While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Soon, a hotel waiter came over with a tray carrying fifty-year-old aged baijiu.

The waiter was very skilled and calmly poured wine starting with Fang Hongbo.

Everyone was in the same boat, so Yang Ding had no idea whether or not poison was involved, or how it was done.

Fang Hongbo glanced at Yang Ding with concern, also worried that his daughter would be widowed again.

But with all three members of the Wang family present, and his second wife making such a big scene on stage, he couldn't very well speak up and stop her.

When he saw the smiling, hypocritical second wife beside him, he felt a deep sense of disgust for the first time.

Even if a woman like that is good in bed, she will always be a menace if she stays at home.

"Pour more for that eldest son-in-law of the Fang family," Fang Qiuyue said.

The second concubine also frantically cooperated with her daughter, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Yes, yes, he is the eldest son-in-law, he must set an example for the younger ones, he can't just take advantage of the Fang family without showing any respect!"

Even though Wang Gao taught her this phrase in bed, Fang Qiuyue still had no doubts.

"OK."

The waiter approached Yang Ding. "Mr. Yang, would you like more?"

"No, fill it up," Yang Ding replied.

"what?"

"Is it hard to part with them? All three of my wives are pregnant and can't drink, so I'll drink in their place."

Wang family's sixth master, He Lianting, winked at the waiter, secretly pleased with himself.

For this concoction to be effective, the quantity must meet certain requirements: the amount of alcohol must be at least twice that of the others, plus the amount smeared on the glass.

Others might feel dizzy for a few days after drinking it, but then they'll be fine, and it won't leave any evidence.

Yang Ding's full cup means he may be severely poisoned, which could lead to osteomalacia or even high-level paraplegia.

As Yang Ding requested, the waiter filled the glass to the brim with wine, at least half a jin (250ml).

Yang Ding's insistence on a full glass was, of course, for a purpose: to thoroughly clean the glass with the wine.

He held the wine glass in one hand and the bowl of the glass with the other, blocking everyone's view. After rinsing the glass, he used the water-based techniques taught by Zhou Ruoxi to bring the purified water to the top.

Upon closer inspection, a thin layer of white powder was indeed found at the bottom of the cup.

Then all he needs to do is freeze these bottom impurities.

After finishing all that, Yang, holding a wine glass, took Fang Jing's hand, and with a thud, knocked over Fang Qiuyue and the second concubine, and walked up to Fang Hongbo.

"Father-in-law, Fang Jing and I wish you a long and healthy life, and boundless happiness."

Fang Hongbo took a sip. "Eldest son-in-law, your father-in-law understands your intentions. Let's just have a small taste."

"Deep feelings, bottoms up!"

"Hey, son-in-law, calm down, no need... Hey hey hey hey..."

Fang Hongbo turned pale with fright.

Yang Ding downed the glass of pure water in one gulp, then melted the ice at the bottom of the glass, and vigorously shook the glass, sending the toxins flying everywhere, smearing the faces of the second concubine and Fang Qiuyue.

He grinned and winked, shouting, "Awesome! Drinking baijiu is the best!"

"Ptooey! You're going to die, spitting all over our faces."

Fang Hongbo patted Yang Ding worriedly, "How are you feeling?"

"It's alright, the alcohol content isn't high."

"It's almost 60 degrees Celsius."

But Yang Ding's face didn't turn red. Could this son-in-law be born with a huge capacity for alcohol?

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Fang Hongbo asked.

"No, I feel completely refreshed."

He Lianting and the fifth and sixth brothers exchanged a glance and revealed a smug smile.

The venom of the beetle is slow-acting; it won't take effect until at least tomorrow morning.

Yang Ding drank so much at once, there was absolutely no chance of him surviving unless he had wood-type or water-type abilities.

But that's impossible; the arm-wrestling match just now already proved he's a power-type character.

Zhang Beiye patted He Lianting's shoulder forcefully.

"Look at how nervous Fang Hongbo is. Your seventh master is the husband of a grandmaster, he wouldn't do something so despicable as to feed his son-in-law poisoned wine."

He Lianting wanted to slap him, but he couldn't beat him, so he could only smile and say, "That's right, that's right, Yang Ding is practically a relative of our Wang family."

After confirming that his eldest son-in-law was alright, Fang Hongbo and his family toasted the guests at each table.

Although it was already the end times, the toasting culture of the Jinglong Empire still continued.

The first wife, Wu Huixian, should have stood in front of her husband, but the second wife, who liked to steal the spotlight, pushed her aside and stood next to Fang Hongbo with her daughter, Fang Qiuyue.

Wu Huixian, who was always indifferent to worldly affairs, stood behind Fang Dalong, Fang Jing, and Yang Ding.

Fang Dalong wanted to step forward to discuss the matter, but Yang Ding stopped him. Now it was his turn to perform.

The second concubine held a wine glass in both hands, smiling obsequiously at the three heads of the Wang family.

"Fifth Master, Sixth Master, Seventh Master, you've really given us too much face this time. You think too highly of us, Old Fang. On behalf of the entire Fang family, I thank you."

"We're all in-laws, it's too formal to say such things," He Lianting said with a smile as he stood up.

Although his grandson was injured, he was in a particularly good mood at the moment, as he had also gotten rid of Yang Ding, a thorn in his side.

Zhou Liren's methods were still ineffective; he couldn't even handle a little brat, and his daughter was even kidnapped.

After finishing her drink, the second concubine still clung to He Lianting's arm, acting coquettishly and pulling at him.

"Oh, Seventh Master, these are my true feelings. A son-in-law like Wang Gao is a rare find these days."

"Come, come, come, everyone from the Fang family, raise your glasses and thank our in-laws."

Just as the second concubine was about to drink with He Lianting with great enthusiasm, her evening gown was tugged or stepped on by someone, causing the straps to snap on the spot. The entire gown slid down to her ankles, leaving only two thin patches on her upper body.

He Lianting was almost touching her at that moment, and she was so frightened that she quickly covered her eyes while leaving a small gap.

This girl has a nice figure.

The second concubine, who was showing off by raising her wine glass, felt a chill on her body. She looked down and was so frightened that she quickly squatted down.

"what!"

Fang Hongbo quickly took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "I told you not to wear this, but you insisted. You've made me lose all face."

"Someone stepped on my skirt."

"Mom, I didn't step on it."

Fang Qiuyue was also completely bewildered.

Fang Jing turned to look at Yang Ding, who was watching the spectacle with a smug expression.

The mother and daughter dogs forced him to drink poison; tearing off her dress was the least of their worries.

The toasting ceremony for the guests ended abruptly.

Mu Lan's stomach was growling loudly. She looked at Yang Ding and said, "You've done your part, you've made your mark, can you leave now?"

"Of course, Dean Mu, come home with us for a late-night snack."

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as Yang Ding and his group left the banquet hall, they heard Zhang Beiye's voice from behind, "I'm leaving too. Enjoy your meal."

"Dean Mu, do you think Vice Marshal Zhang might have come specifically to protect me?"

"Do you really have that much influence?"

"That's definitely overconfidence."

Mu Lan stopped and looked at his face. "You drank so much, why didn't your expression change? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Yang Ding quickly shook his head, but said, "I just feel weak all over, so it can't be a fake bar."

Mu Lan immediately became anxious. "You've been poisoned! Quickly get on the aircraft, I'll treat you."