7 Look, An Airplane!!

Chen Yihai stares blankly at the scene before him, mouth slightly agape.

In the tavern, many youthful men were merrily drinking large jars of Emperor's Smile. Beautiful waitresses would suggestively lean against the men in a raunchy, flirtatious manner as they served them. Some pairs were already kissing, with the men giving generous tips to the women.

Yun Shenwu glances around, completely overlooking the inappropriate actions as if they were completely normal. The moment he sees a familiar group of disciples from Chen Yihai's own sect, his expression brightens up and he jogs up to them, waving animatedly.

"Senior brothers, I've arrived. I've also brought a friend with me." Yun Shenwu says, gesturing to the extremely handsome man who was still standing frozen at the entrance.

All of the attention immediately turns to the shocked Chen Yihai, and he quickly composes himself, shutting his jaw and smiling amiably. "Ahem, well… hello."

But on the inside, he's screaming: What! Kind! Of! Tavern! Is! This!!!

This is by no means any kind of normal tavern, and it's clearly evident by the couple in the corner doing immoral deeds. Why did this kind of place even exist in Touch of Immortals? Furthermore, why did the protagonist and all of his other disciples come to this kind of dirty business, ah?! How could someone just gloss over this important kind of past?!

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Irritated upon finding out something he hadn't expected his pure and innocent protagonist to be involved in, he strolls over to the table full of familiar cannon fodder faces in his Ju-Long Sect.

"Wow! This brother is so good-looking! As expected, attractive people will flock to other attractive people…" Disciple A exclaims dejectedly, staring at the two handsome fellows with eyes full of admiration. He slumps over onto the table, sighing: "If I were at least half as good-looking, then maybe I wouldn't need to use my right hand often…"

Disciple B, sitting next to him, reaches over and pats him on the back. "Don't worry, brother, we are in the same boat! It's really not fair, ah! Did we do something bad in our last lives that we were reborn so average-looking? Or is it just brother Yun did some amazing deeds in his past life that the Gods blessed him this life? Uwah… this is really so unfair, ah! Wuwu..." Disciple B suddenly bursts into tears, his face red as he sobs his eyes out.

Disciple A and Disciple B begin to cling to one another for emotional support, both wailing like children.

Yun Shenwu only smiles, and reaches into his robe to pull out two handkerchiefs. Then, he proceeds to throw them onto the two disciples' faces, effectively covering their expressions. "Brothers, what did I say about drinking too much before I arrived? Now you're both drunk and look absolutely pathetic. Cover your unsightly faces with those, trust me when I say I'm doing you both a favor."

"Wuwu… thank you, brother Yun is so kind to care about us!!" Disciple A cries out in a drunken stupor, voice hoarse yet full of absolute gratitude.

Chen Yihai watches this scene with an indescribable feeling arising within his chest: "...."

It's at this moment that Yun Shenwu turns and smiles at Chen Yihai, as if nothing out of the norm had just occurred. He says: "My apologies, senior brother. Please ignore these two degenerates."

As Yun Shenwu finishes speaking and Chen Yihai is just beginning to respond, a loud clattering and some shouting arise from behind the pair. The charming protagonist watches in slight shock as his handsome companion is unexpectedly pushed forward, knocking over a few of the glasses on the JuLong sect's table.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" A worried Yun Shenwu helps Chen Yihai find his balance.

"Yes, I believe I'm uninjured, but…" An irritated Chen Yihai glares distastefully at his hands, which were now dripping with alcohol.

He turns around, coming face to face with a haggard-looking man who was clearly not on an even keel. Too much to drink, perhaps. The drunk man looks just as angry, and slurs his speech as he says, "Who th' hell y'think you are, bumpin' into me like that, ah! ... " He holds an empty glass, the contents of which seem to be dripping from the front of his drenched clothing.

"It was clearly you who bumped into me," Chen Yihai's irritation has seeped into his speech as well.

The drunkard stares at him in indignant disbelief for a moment before throwing his glass down, letting it shatter against the tavern floor, and promptly shoving Chen Yihai, again forcing him back into the arms of the young protagonist.

He is forced to maintain his outward aggression, however, in his mind: 'Aaaaahhh!! Such a dependable protagonist, I love how he supports my back and holds me like this!! If only I could allow myself to enjoy it, wuwu…'

Chen Yihai (regretfully) shrugs himself out of Yun Shenwu's grasp, making to return the drunkard's sentiment, but a courteous blur plants itself firmly between the two aggressors.

"Please don't fight. The tavern hopes you'll make up and drink together as friends, please take this service we offer to you loyal customers." One of the waitresses from before presents a serving platter with two glasses, each containing a seemingly amber-colored liquid. The waitress takes a bow and leaves, presumably to handle other customers, after the pair had each taken a drink from the platter. Chen Yihai begins to smile slightly as he invites the drunk over to take a seat.

"Please, like the waitress said, let's enjoy our free drinks. It's not often the tavern allows us to have such fine alcohol at no cost." The handsome man cajoles.

"Well if y'say it like that, it's hard t' say no…" The other man takes a seat next to Chen Yihai, setting his drink down on the table as he adjusts himself, getting comfortable.

'AN OPENING!!!' Chen Yihai thinks to himself.

Yun Shenwu smiles, thinking: 'Oh, how nice of a man he is, forgiving and becoming friends with someone who pushed him like that only moments ago...' But this is not true.

Chen Yihai, still maintaining a slight smile on his face, abruptly reaches over and slides the other man's drink, as well as his own, across the table. The epitome of grace, Chen Yihai then reaches around behind the other man and wipes his hands on the back of his robes.

"Hey, what are y'doing to my robes! And my drink, I can't drink it from over he—" The man's speech is cut short as Chen Yihai's open palm slams into his jaw from below, knocking him backward off his stool. A solid thud resounds as the man's back hits the floor, and Chen Yihai sits prim and proper on his own seat.

With one leg crossed over the other, the ever-handsome Chen Yihai reaches over, collecting both drinks for himself. "You didn't deserve the service, now did you?"

Yun Shenwu's face fills with black lines as his companion elegantly takes a sip of each of the two drinks, proclaiming, "Ahh, wow, this was so worth knocking him unconscious for!! Now I know why the Ju-Long sect comes here~!"

The said disciples of the Ju-Long sect: "....."

The people in the tavern: "..."

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A crow caws in the distance.

Disciples A and B, although they could not see anything, could tell that this senior brother was really shameless!!

Yun Shenwu coughs, once again regaining his delightful smile. "Ahem. Well, senior brother, it looks like you didn't need my help…?" The corner of his lips twitch. "And, how exactly did you know we were from the Ju-Long sect? We are not even in our uniforms…"

With those words, Chen Yihai freezes mid-sip. Did he just accidentally reveal information he wasn't supposed to reveal?

...F*ck! Retreat, retreat, must raise the white flag and RETREAT!!

Chen Yihai returns the smile, and calmly places the two cups down. He answers slowly, "Well, you see, it's like this…"

Yun Shenwu: "...Yes? I am listening."

Chen Yihai continues on, "I was just… watching you from afar, see, because you are so good-looking, and…"

Yun Shenwu's smile never leaves his face, and he nods: "En. And?"

Chen Yihai's brain cells are slowly decreasing with every passing moment as he desperately wracks his brain for a good excuse: "....And, and… LOOK, AN AIRPLANE!!"

He quickly points to the ceiling, before rushing out of the tavern while everyone was distracted. This is the only plan his pea-sized brain could come up with at the moment, okay!

Yun Shenwu: "...."

The disciples of Ju-Long sect: "..."

Disciple B: ".....Aiya, what is an 'airplane?' Is that some fancy cultivation technique?"