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The old man's gaze flickered with a hint of sadness.
Leng Wanli's unusual demeanor caught Ye Tian's attention, prompting him to ask with concern, "Grandpa Leng, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Leng Wanli waved his hand dismissively, but then seemed to recall something and asked with curiosity, "Xu Tai is a Martial Master; how did you end up facing him?"
"He stopped me from killing Zhang Sen, so we clashed," Ye Tian replied calmly.
"Zhang Sen! The Withered Heart Ghost, Zhang Sen?"
"Yes," Ye Tian nodded.
"If I remember correctly, that old fellow is also a Martial Master! You killed him?" Leng Wanli's tone was filled with surprise.
"He might have been before, but now he's at most an Eighth-Dan Warrior," Ye Tian said lightly.
"Oh... but even as an Eighth-Dan Warrior, isn't he still above you?" Leng Wanli was somewhat confused.
"Yeah, just one rank above. It's not that high," Ye Tian answered casually.
Upon hearing Ye Tian's response, Leng Wanli chuckled, thinking that Ye Tian was young and brash. He asked nonchalantly, "Kid, you're quite similar to me! So full of yourself! Haha, but in the end, you'll be the one who suffers!"
"Not really suffering; I killed him," Ye Tian reflected. Initially thinking it was a life-for-a-life situation, he realized that since he survived, it certainly couldn't be considered suffering.
"What!" Ye Tian's answer completely shocked Leng Wanli. To kill Zhang Sen as a Seven-Section Warrior under the watchful eye of a Martial Master was indeed astonishing!
"You really killed him?" Leng Wanli had to confirm. This situation was quite alarming.
"Yes, why would I lie to you?" Ye Tian shook his head helplessly.
"Are you really just a Seven-Section Warrior?" Leng Wanli looked at him with disbelief, just as before.
"Um..." Ye Tian felt even more helpless, drawing out the word.
"You..."
"Grandpa Leng, please don't ask anymore. I'm so tired; I need to rest. Let's talk tomorrow, okay?" Leng Wanli wanted to ask again, but was cut off by Ye Tian's words. Ye Tian really couldn't handle Leng Wanli's way of questioning, so he found this excuse.
"Alright, you go rest," Leng Wanli said. Although he still wanted to ask, he considered that Ye Tian had traveled all day and decided not to press further. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. He was determined to thoroughly understand this extraordinary young man.
"Just follow this corridor eastward; someone will be there to receive you," Leng Wanli pointed to a corridor behind him and said.
"Okay, Grandpa Leng, you should rest early too," Ye Tian cupped his hands in respect and turned to leave.
...
The next morning, there was a knock on Ye Tian's door.
"I'm coming!" Ye Tian, feeling extremely thirsty, was holding a teapot and wanted to pour himself a cup of tea to quench his thirst. But upon hearing the knock, he had to put down the teapot and go open the door.
Creak...
As the door opened, the face of Zhang Cang appeared—old yet still spirited.
"Grandpa Leng..." Ye Tian said somewhat helplessly.
Leng Wanli ignored Ye Tian's unusual tone and strode in uninvited.
He casually found a large chair to sit in, picked up the teapot, and without caring whether anyone else was thirsty, gulped it down in one go.
After finishing, he laughed heartily and asked Ye Tian, "Kid, how was it? Did you sleep well last night?"
"Um, very comfortably; there wasn't anything I wasn't used to..." Ye Tian replied helplessly while licking his dry lips.
To be honest, when Ye Tian saw Leng Wanli drinking tea just now, he felt really thirsty for the first time in his life...
Because he was simply too parched.
"Eh? Are you feeling unwell?" Leng Wanli noticed something unusual about Ye Tian.
"No, no..." Ye Tian waved his hands repeatedly.
Leng Wanli had a bold personality and naturally wouldn't pay attention to such small details. Since Ye Tian said he was fine, he didn't think much of it. Changing the subject, he said, "Old man Tian Lai is here today to help you with your injuries!"
"Help me with my injuries?" Ye Tian was somewhat confused because Cold Boyuan had mentioned that his injuries could only be healed through rest.
"That's right, didn't you injure your heart meridian?" Leng Wanli confirmed.
Ye Tian nodded, feeling a strange sense of unreliability in his heart.
"Haha, that's good! To be honest with you, I am indeed a master in this field!" Leng Wanli laughed heartily and said proudly.
"Are you... a doctor? Or are you going to use your energy to help me?" Ye Tian was getting more and more confused by this old man.
"Neither!" Leng Wanli shook his head with a smile and said, "I have become a good doctor through years of illness!"
Ye Tian looked puzzled, staring at him eagerly, waiting for further explanation.
"Do you know why I live here?"
Ye Tian shook his head.
Leng Wanli laughed heartily and picked up the teapot to take a sip. But as the pot reached his lips, he remembered that he had just finished drinking all the water, so he sheepishly put it down again.
Then he gazed deeply out the window and said in a low voice, "This story is quite long..."
Long... long... long...
These two words echoed in Ye Tian's heart, making him feel a sense of dread. He thought to himself, "I hope your 'long' can be brief; otherwise, I might just die of thirst..."
"Someone, bring me my aged brew!" Leng Wanli commanded loudly, pulling his gaze back from the window.
"Yes, old man," a guard responded from not far outside the door.
"Kid, can you drink?" Leng Wanli turned to ask Ye Tian.
"I can!" Ye Tian quickly replied, fearing that if he said otherwise, he might not get any alcohol at all.
"You look like you can drink quite a bit," Leng Wanli said provocatively. In his life, when it came to drinking, he claimed the first place; no one dared to claim second.
With a slight frown, Ye Tian pondered for a moment before firmly stating, "A whole jar!"
He said this not because he could actually drink a whole jar but because he felt that only a whole jar could quench his thirst...
"Good! When I was your age, I couldn't handle that much," Leng Wanli nodded in satisfaction.
Footsteps sounded, and then a guard entered after asking for permission.
Thud thud.
Four jars of aged fine wine were placed on the table. At Leng Wanli's gesture, the guard broke the clay seal.
Immediately, a strong aroma of alcohol wafted through the air. The scent was rich and spicy yet fragrant, making one feel both repelled and irresistibly drawn to take a sip.
"This wine is brewed by my own hands; it's strong but not harsh. I guarantee you'll become addicted once you try it!" Leng Wanli said proudly.
"Addicted after just one sip? Is it really that amazing?" Ye Tian shook his head in disbelief. In his experience, he had never found alcohol to be particularly enjoyable.
"This young man, what the old man said is absolutely true. After we had a drink once, we were all thinking about a second round. It's just a pity that the old man is stingy and doesn't treat us!" The Guardian testified for Leng Wanli after hearing Ye Tian's words.
"Go away!" Leng Wanli laughed and shooed the guard who had exposed him out of the room. Then he looked at Ye Tian and said, "I even named this wine 'Irresistible Desire'!"
"Irresistible Desire! It must be delicious..." Ye Tian thought to himself, then picked up the wine jar and poured two large bowls full.
"Cheers!" Leng Wanli raised his bowl and clinked it heavily against Ye Tian's. Then he tilted his head back and downed the entire bowl of strong liquor in one go.
"I'm thirsty..." Ye Tian murmured softly, then did the same, tilting his head back to finish his drink.
"How is it? How is it?" Leng Wanli eagerly looked at Ye Tian, asking repeatedly.
"Tsk tsk..." Ye Tian smacked his lips and exclaimed loudly, "Refreshing!"
"Hahaha! As long as it's refreshing!" Ye Tian's response pleased Leng Wanli greatly. He stacked the bowls and then directly picked up the wine jar, pushing it in front of Ye Tian, saying, "Come on! Let's drink until we drop today!"
Ye Tian frowned slightly but could only helplessly accept.
In fact, just now Ye Tian was so thirsty that he didn't really taste anything, and his exclamation of 'refreshing' was simply because he finally quenched his thirst...
It would be unreasonable not to drink when an elder offers a toast. Although Ye Tian didn't like drinking, he was determined to keep Leng Wanli company today.
Thinking this, Ye Tian took the wine jar and began to drink heartily.
Seeing this, Leng Wanli naturally wouldn't back down either. He stood up and also started to chug from the wine jar.
In no time, four large jars of strong liquor were divided between them—three for Leng Wanli and one for Ye Tian. At this moment, both of them had flushed faces, sitting in their chairs while burping and feeling a bit tipsy.
"Kid, do you... know what kind of height I reached during my most glorious times?" The liquor was indeed strong; even someone with Leng Wanli's drinking capacity was starting to feel a bit lightheaded after downing three jars.
"Um..." Ye Tian squinted his eyes and shook his head.
“Martial Sovereign! Kid... do you know what the concept of Martial Sovereign is?” Leng Wanli stared hard, trying to keep himself from falling asleep.
“Martial Sovereign...” Ye Tian frowned, searching through the chaotic mess in his mind for this familiar term.
“Martial Sovereign?!” He had seen this term in the Spiritual Treasure Compendium; it defined a level beyond Martial Sovereign. To reach this stage was a top existence in Divine Wood County.
“Overreacting!” Leng Wanli said with a drowsy smile.
Upon hearing this shocking news, Ye Tian's drunkenness dissipated significantly, and his mind became clearer.
“Grandpa Leng, you really are...” This time it was Ye Tian who repeatedly confirmed, because in the environment he was familiar with, Martial Masters could be considered strong, and Martial Sovereigns were even rarer. Not to mention those above Martial Sovereigns; such a level of power certainly warranted Ye Tian's astonishment.
“Nonsense!” Leng Wanli spat, then closed his eyes in deep thought.
Ye Tian quietly watched, waiting for him to continue.
After a long while, Leng Wanli slowly opened his eyes, and the effects of the alcohol had faded considerably.
“Grandpa Leng...” Sensing a strange atmosphere, Ye Tian asked with concern.
“Sigh...” Leng Wanli gently sighed, and then a deep sense of regret appeared in his eyes.
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