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As he finished speaking, Jinyu smiled and brought a cup to pour herself a drink as well.

However, just as she was about to sit down to join Yino for milk, a shout came from not far away—

"Hey! Where's the server! Can't you see my cup's been empty for ages?"

"Ah! Right away, right away!"

Jinyu had just sat down when, hearing the command, she hurriedly ran over to pour drinks for the customer.

While she was busy, several new righteous cultivators entered the tavern.

Compared to Yino, these cultivators from the Western Region were much more barbaric. They weren't like the civilized and refined cultivators from the central regions or the Immortal Alliance. Many Western Region cultivators had crawled out of piles of corpses on the frontlines, so their temperaments naturally differed greatly from those elegant scholars from the central plains.

Moreover, this was a tavern, and those with poor drinking manners would order people around even more freely when drunk.

Yino had originally planned to sit and wait for a while.

But after watching for some time, he realized that most of the time, these drunken cultivators treated Jinyu like a servant rather than giving her the respect an Immortal Alliance receptionist deserved.

"Is there only one receptionist?"

Seeing that Jinyu, who had just become free, was about to be called away again, Yino directly reached out and grabbed the girl's arm.

"Well... yes, only me..."

"Usually the tavern doesn't have this many customers, but recently the abyss in the Western Region has been especially fierce, so righteous cultivators from everywhere have gathered in Western Province City..."

Even with her arm being held, Jinyu still explained somewhat busily.

She seemed about to go serve those drunkards, but Yino's cold eyes already showed signs of impatience.

"Are you deaf? This is a tavern. When the wine is empty, you don't refill it, but instead this woman keeps serving that milk-drinking little brat. What for?"

The one reeking of alcohol was a middle-aged cultivator wearing Jianlan Sect robes.

Yino looked toward the voice, coincidentally meeting the man's gaze in the crowd.

In this immortal cultivation world called Fallen Immortal, age couldn't measure a person's strength. Moreover, this was the dog-eat-dog Western Province City.

"Um... Young Lord, please don't be angry..."

Jinyu became a bit flustered.

She wanted to go appease that customer, but Yino still held her arm, refusing to let her leave.

"You sit. I'll pour the wine for him."

Yino clicked his tongue silently, his cold eyes narrowing into a sharp gaze.

Meeting Jinyu's somewhat bewildered look, Yino walked forward calmly and placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

"What? Did drinking milk make you arrogant?"

The middle-aged man found it amusing. Having spent so many years in the Western Region, it was the first time he'd had his shoulder grabbed by such a young boy.

As his provocative voice rang out, the other several Jianlan Sect cultivators around him all sat up.

Yino smiled faintly, his left arm suddenly covered with blood-colored scales, and with one claw he directly crushed the man's shoulder bone—

"AAAHHH!!!"

The man screamed in pain, kneeling on the ground. He hadn't expected that someone who looked so harmless would strike so viciously, without even the slightest warning before attacking.

They were still at the intimidation stage, but Yino's claw strike showed he truly intended to cripple the man.

"You little brat seeking death?"

Seeing the situation turn bad, the other cultivators jumped up from their seats, drawing their swords and attacking Yino.

Yino retreated two steps, avoiding their sword, then casually grabbed one person by the neck and smashed him into another.

BOOM!!!

Both men crashed through the wall and were thrown out of the tavern.

Instantly, the atmosphere in the entire Immortal Alliance tavern quieted down. Many cultivators put down their wine cups and looked up at the mysterious young man in the black robe, secretly speculating about his identity.

After all...

This was the Immortal Alliance tavern, and ordinary righteous cultivators wouldn't dare fight in Immortal Alliance territory.

"Get out."

Enjoying everyone's fearful gazes, Yino wasn't worried at all. Instead, he felt rather pleased, his lips curling into a smile.

He cursed coldly while kicking the back of the cultivator whose shoulder bone had just been crushed.

Actually, these three Jianlan Sect cultivators were all at the Core Formation stage, but because of their drunkenness, they weren't fully alert. They hadn't expected Yino to take action without hesitation on Immortal Alliance territory, which was why they were defeated.

Now, after sobering up a bit, although they felt they still had fighting strength left, considering the young man's mysterious identity and courage, they decided it was better not to provoke him further, and hastily scrambled out of the tavern.

"Kid, you just wait!"

Even as he staggered out of the tavern, the cultivator with the crushed shoulder bone didn't forget to leave a threatening remark.

Yino stood there, his eyes showing a somewhat sarcastic cold smile.

He had come to Western Province City today without wearing his Wuji Sect robes, wrapped in a black robe like a rice dumpling. Even if they came for revenge the next day after sobering up, how would they find him?

"This is the Immortal Alliance's outpost in Western Province City. The tavern is just a place for righteous cultivators to rest."

"If you really want to get drunk, I suggest moving to the Phoenix Pavilion next door."

After sending away the three Jianlan Sect weaklings, Yino stood at the counter and called out, gradually releasing the pressure of cultivation he had been secretly training for three months.

He didn't feel troubled at all.

In his previous life playing the game, he had already been annoyed by these NPCs due to various plot restrictions.

Now, having been reborn into the fallen immortal world, Yino not only wielded the power of the Grand Tutor's Mansion but also possessed strength far beyond the main character at this stage of the plot. With such favorable conditions, who wouldn't want to act like the boss and enjoy themselves?

Anyway, Yino wouldn't tolerate these cultivators in the tavern. In his eyes, cultivators who stayed up late to drink and make drunken scenes basically belonged to the category of NPC passers-by in the game. Even if Yino randomly killed a few, nobody would care. After all, this was Western Province City, not as strictly regulated as the central regions.