“And if you were to lose?” Feiyun poured another full cup and held it in two fingers while staring straight at the young lord.

　　“If I were to lose? What do you want then?” It was as if the young lord had never thought about the possibility of losing.

　　Feiyun moved the cup close to his lips before laughing: “I want to sleep with them. I’m someone with no interests outside of this, can’t sleep with without some beauties with me.”

　　Having said that, he finished it in one gulp. The young lord smiled in response.

　　The girls in the cage cursed Feiyun for taking advantage of the situation. They were the most brilliant disciples of Buddhism; other cultivators all called them fairies. However, he treated them like servants and maids, wanting to sleep with them.

　　One side wanted to eat them, the other wanted to sleep with them. Both treated them like non-humans so they would rather die than suffer either fate.

　　“Oh, and what about a draw?” Feiyun casually brought up.

　　“It’ll be your win in that case.” The young lord was fully confident.

　　“Alright, let’s begin then.” Feiyun acted quite nonchalant but felt quite anxious.

　　The hall was dark and cold with only glimpses of light. The shadows of these heretics looked quite menacing.

　　Ninth Sister has been taken away but the girls in the cages were still mourning. Even the always-arrogant Wu Qinghua has been suppressed by the Death Walker. She couldn’t do naught but watch.

　　Feiyun tried his best to drink calmly, wanting to accommodate himself to this nefarious atmosphere.

　　The young lord pondered for a moment before suggesting: “It’s not easy to come up with a compet.i.tion against a talent like you, Brother Feng. At our level, we can’t resort to barbaric means like fighting and such, that’s too vulgar. How about we go elegant for the first match with questioning.”

　　“Questioning? Go on.” Feiyun gained some interest.

　　“We’ll each ask the other a question, if they can answer it, then it’s a loss. If they can’t, then it’s a win.”

　　“What if both sides can answer?”

　　“Then it’s your win.”

　　“What if neither sides can answer?”

　　“Still your win.”

　　“Then aren’t you at a disadvantage?” Feiyun said.

　　“Like I have said, it is still considered your win in case of a draw?” The young lord smiled.

　　Feiyun said: “Then you can start first.”

　　The girls were very nervous right now since their fate was on the line. Though they thought about dying, who actually wanted to die?

　　Perhaps Feiyun was only scaring them. Falling into his grasp might not result in losing their virginity and they wouldn’t have to die then.

　　But if Feiyun were to lose, then they would be roasted on the fire and become food for these heretics.

　　Thus, they subconsciously wanted Feiyun to win. But could he actually win?

　　The young lord started: “Brother Feng, please guess who I am.”

　　The crowd didn’t expect this question. Isn’t he the heretical young lord? Is there a need to guess? Oh right, that’s just his t.i.tle, not his name. Maybe he had another status outside of being the heretical young lord?

　　The question sounded simple but it contained many elements within.

　　Moreover, Feiyun had only met him today and didn’t have a rudimentary understanding of the guy. Imagine a stranger asking if you know who he was. This problem could trouble even fortune-tellers.

　　Chan Ling’er voiced her disapproval: “That’s not fair, what if Feng Feiyun were to actually come up with the right name but you deny it?”

　　The old hunchback snorted: “The young lord and His Excellency are magnificent men. Once they have decided on something, there is no cheating. At their level, they dare to try it all without hiding anything.”

　　She agreed. The evilest people didn’t necessarily follow conventional wisdom so she stopped talking.

　　The young lord said: “Brother Feng, can you answer this question?”

　　Feiyun gently shook his head: “It is too difficult.”