Chapter 127: Drunken Teacher

This drunken alcoholic woman was actually the homeroom teacher for the elite class? Mu Yanxi looked at this drunken beauty in disbelief.

Although there were indeed cultivators who loved wine, even addicted to it like their life depended on it, ordinary wine wouldn’t make a cultivator drunk—unless it was immortal wine.

However, Mu Yanxi didn’t dare to look down on this Teacher Zhao Shuanghua at all.

Her breath, laced with the scent of wine, was at the Core Formation stage, and her aura was far stronger than a normal Core Formation cultivator—much, much stronger, even stronger than in her previous life.

If she had to compare, it was a bit like the feeling when seeing the Supreme Grand Elder of the Magnificent Truth Sect—unfathomably deep.

For a Core Formation female cultivator to have such a terrifying aura was simply horrifying. And even the Immortal Brain displayed that analysis was impossible, extreme danger.

“You should all know that today is the selection for the elite class. The conditions are simple: if you can defeat someone originally slated for the elite class, you can take their spot.”

Zhao Shuanghua spoke halfway, then beckoned with her hand. The massive wine gourd she had been lying on quickly shrank and came to her hand.

Then she tilted her head back, raised the gourd, and poured it downward—a thin silver line of wine fell into her mouth.

The wine fragrance spread everywhere. Just smelling a bit of it made Mu Yanxi feel like she was about to get drunk, floating as if ascending to immortality. This feeling was unprecedented, as if she had already entered the next realm.

She quickly circulated the Virgin Fairy Bathing Method, visualizing the appearance of several bathing fairies, with spiritual water flowing over her, quickly sobering her up.

But the earlier feeling wasn’t an illusion—Mu Yanxi felt her comprehension of the technique had risen to a higher level, and the pervading wine fragrance was also causing her mana to continuously grow.

Most of the girls around started swaying, and some with weaker foundations directly fell to the ground.

Some demon cultivators even reverted to their original forms, displaying all sorts of embarrassing states. Only a few female disciples quickly recovered to normal.

Immortal wine! This was definitely an immortal brew! Just the evaporating wine fragrance had such miraculous effects.

If these Qi Refining female disciples drank a sip, they would probably be dead drunk for three days and nights.

Mu Yanxi turned to look at Shangguan Yun. As expected, she was completely unaffected, eyes closed as she quietly enjoyed the wine scent.

Sensing Mu Yanxi looking at her, she turned her head and gave an approving smile, as if praising her for withstanding the temptation of the immortal wine.

After satisfying her wine craving, Zhao Shuanghua put away the gourd, thrust her sheathed sword into the ground, and an invisible fluctuation spread outward, instantly shocking those intoxicated disciples awake.

“Those disciples who couldn’t resist my immortal wine just now, I advise you not to try going up. You’re either lacking in foundation or weak in will—going on stage would just be humiliating yourselves,” Zhao Shuanghua said bluntly.

The female disciples who had just awakened from their drunken state flushed red one by one, and some showed unconvinced expressions, clearly thinking that not being able to sober up from the wine fragrance didn’t mean they couldn’t enter the elite class.

At this moment, Zhao Shuanghua was still leaning half her body on the sword, her clothes disheveled exposing large expanses of snow-white skin, her plump and alluring figure full but not greasy, her swaying drunken posture adding a touch of seduction, making people involuntarily want to approach.

The female cultivators of Lingyue Palace truly maximized their charm no matter their figure or state—even such an improper teacher was a drunken beauty.

“The rules are simple: whether challenger or challenged, each has only three chances. After three matches, whatever position you’re in is final. No repeated challenges against the same opponent. That’s the rule—begin, hic~”

After speaking, Zhao Shuanghua even let out a wine belch. Of course, a beautiful teacher’s belch was fragrant, and the key was that the ingredients of this immortal wine were truly extraordinarily precious—even the belched wine hiccup contained rich spiritual energy.

The disciples looked at each other. Although Zhao Shuanghua had explained the rules and said they could start, she hadn’t said how to start or how to challenge, so the disciples didn’t know how to begin.

“Oh, right, I forgot. This is the drafted list for the elite class. You can challenge according to the names on the list. No matter what methods you use, as long as you win, you can get on the list. Then, as long as no one kicks you off, you can enter the elite class.”

Zhao Shuanghua waved her hand, and a layer of wine mist formed a thin water curtain in mid-air. On the water curtain emerged names formed in wild cursive script.

Mu Yanxi stared for a while before recognizing her name at the bottom of the list. If she hadn’t known in advance, she might have thought she wasn’t on it.

In comparison, Shangguan Yun’s name was written at the very top of the list. Though also in cursive, it was recognizable at a glance.

The scene remained silent for a moment as everyone pondered how to win. Without a doubt, the disciples rated for the elite class spots all had a certain level—it would be hard to defeat them head-on.

But it wasn’t without opportunity. If an elite class disciple was first worn down by two waves of others, with mana exhausted or magical artifacts damaged in the third wave, the chance of victory would be high.

After all, everyone had been admitted to Lingyue High Sect with similar scores, and there wasn’t a qualitative gap in strength.

The issue was, even if one fought with all their might to get on the list, they would definitely face challenges from others afterward.

Since getting on the list would consume a lot, it would be easier for others to win.

So the rules limited each person to three matches. If knocked down, one could rest and recover a bit of mana before challenging again—a relatively fair rule.

But next came the key part of wits and courage: how to win one’s third match and end up staying on the list was the ultimate goal of this challenge competition, requiring careful tactical thinking.

Soon, many people realized: if they went up for the first wave of attrition, as long as the consumption wasn’t too great and didn’t hurt their fundamentals, they could step down to rest, consuming one of their challenge opportunities—and at the same time, one of their challenged opportunities.

Thus, several female disciples stepped forward at the same time, pointing at the last few names on the list and saying, “I want to challenge her!”

Among them were a few partners of the top ten disciples, but Mu Yanxi wasn’t among the named challengers. It seemed the title of Shangguan Yun’s partner did have some deterrent power.

“Allowed. Those named for challenge, step forward!” Zhao Shuanghua smiled.

After the challengers and challenged came out, Zhao Shuanghua raised her sheathed long sword and slashed, forming several cubic arenas isolated by blue spiritual energy, enclosing the challenging disciples in pairs.

She didn’t say anything like “begin.” The dueling disciples looked around and soon started fighting on their own.

In an instant, spiritual lights flashed within the cubic water barriers, with explosion sounds and shouts occasionally ringing out.

Some girls raised command flags, waving them to unleash seas of fire. One female disciple raised her hand to release four or five puppets, directing them to attack the enemy.

Another body cultivator directly swallowed a pill, grew beast fur all over, transforming into a half-lion half-human monster charging at her opponent.