Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

A spring sorrow awaits the drowning of wine, the boat sways on the lake, curtains beckon from above the pavilion.

This is the grand scene of Golden Moon City's largest tavern, the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Pavilion.

This pavilion is established atop an artificially-made highland in the middle of Golden Moon Lake, where land was filled in to forcibly create a center for gourmet food and romance above the water.

To ascend to this pavilion, one must take a ferry, and the ferrywomen, all comely and possessing modest martial skills, demand twenty taels just to board the vessel, even before setting foot in the pavilion.

And yet, despite such an exorbitant price, the stream of people coming and going never ceases, and everyone leaving the pavilion bears a look of utter satisfaction.

"Taoist, please board the boat~" A ferrywoman with a slender waist that seemed to sway with the breeze stretched out her lotus-white arm, gracefully gesturing with her bare hand for Yi Chen to step aboard, bending her knee in invitation.

The ferrywoman did not wear silks or satins, but instead donned simple attire, presenting herself with a charming rustic beauty that was quite endearing.

"Will this boat hold up?" Yi Chen asked skeptically, eyeing the small, black-canopied boat the ferrywoman was rowing.

"Rest assured, Taoist, this boat is quite sturdy." the ferrywoman promised, patting her ample chest for emphasis,

However, Yi Chen, having seen much of the world, had long detected this ploy to pad the bill. There were not so many slender branches that bore heavy fruit in the world. But he did not mind and leisurely stepped onto the black-canopied boat.

Plop~

The moment Yi Chen got on the boat, the waterline pressed dangerously close to the rim, causing onlookers on the shore to burst into laughter, while those in the know watched Yi Chen with serious eyes, showing a hint of wariness.

The ferrywoman crumpled her little face as if about to cry.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

How to row, this... the boat fills with water at every stroke...

"Don't you have a bigger boat, or else just charge the fare and I'll fly over myself, how about that?" Yi Chen offered a suggestion, testing the waters.

"That won't do, I'll be fined if so. I'll row slowly." the ferrywoman said with stubborn determination on her face.

"Taoist, you're quite heavy, just row slowly, it might just take an hour for you to get here." A tall and handsome fellow couldn't help but burst into laughter, playfully stuffing a fifty-tael banknote into his ferrywoman's bosom, inciting further laughter from the crowd.

Contrary to all expectations, Yi Chen arrived at the highland in the lake center quite quickly.

As those onshore watched as if they had seen a ghost, Little Miao, unable to bear her father being a laughingstock, plunged into the lake and lifted the black-canopied boat on her back, speeding across to the opposite shore.

She even circled the white-clad gentleman's boat that was mocking Yi Chen three times, splashing him all over and angering him into a frenzy of curses...

"Waiter, bring me a round of your tavern's signature dishes, no vegetarian ones~"

"Also, set another table for my spirit beast with an all-fish banquet." Yi Chen settled down at a window-side seat on the second floor and loudly hailed the waiter.

The Golden Moon Lake spans a vast diameter of about eleven or twelve li, its surface clear and serene. By the time Yi Chen's dishes were served, the white-clad gentleman's boat was still barely halfway gone, prompting Yi Chen, propped by the window, to chuckle.

"Father, shall I dive back in and give it a good scratch, poking a few large holes in that black-canopied boat of theirs?" Little Miao licked her paw, murderous intent in her eyes as she suggested.

Yi Chen:"..."

"Miao Zi, I think you're being a bit extreme~"

After calming Little Miao down, Yi Chen and his wonderful daughter exchanged smiles and began their feast.

Little Miao also rubbed her little paws together, commencing her quest to conquer the all-fish banquet on the table.

Just as Yi Chen was indulging himself, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears.

"First, I lament a talent without discipline."

"Second, I mourn a beauty's frail fate."

"Third, I disdain the herrings' many bones."

"Fourth, I regret the fragrance-less crabapples."

"Fifth, I hate..."

Yi Chen:"..." Damn, that voice sounds so familiar~

"Holy crap, what a small world, is that you, Yi Taoist?" Suddenly, a voice rang out in surprise as a young master clad in brocade and fastened with a jade belt quick-stepped toward Yi Chen.

Who else could it be but Ning Feixue, who had once fought side by side with Yi Chen at the treacherous Medicine Coffin Ferry?

A fragrant breeze wafted over~

The man plopped himself down at Yi Chen's table, accompanied by two fair ladies clad in white.

"Bai Lian, Bai Rong, let me introduce you. This Taoist here is the great brother I often mention to you, Taoist Yi Chengzi."

"Back in the perilous Medicine Coffin Ferry, I fought alongside Taoist Yi Chengzi, wreaking havoc, and we quelled that catastrophe. Looking back now, it truly fills one with sighs~"

"Taoist, I'll cover your meal today. Waiter, add two more fish to the table for the esteemed Miao, over there." Ning Feixue winked at Yi Chen, suggesting generously.

In the time that had passed, this man seemed to have encountered some fortune, for he had achieved breakthrough to the Qi Refinement Realm, his cultivation appearing almost comparable to Lin Zhenbei's in Yi Chen's perception.

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And the most infuriating part was, he now had two more maids by his side.

Yi Chen's fists involuntarily clenched, suddenly feeling the food in his mouth wasn't as delectable anymore.

Damn it all!

"Bai Lian of the Green Lotus Sword Sect pays respect to Yi Taoist."

"Bai Rong of the Green Lotus Sword Sect pays respect to Yi Taoist."

The two women, resembling each other by about seventy to eighty percent, politely stood up and greeted Yi Chen at Ning Feixue's cue.

You never look bad before others without a conflict of interest — It's all mutual back-scratching until you can make a splash in public.

If you don't applaud other's showmanship today,

fear there will be no one to cheer when you manifest your own greatness tomorrow!

Yi Chen naturally understood this rule. He bore no ill will towards Ning Feixue, who despite his boastfulness, was a cultivator with a strong sense of justice and, what's more, was treating him to lunch.

It was essential to give him face at this moment.