Chapter 27

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Chapter 27: Drinking Talk

As the fierce battle just came to a close, disciples of the Wei Hall appeared in groups.

The Yunyang Sect governs over one hundred thousand disciples, with more than a dozen halls.

Among them, the Battle, Wei, and Xing Halls are the strongest.

The Battle Hall primarily handles external battles.

The Wei Hall manages the entire outer sect, ensuring the safety and order of the three celestial cities.

They are like the police that appear at the end of action movies, sealing off the battlefield and driving away onlookers.

At the same time, they treat the wounded and collect the bodies.

Some disciples from the Wei Hall began excavating at the spot where the insect giant was slain.

The Yunyang flying ship circled in the sky for a while before flying back in the direction it came from.

It quickly vanished from sight.

Wang Chen quietly left the small hillside and returned to his home.

His home was over ten miles away from where the battle erupted, so it was unharmed.

The spirit fields were also safe and sound.

However, Wang Chen’s heart was far from calm.

This brief yet brutal battle made him deeply understand the dangers of the celestial realm.

He truly realized his own smallness and fragility.

Yet, Wang Chen did not develop fear or cowardice because of it.

Although he felt confusion and unease, his desire for strength became even more resolute.

In a flash of mindset, the sword light imprinted in his soul suddenly illuminated his Sea of Consciousness.

Wang Chen took a deep breath and immediately activated his dantian’s power.

He suddenly pointed at the oil lamp on the table and shouted, “Rise!”

His soul guided the power outward, and the oil lamp, three feet away, trembled violently and floated up unsteadily.

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Wang Chen waved his fingers, and the lamp in the air swayed back and forth.

A lightly smile appeared on his face.

…

As the sun set, the night quietly enveloped the earth.

Wang Chen brought his dinner to the dining table, ready to comfort his stomach.

No matter how difficult life gets, one must fill their belly.

Bang! Bang!

At that moment, the courtyard gate was suddenly struck with a forceful bang.

Startled, Little White, who was about to indulge in a feast, darted under the table in a flash.

"Who is it?"

Wang Chen, with a resigned sigh, set down his chopsticks and went to open the gate.

As soon as the gate creaked open, a pungent smell of alcohol assaulted his senses, nearly overwhelming him on the spot!

"Old Sun?"

Wang Chen covered his nose, stepping back half a pace, and asked in a muffled voice, "What’s happened to you?"

It was indeed Old Sun at the gate.

The old man’s eyes were bleary, his face flushed a deep crimson, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

Earlier that afternoon, Old Sun had gone to watch the spectacle and had even coaxed Wang Chen to join him.

Though Wang Chen harbored little affection for this old man who always sought to benefit at others’ expense,

he felt a sense of relief seeing him unharmed.

After all, since his arrival in this entirely foreign world,

Old Sun was the most familiar face he had.

Yet, Old Sun showed no signs of joy for having survived; his drunken visage was etched with desolation.

"I’m fine," Old Sun waved dismissively, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Chen. "I just wanted to talk to you for a bit."

In his other hand, he clutched a wine gourd.

Wang Chen sighed, "Come in."

Given Old Sun’s current state, he couldn’t very well turn him away.

He decided to set up a small wooden table in the courtyard, bringing out two wooden stools and a fresh set of bowls and chopsticks.

Old Sun sat down, grabbed a piece of sauced meat, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing haphazardly.

As he chewed, tears began to stream down his face.

"Doggie, do you know?"

Old Sun’s voice was heavy with sorrow. "Old Lu is dead. I saw him die right before my eyes. I wanted to save him, but…"

Wang Chen was speechless.

He knew Old Lu; he had even visited his spirit fields to clear out land rhinoceroses.

He never imagined Old Lu would meet such an end.

"I shouldn’t have asked him to go."

Old Sun poured a full bowl of wine and downed it in one gulp.

His eyes grew even more vacant. "One mustn’t be greedy. The sect’s favors aren’t so easily gained. I was a fool, and so was he. I was lucky, but he… he was unlucky…"

"This isn’t my fault. I didn’t want this to happen; I truly didn’t mean it!"

He gulped down the wine while rambling on, not caring whether Wang Chen was listening or not. After finishing a gourd of wine, Old Sun’s head dropped onto the table. He was drinking ordinary rice wine, not spirit wine, so he shouldn’t have gotten drunk. However, if he truly wanted to get drunk, even a Qi Training cultivator, let alone a Golden Core true master, could easily fall under its influence.

Old Sun came to Wang Chen to drown his sorrows, clearly wanting to vent his inner guilt and fear. Wang Chen didn’t know what to say in response. There’s a saying that those who are pitiful must also have their faults. In the memories left to Wang Chen by the original owner, this old man was greedy, miserly, and lecherous, taking advantage of the young man in many ways. On the other hand, Old Sun had taught the original owner quite a bit about cultivating spirit fields. Even if his motives weren’t pure, it was still genuine help.

After Wang Chen crossed over, he hadn’t given Old Sun much of a good face, yet Old Sun didn’t seem to hold any grudges. They even collaborated to earn some spirit stones together. In short, this old man was not a kind-hearted person, but he wasn’t a completely irredeemable villain either. As for the demeanor and grace of a cultivator, that was nowhere to be seen!

Of course, Wang Chen couldn’t just leave the old man there; he had to help him up and carry him on his back. Then he took him home. Wang Chen’s own house only had a single bed and wasn’t suitable for overnight guests. Fortunately, Old Sun’s home was only about two hundred steps away. When Wang Chen carried him over, he noticed the courtyard door was still wide open.

After placing the old man on the bed in the bedroom, he thoughtfully propped up the pillow. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Old Sun suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. To Wang Chen’s surprise, Old Sun opened his eyes and trembled as he said, “Don’t believe, don’t…”

Wang Chen was momentarily taken aback. “Don’t believe what?”

“It’s not my fault.” Old Sun closed his eyes again, mumbling to himself, “Not my fault, not…”

Wang Chen didn’t pay much attention, thinking the old man was just talking nonsense due to the alcohol. He broke free from Old Sun’s grip and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

The quiet moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Old Sun’s frail body. He lay motionless, as if dead. Suddenly, the shadow cast on the floor by the window and door quivered, beginning to twist and change. Gradually, the dark shadow stretched toward the wooden bed, resembling a long, creeping tentacle, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

This tentacle slithered up along the foot of the bed, slowly approaching the position of the pillow, and shockingly extended into Old Sun’s left ear!

Thud—

At that moment, a deep, distant bell rang out, echoing into the room. It was the hour of the dog. The black tentacle, just about to enter Old Sun’s ear, instantly emitted a wisp of gray smoke. It recoiled as if it had been burned by a hot iron, retreating to its original position in the blink of an eye. There were no further abnormalities.

Bang! A gust of wind blew in, causing the open door to rattle and slam shut, blocking the moonlight from entering!