CHAPTER 562: CHAPTER 232: BU HUORAN’S JADE! FELLOW DAOIST FENG’S SORROW! (REQUESTING MONTHLY TICKETS)_6

I secretly mused to myself: There are a total of ten stages of drinking, and this is already the beginning of the first stage. Next should be the second stage.

Sure enough.

Feng Zhaoyang poured more for Yuchi, who tapped the table with his two fingers curved in thanks, then heard Feng Zhaoyang say, "Let’s do it this way today, it’s quite fated that we’re meeting here. The Third State is so vast, yet we meet on this small Immortal Island. It’s truly an honor."

"Then let’s drink properly. Fellow Daoist, rest assured, this drink has an endless aftertaste and subtly changes one’s Spiritual Qi, truly a great thing. My daughter went through quite an ordeal to find this for my millennium birthday."

"And I don’t get dizzy with other drinks, only this one really knocks me out. It’s as if my Spiritual Qi is a fake, yet every time I awake, I feel a slight increase in my Spiritual Qi. This drink is definitely something good!"

Really? Or is it industrial alcohol? Yuchi nodded, saying, "Fellow Daoist Feng has such an understanding daughter, I envy you."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zong, how about you? How many children do you have?"

"Not that many," Yuchi said with a smile.

"Not that many, which means many. Impressive, Fellow Daoist Zong, your ability to nurture disciples is formidable, not to mention your own physical strength, which is quite robust."

Another three cups down.

A single peanut was slammed into his mouth, bringing a peculiar crispy, fragrant sensation. Yuchi glanced at the slightly tipsy Feng Zhaoyang in front of him and quietly added, "The second stage of drinking is past, now comes the third stage."

"Brother... not that I’m boasting..."

"Should be coming."

Sure enough... Yuchi guessed right again.

Feng Zhaoyang, while pinching the crispy skin off the peanut, spoke passionately to Yuchi, "Fellow Daoist Zong, I’m not boasting, our Legendary Sect’s journey had many legendary elements! It was really tough!"

"Back in the day, I was merely a Cultivator with a third-grade talent, like a stray losing dog targeted by my family, leaving in a huff. I roamed the world, experiencing countless battles large and small, and it wasn’t until the first level of the Core Formation Stage that I progressed to the lower Three States!"

"Over the years, I endured countless hardships, slowly raising my talent to the current Ninth Grade Supreme, and even my cultivation has now reached the Spirit Storage Stage. Talking about it fills me with helplessness and bitterness."

"It really wasn’t easy!"

"But Fellow Daoist Zong, I don’t mean to boast. All of this was experienced step by step. I’ve also made comebacks, seen courtesans of great cities! That was truly a wonderful memory..."

With a sudden lift of his head, Feng Zhaoyang’s eyes started to redden, popping two more peanuts into his mouth, then continued, "Fellow Daoist Zong, how about you? You must’ve had a hard journey too."

"Me?"

Yuchi calculated for a moment. If it came to a misery contest, he wouldn’t back down. At least Feng Zhaoyang could still see hope, with the possibility of cultivating Immortal Techniques. As for his past life... he wouldn’t even mention it. After dying once, his life insights were maxed out.

But saying it out loud would be meaningless. So he casually spun a tale:

"The same, quite miserable. Can you imagine being confined to a small room for seven days a week, forced into mechanical labor? Sitting for an entire day, continuing for tens or hundreds of years, while burdened by debt collectors and various pressures."

"Yet in the mouth of a cunning villain, this is considered a blessing."

Feng Zhaoyang was stunned:

"Seven days a week, starting with six days of hard work? And being confined, disobedience met with beatings, punishments? Can anyone live like that? I understand, reaching where you are today, it’s because of the hardships endured."

"A blessing, huh?"

"Why doesn’t he let his own dear mother enjoy this blessing?"

Yuchi chuckled, "Because he doesn’t have a racecourse."

Continuing the conversation with Feng Zhaoyang, cup after cup without any concern for cost, Feng Zhaoyang gulped down the drinks incessantly.

Yuchi mostly played the role of a listener without expressing many more opinions. From Feng Zhaoyang’s words, Yuchi learned many new things, like a city full of women in the Second State, with a river whose water brings good fortune if drunk by women.

Quite similar to tales of monkey lore. It’s unknown whether these are true, but maybe worth a look someday.

Another example, in the Fourth State, there’s a peculiar custom where newborn boys undergo purification... The thought just hurts, sending shivers down Yuchi’s spine.

Looking at the still more-than-half-full jug of booze under the Night Lamp, Yuchi already predicted the next phase:

"Fellow Daoist Zong, listen to me first. The Nine Provinces are vast and boundless. I fear I couldn’t traverse them all in my lifetime, and the bits and pieces of the journey so far, in retrospect, are mostly jokes..."