If the Yemo can’t resist this temptation and agrees, then for the sake of long-term prospects, Ye Meng won’t survive. ——That would be heartless and ungrateful!

Yan Beihan held the wine glass without a tremor, slowly raised it, and clinked it with Fang Che’s.

She is a woman who knows when to hold on and when to let go. If she finds that the person in front of her is truly tempted, she would withdraw without a shred of hesitation.

Quickly agree, you heartless and fickle man!

"The benefits are really not few."

Fang Che smiled, leisurely raised his glass, gave a nod, and drank it all at once.

The wine flowed down his throat like nectar, making its way in.

Instantly, there was an indescribable comfort. His whole body entered a perfectly fitting atmosphere.

Indeed, just as Yan Beihan said, at this moment, he had the most direct understanding of the word ’gap’.

A lifetime’s wealth is not as good as a casually offered glass of wine!

It truly is so.

After drinking this glass of wine, the spiritual power started to surge rapidly, beginning to increase, filling his dantian swiftly, and that feeling made Fang Che couldn’t help but sigh softly.

"No wonder Mr. Yan’s cultivation has advanced so quickly," Fang Che said sincerely.

"Fast?"

Yan Beihan lightly smiled: "If I told you, if it weren’t for the need to consolidate and refine each stage of combat power, just advancing the cultivation alone, reaching Saint Level or even beyond would not be difficult for me now."

Fang Che’s heart was stirred, and he asked: "May I ask what is Mr. Yan’s current cultivation progress?"

"Third grade Monarch Level."

Yan Beihan said calmly: "The progress is still a bit slow. But the foundation, after all, is necessary to establish."

Fang Che let out a breath.

In the Yin Yang Realm, Yan Beihan mentioned countless times that if I had the cultivation of Second Rank Monarch outside, cutting down these stinky snakes would have been as easy as turning a hand. Now, I am being chased by snakes...

Which means, before entering, she was at Second Rank Monarch.

Now, it’s Third Grade.

Yan Beihan, in the Yin Yang Realm, ultimately advanced her cultivation to Third Grade Venerable; while I was at Second grade Venerable.

After coming out, Yan Beihan has indeed advanced her cultivation.

From Second Rank Monarch to Third Grade, advancing one grade.

I advanced from Sixth grade King level to Eighth grade, advancing two grades.

But don’t forget that there is still a whole Emperor Level gap between me and Yan Beihan. So overall, it should be about the same.

"What do you think of my proposal?"

Yan Beihan smiled lightly and asked.

Regarding Yan Beihan’s proposal, Fang Che wasn’t moved in the slightest. He didn’t even consider it as a temptation, simply speaking from his own identity, he absolutely couldn’t go to the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters.

The headquarters is good, but if I go now, I can only do odd jobs, unable to handle anything.

Far less than staying below and working freely. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Mr. Yan’s kindness, I accept it in my heart."

Fang Che sighed and said: "There are benefits down below, and troubles high up. I can handle the storms below, but I can’t block the wind knives above. The various families that want me dead, at the headquarters... there are quite a few. I won’t go to add to Mr. Yan’s troubles."

"Really not going?"

"Even if beaten to death, I won’t go!"

"Such a beauty."

"Can’t afford to serve."

"Future prospects?"

"Only in my hands. Depending on a woman’s coattails, what kind of skill is that."

Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes focused.

She could see that Fang Che’s refusal was sincere, that super temptation that nine out of ten men in the world couldn’t resist, this guy in front of her didn’t even have a slightest bit of temptation.

It was as if rejecting garbage, he refused it offhand. He didn’t even consider the possibility of leaving an option for the future.

What a nemesis.

Could you not show any greed, so I could disgustedly forget those ten years in the Yin Yang Realm?

Cursing in her heart.

Yet her lips couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile, suddenly feeling in high spirits.

Quickly lowering her head, she said lightly: "Then suit yourself. Come, it’s rare for old friends to gather, since you won’t go to the headquarters, just taste the headquarters’ dishes first."

Fang Che picked up his chopsticks, smiled and said: "There are just too many, can’t possibly finish it all, Mr. Yan is truly generous."

Yan Beihan said lightly: "These dishes consider themselves pretty good you know. Anyway, it’s just for us to eat ourselves, not dirty. If there are leftovers, Yemo might as well take them away, give them to the women you secretly keep."

She smiled lightly and said: "Although it’s leftovers, still, it’s leftovers others can’t get to eat. Besides, not every woman can eat Yan Beihan’s leftovers."

Fang Che only felt this conversation to be strangely sarcastic and ironic.

A feeling of indescribable awkwardness.

He could only give a dry laugh: "Where’s any woman, if I can’t finish, I’ll take it back and finish it myself. Such good materials, giving them to others would be such a waste. This stuff can increase cultivation, enhance divine sense, it’s a treasure."

Yan Beihan glanced sideways and said: "Is that so? Hehe, then it’s up to you. Whether you take it back to feed the dog, or to the woman you secretly keep, or eat it yourself, I’m not the least bit interested."

Fang Che awkwardly chuckled, only to lift his glass to drink.

No choice, Yemo’s identity really can’t afford to provoke Yan Beihan; can only let her wastefully trample on.

If it were Fang Che’s identity, girl, dare to talk this way and I’d flip it on you, spanking right on the spot!

Keep spanking until you dare not speak sarcastically!

Alas, Yemo is still not tough enough. Not hard-hearted!

Two bottles of wine, Yan Beihan drank half a bottle, the remaining one and a half were all drunk by Fang Che.

Fang Che also thoroughly thickened his skin, eat as much as you can, drink as much as you can.