Warriors were successively felled by the huoshao dao and the aroma of fermented mare's milk wine, their flushed faces illuminated by the firelight, as radiant as the sunset clouds.
Ren Yuanhao, for his part, was solely focused on the rich aroma of the roasted lamb and the fragrant mare's milk wine, feeling as if he hadn't eaten with such gusto in a long time.
Finally, local women, carrying bottles of huoshao dao, began dancing with vibrant, unrestrained movements. They bent low, balancing the huoshao dao on their heads, their snow-white arms entwined around Ren Yuanhao's shoulders, seemingly beckoning the handsome man to join their drinking revelry.
"Brother Bao, don't go. Look at those drunken men, none of them can drink more than half a pot," Mu Yunyan said, pressing Ren Yuanhao's hand. "This huoshao dao is the strongest wine in the Western Wastes, known as the soul of warriors."
Ren Yuanhao laughed heartily, "Hahahaha! Since it's called the soul of warriors, then I must try this supreme strong wine!"
With a mighty slam of his right hand on the long table, he swept his arm, and the man leaped up. He grabbed a bottle of huoshao dao and, tilting his head back, continuously poured the clear, yet burning, wine down his throat.
The moment the huoshao dao entered his throat, it truly felt like drinking fire, fiercely burning his throat. He forcefully circulated his qi, using his water-attribute qi to neutralize the domineering alcoholic essence, and a feeling of immense exhilaration surged through him. Moreover, his posture while drinking resembled a taut bow, captivating the hearts of the exotic girls who couldn't tear their eyes away.
Just then, the drumbeats began to rise, and the warriors struck their war blades against each other, as if cheering for this man from afar.
Here, as long as your drinking capacity surpassed theirs, they would show profound respect. Their gazes held an extreme, pure admiration, a worship of strength, devoid of any trace of jealousy. Their straightforward, uninhibited nature ignited Ren Yuanhao's heroic spirit!
"Good wine!"
Ren Yuanhao finished a full pot of huoshao dao, and inadvertently, his醉心望月步 (drunken heart gazes at moon steps) emerged. His movements were ethereal like smoke, free and unrestrained. The exotic girls and warriors, seeing this, mistook Ren Yuanhao for dancing. They stepped forward, swaying their hips, beating drums, and singing.
Ren Yuanhao laughed wildly to the sky. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the mountain-like pile of huoshao dao wine racks. In the posture of a sleeping Arhat, he picked up another pot and began pouring it into his mouth!
One pot, two pots, three pots, four pots~
Not only did Ren Yuanhao show no signs of intoxication, but he felt increasingly clear-headed, his qi flowing freely like surging tides.
The young warriors, having never seen a man with such an astonishing drinking capacity, were already lost in excitement. The drumming grew louder, the wild singing more resonant. The girls swayed their hips, constantly gathering around Ren Yuanhao, singing and dancing, wishing they could display their perfect figures before him.
But just as their spirits soared, perhaps due to the overwhelming noise, some noble warriors emerged from other areas.
Upon seeing Ren Yuanhao furiously drinking huoshao dao and appearing so pleased with himself, they shoved aside the exotic girls and aggressively mingled with the common warriors, intending to seize their war drums and great blades.
Normally, the common warriors might have yielded to these arrogant nobles. But today was different. Fueled by alcohol, they were bold and uninhibited. Some noble warriors not only failed to snatch the drumsticks but were instead pushed aside by the common warriors!
"Presumptuous! You low-class trash!"
A warrior dressed in fine clothes suddenly attacked, immediately drawing the long blade at his waist and chopping heavily onto the war drums held by the self-important, wild common warriors, thereby destroying the rhythm of the drums.
In such an unrestrained banquet, destroying a war drum signified a challenge and an act of aggression. The common warriors also drew their war blades to respond.
At this moment, Ren Yuanhao was completely surrounded and couldn't see the fierce fighting unfolding at the periphery until a severed arm was thrown into the crowd.
The smell of blood mixed with alcohol should have further fueled the revelry, but Ren Yuanhao spun around and immediately saw the warriors who had been echoing him, beating drums, and singing, being brutally abused by the later arriving noble warriors. He slammed his hand on the wine rack and, like a light swallow, darted to the front of the warriors!
"Stop!"
Ren Yuanhao was still holding his wine pot. Due to his drinking prowess, he had already gained immense prestige among these hearty common warriors. The warriors promptly sheathed their blades, looking to him for leadership.
"Hey, you kid, you look soft and tender, no different from a young lady. Your drinking capacity is surprisingly good. I wonder, aside from drinking, how are your fighting skills!"
The noble warrior speaking wore fifteen beast fangs around his neck and a golden belt. He was broad-waisted and stout, his hair styled into lustrous, black braids that coiled like sleeping dragons. A gold-inlaid scabbard hung at his waist, his war blade curved, its hilt inlaid with turquoise and agate, exuding an air of nouveau riche ostentation.
Ren Yuanhao did not reply. Instead, he looked at the common warriors beside him who had suffered severe injuries and severed limbs. He completely ignored the man and walked directly towards the injured warriors, not only acupuncturing their wounds to stop bleeding but also using his qi to alleviate their injuries, further winning the favor of the common warriors and the exotic girls.
"Trash, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"
Ren Yuanhao continued to ignore him. The noble warriors were finally completely enraged. Their war blades were drawn one after another, and the common warriors also refused to yield, drawing their blades.
However, how could the commoners' war blades withstand the nobles' blades? The two sides did not fight for long before the commoners' blades snapped in response.
The noble warriors, meanwhile, showed no regard for the lives of these commoners. After their victory, they had no intention of sheathing their blades. They directly tossed the defeated to the ground, then used small knives to pierce directly into the warriors' mouths, pulling out their large teeth from the gums.
This act was the greatest humiliation for a warrior. Naturally, the commoners sought to resist, but facing the immense advantage in weaponry, these commoners were merely fish waiting to be slaughtered. The smell of blood mixed with alcohol spread wildly.
Sha Yunba and Mu Yunyan watched with pale faces. They pulled Ren Yuanhao, knowing that the situation had spiraled slightly out of control.
Ren Yuanhao himself had no intention of dealing with these overbearing brutes. However, upon seeing the sincere eyes of those men and the exotic girls, he finally couldn't help himself. He spun around and kicked one of the noble warriors, who was pressing down on a commoner, sending him flying. He also snatched the short knife that was about to be used to extract teeth and humiliate them.
"Hah, trash, go ahead and stab here if you dare!"
The noble warrior, pinned to the ground, struggled for a moment. Realizing the opponent's strength was greater than he imagined, he did not get angry but instead became delighted. He pointed to his mouth, his eyes flashing with a provocative light.