Monarch Night

Seeing Feng Yun about to actually call out.

Yan Beihan immediately raised his hand in surrender: "Hey... don't take it seriously, it's been an hour, are we still eating or not?"

There was another wave of laughter.

Feng Yun laughed heartily and said: "Little Han, I have to say, since you've been around, there are noticeably more stammerers in each family. They've all been calling out to you."

"Hahahaha..."

Six hundred people immediately burst into uproarious laughter.

Feng Yun's words were simply a stroke of genius.

Yan Beihan laughed so hard that he trembled like flower branches in the wind and said: "Feng Yun, your mouth, it's too sharp. I'll have to come to your house and talk about it someday."

"Please don't..."

Feng Yun's face changed immediately, hastily pleading for mercy.

If Yan Beihan really complained, no matter how high Feng Yun's status among the younger generation, he would definitely take a beating.

After the commotion, Yan Beihan finally said: "I have no idea why, but my father said we haven't gathered for a long time, so let's meet at our place. And he specifically reminded us to drink more and have fun."

Feng Yun's eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly: "Since that's the case, let's let loose today then."

Others like Feng Xue, Feng Yue, Feng Xing, Chen Yun, Bai Ye, and Emperor Wu all seemed to be pondering.

Chen Yin lowered his gaze, looking at the wine in his cup, his expression unchanged.

Among the six hundred people present, almost around five hundred secretly raised their spirits, getting mentally ready.

This... why does it feel like some kind of test?

Then the younger generation began to drink to their heart's content. Everyone seemed very cheerful, but initially, they were all mindful of their capacity and hesitant to truly let go.

The wine offered by the Yan Family was no ordinary wine.

This was wine specially brewed by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, made from spirit plants, spirit fruits, and spirit ingredients. Even if someone had perfected their cultivation, drinking too much would inevitably get them drunk.

However, because there were so many young people, after more than ten cups each, the effects gradually started to kick in.

So someone began to stir things up.

Some started to dislike each other, some began to form cliques, while others started to instigate...

The instigator was Chen Yin.

Chen Yin knew in his heart that this was a test, but without drinking too much and revealing one's true nature, how could it be a test?

He quickly weighed his options in his mind.

The first person to stand up and cause trouble would surely draw attention. And as long as they performed well afterward, it would be like understanding the intentions of the ancestors, creating chaos for them to observe, which would be rewarded.

There were benefits!

So he took the initiative to stand up and offered a toast to Wu Qing across from him, drinking it down with a dismissive attitude, and then asked: "Hey... Wu Qing, do you dare to drink?"

Wu Qing was furious: "Afraid of you?!"

He picked up his cup and drank it in one gulp, then started to retaliate.

The two began to compete immediately.

Then Chen Yin's little brothers started to make trouble with Wu Qing's little brothers, pouring wine into each other.

Once this lead was taken, others began to follow suit.

But no one noticed that the one who stirred up this mess, Chen Yin, then became low-key, whispering to the person beside him with a focused demeanor, while Wu Qing continued to provoke, shouting loudly, but Chen Yin ignored him.

Yan Beihan's eyes flashed with some meaning, glancing at Chen Yin out of the corner of his eye.

In his heart, he thought: "Truly an old silver coin!"

He no longer paid attention to the chaos in the venue and began whispering with two of his girlfriends.

Some of the other girls were joining the melee, some were cheering, but there were also some who were observing.

Seeing if they fancy anyone, or checking out the marriage partners set by their elders...

When men start drinking and reach a high, most girls keep their distance.

...

Feng Yun and others sat calmly, drinking and chatting leisurely, not getting involved in the chaos.

But just because he wasn't participating, didn't mean others wouldn't find him.

The eldest of the Chen Family, Chen Yun, coughed and stood up with his cup: "Brother Feng, it's been a long time since we drank together."

As soon as he stood up, many people's eyes immediately followed him.

There was something going on!

"Oh?"

Feng Yun turned to look at Chen Yun, curved his mouth into a faint smile, but said nothing.

Feng Yue, to the side, smiled slightly: "Chen Yun, you want to drink with Big Brother?"

Chen Yun laughed heartily: "I just want to get closer with Big Brother."

"To drink with Big Brother, your cup is lifted too high."

Feng Yue said lightly: "Holding it so high, are you asking Big Brother to clink cups with you from below?"

Chen Yun smiled faintly: "Third Brother, to say this, I'm standing to offer a toast. Naturally, when clinking cups, it will lower. How could I not know this etiquette?"

Feng Yue squinted his eyes: "Since you know the etiquette so well, then come, I'll drink with you first."

Immediately, things got chaotic over here.

Everyone saw that Chen Yun wanted to drink with Feng Yun on equal terms, each holding up a cup to clink, aiming for equality.

As long as Feng Yun stood up to clink glasses, Chen Yun's ascent would be halfway done: Big Brother acknowledges my status.

But Feng Yun remained seated, not taking the bait.

Instead, Feng Yue directly countered, not giving that opportunity.

Chen Yun was the leader of a small group, while Feng Yun was the leader of everyone. Chen Yun's intentions were not difficult to guess, and everyone understood clearly.

Chen Yin sat in his seat, silently taking a sip of wine, the black hair in front of his forehead falling and covering his eyes.

Towards his elder brother, he really had nothing to say. Though his schemes weren't particularly clever, they were not lacking, but he cared too much about winning or losing.

In this kind of occasion, even if you don't speak, who can look down on you?

But stepping out and being the first to cause trouble... well, every word and action would be magnified, and you picked the wrong person, actually choosing to display your status by challenging Feng Yun?