His words made Qi Zhongdao's eyelashes that were covered in ice shiver. The ice on his numb face cracked.
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar blushed and scratched his cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes. I was too rash. Fellow Cultivator Qi, I like to talk nonsense most of the time. Please don't take it to heart. I know that it is indeed torturous to hang out with those b * stards all day long and watch their smiling faces without being able to punch them in the face. Years ago, I couldn't stand the hypocrisy and hypocrisy of those b * stards anymore. Therefore, I simply abandoned my own sect and became an unaffiliated Cultivator in the marketplace. I cried and laughed whenever I felt like it. I ate and slept whenever I felt like it. That's what made me happy."
Before Qi Zhongdao replied, Master Bitter Cicada said, "You can abandon your own sect, but Fellow Cultivator Qi can't abandon the Grand Mystery Sect and the crumbling world of Cultivators.
"Right now, although the world of Cultivators is in chaos and disunity, a few superficial rules are still maintained after all. At the very least, everybody is still in harmony on the table and defending the righteous path together. Whoever is bold enough to swallow other sects openly, just like what happened to Roaring Tiger Hall and the Black Devil Cult, will be deemed evil and will be attacked by everybody.
"If even the superficial rules are gone, and the world of Cultivators completely falls apart, mired in the lawless, chaotic era of the primitive jungle where the strong prey on the weak again, there is no telling how many people will suffer.
"When people rise, they suffer. When people die, they suffer. But in comparison, the people suffer more when the world is in chaos. That's why people say that it is better to be a dog in peace than a man in chaos.
"When a great building is about to collapse, a single tree cannot hold it up. Doesn't Benefactor Qi know that he is doing something he knows is impossible? If he really cherishes his reputation and fishes for fame, why does he have to stand out time and time again? Why does he have to be the leader of this laborious and unrewarding alliance?
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar was greatly moved. He looked around, only to discover that the ladle that he used as a bowl had been used up. He wiped the ladle that he had just used with his clothes carefully and filled it with wine. Holding it with both hands, he handed it over respectfully and said, "Fellow Cultivator Qi, in the past few decades, although we have been known as the Three Saints of the Great Qian Dynasty by the Cultivators, we have been on different sides of the world. I was a beggar, and you were the leader of the Cultivators. We did not have much interaction.
"After tonight, maybe we can be friends."
Qi Zhongdao listened to Master Bitter Cicada in silence. Looking at the wine that Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar offered him, his eyes suddenly turned red. He accepted the wine with both hands and drank it up. Thunderous gulps echoed from his throat to his abdomen.
"Good wine. Do you have any more?"
His voice sounded like a rusty gear that was being soaked by lubricant.
"Yes, yes."
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar clapped his hands and smiled. "If you don't, I can always go back to the city and steal some more."
Swoosh! Swoosh!
He simply attracted a few more pots of wine with his spiritual energy. Too lazy to look for ladles, he simply broke the seal and poured the wine. The golden wine flowed down like a waterfall, but not a single drop of it fell out of his bloody mouth. It was quite a miracle.
"Hu."
In the blink of an eye, the jar of Bear's Heart, Leopard's Guts, and Tiger's Bone Wine was finished by him. He chuckled and used the empty wine jar to pick up half a jar of mud from the mud. He summoned his spiritual energy and threw it into the darkness in the distance.
After a dull noise, the pot of wine was smashed into pieces. After another series of whooshing noises, the mud inside the pot all turned into mud spots and flew back. The thousands of mud spots seemed to have eyes. They did not fly at other people but smashed at Ba Xiaoyu's head like pebbles.
Ba Xiaoyu shrieked and soared to the sky like black smoke. He dashed to the top of the crooked tree and shouted at the darkness, "Yan Liren, this beggar is holding a banquet here and inviting everybody to drink. Why are you here?"
Yan Liren, the dwarf swordsman with a shiny head, slowly walked out of the dark swamp. His every step was on the mud, but his toes were not stained by any dust.
Holding his short sword, he said casually, "I'm here to practice my sword."
"Why don't you practice in the city?" Ba Xiaoyu asked.
"It's too noisy in the city," Yan Liren replied. "This place is much quieter."
Master Bitter Cicada smiled. "Together with you, Fellow Cultivator Yan, the three Saints of the Great Qian Dynasty are all here. Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture is also an extraordinary person who is said to be one of the three Saints of the Great Qian Dynasty. Since fate has brought us together, why don't you come and have a drink with us, Fellow Cultivator Yan?"
Yan Liren did not even bother to look at him. He shook his head and said, "I don't drink. My sword will be slowed down after I drink."
Ba Xiaoyu rolled his eyes and chuckled. "If you don't drink, how do you know that your sword will be slowed down after you drink? I've heard that there is a kind of drunken sword that can only perform the most unpredictable techniques when you are drunk and dizzy."
"Why haven't I heard of it before?" Yan Liren said. "You just made it up, didn't you? It's like you told me last time that if I learned to hold a sword with my feet, I would be able to hold four swords with my hands and feet at the same time and increase the power of a sword art by four times."
Ba Xiaoyu nodded and said, "You're right. It was indeed made up by me. But since you are so awesome, chances are that you can really create such a technique of drunken sword while you drink. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Yan Liren tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then, he nodded solemnly, too. "Fair enough. Since I am so awesome, if there is a drunken sword in the world, I will certainly create it."
As he spoke, he swaggered towards the small dinghy.
Right when everybody thought that he was about to step onto the boat, Yan Liren suddenly vanished without a sign.
In the next second, he appeared above Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar on the top of the crooked tree, with the most aggressive coldness flashing around him.
No one saw clearly how he had leaped up, and no one saw clearly how he had taken off his shoes and socks, and no one saw clearly whether he had drawn four swords from his armpits, his crotch, or the crevices between his toes, and wielded them with his hands and feet.
The four coldness shivered in the wind and turned into forty, four hundred, and four thousand. They enshrouded Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar like a storm and dancing snakes.
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar screamed miserably and rolled backward dozens of times in a hurry. Then, he bit the pipe that had been stuck behind his neck. Colorful smoke spurted out of the pipe and turned into ferrets that swallowed all the sword auras as if they were alive.
"Yan Liren, what are you doing?"
Ba Xiaoyu craned his head out of the colorful smoke and shouted angrily, "I was kind enough to offer you a drink. Are you biting the hand that feeds you?"
"Nothing."
After Yan Liren launched four thousand sword auras, the four flying swords suddenly vanished into thin air without any sign, exactly as they had appeared.
Yan Liren landed on the boat softly and spoke to Ba Xiaoyu, who was hiding in the colorful smoke in midair. "I only want to tell you that I've grasped the sword art that allows me to control four flying swords with my hands and feet. However, it cannot increase the power of the sword art by four times as much as you said. It can't increase the power of the sword art by two times at best."
While he was talking, Yan Liren did not greet anyone else but simply drank a vat of wine. He broke the seal and drank half of the wine before he smacked his lips and said, "Drunken Sword."
Deep in thought, he poured the remaining half of the wine into his throat, too.
"You —"
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar gnashed his teeth in fury and dashed out of the colorful smoke. It was not until then that everybody realized why he had been hiding inside the smoke.
As it turned out, it was because Yan Liren's sword was too fast and sharp. Although he managed to dodge the sword aura, his ragged clothes had been completely ripped apart. They were hanging on his body like rags. He could not have looked more miserable.
"This wine is not bad. I think I've really grasped something."
Yan Liren opened the seal of the second jar of wine and said solemnly, "If I can really grasp the Drunken Sword, I'll come and test it on you again, Brother Ba."
Ba Xiaoyu shrank his neck and stopped talking. He grabbed a jar of wine and gobbled it up with his eyes wide open.
Yan Liren touched his sword and drank the wine.
Ba Xiaoyu hugged the jar of wine angrily, almost gnawing at it.
Master Bitter Cicada was holding a ladle of wine, but he was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he savored the rich aroma of the wine carefully. The compassion on his face was slightly dispersed by the aroma of the wine.
Leaning against the crooked tree, Qi Zhongdao looked at the brightly lit, bustling Roaring Tiger City in frustration. He simply drank the wine one jar after another. His dark face was gradually glowing in redness, as if he were an iron lump that was being scorched from inside to outside.
Li Yao sipped his wine unhurriedly while he stole a glance at the few invincible experts. All of them looked rather interesting, and the haze in his heart was mostly gone.
The five of them were all experts close to or beyond the peak of the Yuanying Stage. The best wine of the mortal world would not be enough to make them drunk even if a whole warehouse was filled with them.
However, the Bear's Heart, Leopard's Bone Wine was a secret medicinal wine of Roaring Tiger Hall specially prepared for the three Yuanying experts of the Duan family. Other than the bear's heart, the leopard's gallbladder, and the tiger's bones, almost a hundred kinds of indescribable Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures had been mixed into the wine. Even for the powerful souls of the Yuanying experts, they were still nurturing and edifying them.
Very soon, the dozens of jars of Bear's Heart, Leopard's Bone Wine were emptied by the five of them.
Li Yao and Master Bitter Cicada drank the least. They almost shared a jar of the wine.
The other three were competing with each other as if they were having a drinking competition. They each drank about ten jars.
Iron Saint Qi Zhongdao's eyes were completely bloodshot. To be continued …
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