Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 25 Drunken Immortal Restaurant
Yun Changkong took a step forward, passing right in front of the fat man on horseback. The man hurriedly reined in his horse, cracked the whip, and cursed, "Are you blind?" As he turned his head, he saw that Changkong had already walked up to the carriage, staring at the small flag on the cart. He shouted again, "Boy, what are you looking at?"

Chang Kong said, "Is it any of your business?"

The fat man flicked his whip and said, "Kid, open your eyes wide and take a good look. This is the flag of the Sky Eagle Sect, priceless. You think you can just look at it like that? Don't you want these eyes anymore?"

It turns out that in the martial arts world, attaching flags to goods is a way of announcing the ownership of the goods. Therefore, whether it is a security escort agency, a martial arts gang, or the imperial court, flags are taken very seriously.

The flag is the storefront.

Chang Kong's anger grew, thinking, "You can't even look at one of my flags, yet you've stolen mine!" He laughed and said, "If you have to be careful just to look at it, what if I pull it out?"

The fat man snorted and said, "I didn't expect you to be so strong. Well then, try pulling it out!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Chang Kong snatched the flag in his hand and said indifferently, "So what?"

The fat man chuckled sinisterly a few times and said, "Excellent. I never thought there would be anyone in Jiaxing City who would dare to challenge the Sky Eagle Sect."

Chang Kong laughed and said, "You're really good at bragging, kid. If you didn't know better, you'd think you were Yin Tianzheng!"

"Damn it!" the fat man shouted, cracking his whip and lashing it down on Chang Kong's head.

With a flick of his sleeve, Chang Kong caught the horsewhip, and with a flick of his wrist, the man let out a shout and was lifted into the air onto the roof.

Everyone was shocked.

The Sky Eagle Cult was a powerful force in Jiangnan. They could travel freely with just their flag on a cart, especially in Jiaxing, where their influence was even greater. These carts, though containing only daily necessities and not important supplies, were enough to provoke an attack in the middle of the city, and the sheer strength of the attackers—throwing a burly man onto a rooftop—was remarkable.

Whether it was the people on the street or the Sky Eagle Cult members in the other cars, everyone was astonished and turned pale.

Having mastered martial arts, Yun Changkong's arrogant and unrestrained nature had gradually faded away. He no longer bothered to argue with petty thugs. Waving his flag, he laughed loudly and said, "If you want the flag, go find the brothers Yin Wufu and Yin Wulu. Tell them that five years ago, my father was borrowed by them, and I was very grateful. Today, I have specially prepared some wine and water at Zuixianlou to repay their great kindness!"

Upon hearing this, the Skyhawk followers immediately understood.

In the world of martial arts, many words sound polite but have completely opposite meanings. For example, saying "Please enlighten me" will inevitably lead to a fight.

For example, if I ask you to lend me a pair of eyes, it sounds like I'm lending them, but can it really be considered lending?

Therefore, as soon as Chang Kong said this, the members of the Sky Eagle Cult knew that the enemies of the Yin Wufu brothers had arrived, and someone immediately went to report it.

Chang Kong followed Xiao Tian to a pavilion. Xiao Tian pointed and said, "Look!"

The signboard with the three large, gilded characters "Zui Xian Lou" (醉仙楼) in bold, flowing calligraphy was bustling with people.

This pavilion is built over the lake. It is three stories high with upturned eaves. The lake water is clear and sparkling. The green water chestnut leaves float on the water like stars and the moon. The scenery is indeed excellent and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Wang Xiaotian laughed and said, "Li Bai always gets drunk wherever he goes. There are all sorts of places like Taibai Tower, Zhexian Residence, and Zuixian Tower in Chang'an, Luoyang, Jinling, and Jiaxing. I don't know if they're real or not, but people flock to them. If a person lives like Li Bai, then it's worth it."

"That's right!" Chang Kong laughed, "But you saw Li Bai's carefree spirit, yet you know nothing of the calamity he faced a thousand years later!"

"A calamity? What?"

Gazing at the lake, Chang Kong murmured, "Others complain that he's too much of a playboy, too much of a drinker, too much of a party animal, and too damn good at writing poetry."

Wang Xiaotian scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "What kind of saying is this?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "You have to memorize his poems!"

Xiaotian asked in bewilderment, "Is this even worth scolding? Why not just not take the blame?"

Chang Kong had already entered the building.

As night fell and dinnertime approached, "Zui Xian Lou" was brightly lit, packed with seats, and filled with the shouts and calls of the waiters.

The third floor was full of private rooms, and suddenly, with a whoosh, a white light, as fast as the wind and lightning, struck a pillar in the hall with a loud crash!

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw a white flag embroidered with a large black eagle, its wings spread wide, its form fierce and lifelike. The flag fluttered in the wind, as if the eagle was about to swoop down from it. Everyone recognized it as the flag of the Sky Eagle Sect. Just as they were wondering what was going on, two young men appeared at the top of the stairs.

The hall of the building is spacious, with two rows of large pillars dividing it into three parts. There are movable screens on the left and right sides to form two side rooms, which is obviously convenient for the female members of the family.

The shop assistant stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and greeted him with a smile, "Young master..."

Yun Changkong clasped his hands and said loudly, "Greetings, everyone. Today, I will be paying for everything. I'm treating my friends from the Sky Eagle Sect to a big meal."

"Hey buddy, clear out a tabletop in the middle!"

With a flick of his wrist, a gleaming gold ingot landed on the table with a clang.

The waiter was at a loss as to how to clear a table in the middle when the restaurant was full, but as soon as Chang Kong finished speaking, someone immediately got up and went downstairs.

The Eagle Cult—just hearing that name is terrifying enough.

People go out to eat and drink to have fun, not to make themselves look bad.

The clearing operation has been ongoing, and those being cleared out, no matter how dissatisfied they are, only dare to complain in their hearts; very few people have the courage to express it out loud!

If you dare to do that, it only means the people clearing the area aren't tough enough, not that you're bold!
The Heavenly Eagle Sect is like heaven here; even the imperial court gives way to them. A few years ago, when Zhou Ziwang started a rebellion in Jiangxi, Yin Tianzheng came here to support him. So, whether you can afford to offend the Heavenly Eagle Sect is up to you.

So soon, the upstairs became deserted, with only one guest remaining.

It was the same black-robed monk I'd seen before, leisurely sipping fragrant tea while admiring the lake view from the window.

Chang Kong and Wang Xiaotian already knew the identity of the black-clad monk, but Chang Kong didn't take it seriously at all.

His words were simply a way of telling everyone that he and the Sky Eagle Cult were going to cause trouble. If they were scared, they should leave as soon as possible; if they weren't scared, they could stay.

Wang Xiaotian rubbed his hands together and said, "Waiter, bring me steamed pork with rice flour, boiled fish, braised duck with soy sauce, stir-fried pig's trotters... Hmm, the wine must be the best Daughter's Red, bring me a whole jar first!"

He and Chang Kong sat down at a window seat.

A waiter hurriedly tidied up the table as instructed, while another waiter brought over a jar of fine wine and placed it on Changkong and Xiaotian's table.

Wang Xiaotian broke the mud seal, smelled the aroma of the wine, and said, "This is a famous Shaoxing wine."

Chang Kong laughed and said, "Can you smell the year?"

Xiaotian said, "Judging from the smell, it's at least thirty or forty years old. But I'm a little hesitant to say exactly how much."

Chang Kong gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

"Haha, my master said I'm just a good-for-nothing. He regrets taking me in!"

As Xiaotian spoke, he poured a bowl for Changkong and himself.
In a short time, all the dishes were prepared and placed on the table, truly embodying the refined elegance of the Jiangnan water towns.

Wang Xiaotian didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite of each dish first, indicating that it was no problem.

Chang Kong and Xiao Tian ate and drank like this throughout their journey.

Because they all knew that no matter how high one's martial arts skills were, if one was poisoned, one's life and death were beyond one's control. Chang Kong thanked him for this, and Wang Xiaotian humbly declined, but in his heart he was very pleased.

If he hadn't performed so diligently, how could he have gotten Changkong to ask to see his master?
As the two ate and drank, Wang Xiaotian couldn't help but recount the scene from years ago when "Qiu Chuji, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, fought the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan here." His vivid description, full of dramatic twists and turns, was so captivating that it seemed as if he had witnessed it firsthand—truly a fascinating and extraordinary tale.

Chang Kong smiled without speaking, vaguely understanding why he had only learned one move of the Dragon Subduing Palm. He was simply too "gossipy," and his mind was clearly being misdirected.

Even the black-robed monk, who was just enjoying his tea, couldn't help but look over with his teacup in hand.

Unexpectedly, Chang Kong turned his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light that pierced the face of the black-robed monk.

(End of this chapter)