let me go! Otherwise I will call for help!"
Xi Yue slowly let go of Madam Chen's cold hand, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said slowly: "It is not wrong to repay your life-saving grace with my body. I am just wondering, Madam Chen's original cultivation should be at the Spirit Severing Stage, right? But that old man Chen is only at the Condensing Veins Stage. How can a low-level warrior at the Condensing Veins Stage save a warrior like you at the Spirit Severing Stage?"
"Madam Chen, what kind of danger did you encounter that day that caused you to lose all your Spiritual Severing cultivation now? And you have accumulated countless hidden injuries in your body?"
As Xi Yue spoke, Mrs. Chen's face turned paler and paler.
She looked up at Xi Yue in shock, and after a long while she murmured, "You...how do you know my original cultivation level..."
Before she finished her words, a man suddenly rushed over from the direction of the lobby, grabbed Mrs. Chen's hand and pulled it back, and shouted: "What are you doing?!"
The person who came was Old Chen.
From the moment he met Old Chen, he looked honest and simple, and his smile was particularly simple.
But at this moment, Old Chen looked at Mrs. Chen in an extremely ferocious manner, like a ghost who wanted to eat people.
Mrs. Chen shuddered, lowered her head quickly, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I didn't do anything, don't be angry."
Old Chen wanted to say something, but noticed that Xiyue and Lingyu were right beside him.
He forced a smile and said gently, "I'm not angry, I just didn't see you just now and I'm worried about your safety. Didn't you say you were not feeling well? Why are you still staying here? You should go to your room and rest. Dongzi and I will come to see you in the evening."
Hearing Old Chen's words of comfort, Mrs. Chen shrank even more, and replied timidly with a "yes" before turning and leaving.
Old Chen smiled and apologized to Xi Yue and the others repeatedly, asking them to enjoy the banquet before turning around and leaving.
A wedding banquet was lively from noon to evening.
As the cups were passed around and the wine flowed down their stomachs, many people started to get drunk. In the end, they either staggered away or fainted on the table, talking nonsense.
At this time, Old Chen and Chen Dong were standing in the middle of the lobby, looking in the direction of Xi Yue's wine table, both showing satisfied smiles.
I saw Xi Yue and a few others lying on the table, unconscious, as if they were drunk.
However, Ji Mingyu was not among the people at the table, and no one knew where he had gone.
But only Old Chen and his friends knew that it was because the food and wine on the table were all laced with the island's best drug, the Intoxicant.
The Ecstasy Drunk was specially bestowed by the island owner for this mission.
Just one drop of Ecstasy is enough to render a Mahayana cultivator powerless to resist, let alone a group of young and insignificant-looking people.
Old Chen's eyes fell on Xi Yue, and he asked in confusion: "I see nothing unusual about her appearance, and her physique is not a rare pure yin body or a wood-type spiritual root. Why did the island owner specifically want her?" (To be continued)