CHAPTER 563: CHAPTER 232: BU HUORAN’S JADE! FELLOW DAOIST FENG’S SORROW! (SEEKING MONTHLY PASS)_7

"I’m not lying to you, the current situation is too difficult."

"The competition between sects is fierce. On the surface, everyone is friends, but in reality, backstabbing is rampant. Not to mention, within a single sect, there are always some shady dealings."

"I don’t even know how this kind of bastard managed to infiltrate my sect and then compete with me for resources within my own sect."

"Is this a person?"

"It’s a dog!"

Yuchi was now certain that Feng Zhaoyang had some worries, fearing that the previous rumors were true—his buddy’s wife ran off with someone else. No wonder he grabbed a stranger to drink with; in the whole sect, he didn’t know who to trust anymore.

As Yuchi listened silently, Feng Zhaoyang smoothly entered the next stage:

"Ah, life is really too difficult. As a mortal, you have to endure the pain of illness and oppression."

"As a cultivator, you have to chase money and resources even more than mortals just to climb your way up. It’s hard enough to do well, then you have to deal with people gossiping. It’s just pathetic."

"Ah... fellow Daoist, pass the peanuts."

Yuchi: "..."

Crunch, slurp, slurp. Feng Zhaoyang wiped his mouth, his face already flushed with alcohol: "Seriously, fellow Daoist, I’m the kind of person who speaks my mind. I can’t stand those who sneak around behind your back, it’s unbelievably painful!"

"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why are you sneaking and hiding? Do you really have to keep it bottled up inside you?"

"If you want to curse, just curse out loud!"

"And the future of the Nine Provinces, fellow Daoist, I’m not sure how you view it, but I think our first six provinces are caught in a passive crisis. If our sect remains like this, can we really stop the monsters when they come?"

"We should really consider the relationship between monsters and us cultivators!"

"... I’m not drunk, I’m very clear-headed right now. I’m being completely honest, fellow Daoist, rest assured, our conversation will absolutely not be known by a third party. If someone is eavesdropping on us right now, I’ll take out their entire family!"

Finally.

"Boo hoo hoo!"

After finishing the drink, Feng Zhaoyang slammed his head on the table, a Core Formation Stage cultivator cried like a baby: "I really freaking regret it! Why did I misjudge people? Why did I let my wife cultivate with that elder? Why did I watch them flirt with each other with open eyes?"

"This life is really meaningless, if I could be reborn, I would dig up their ancestors’ graves first thing in the morning!"

"Living is so damn hard."

Yuchi nodded beside him, helplessly patting the other’s shoulder. He didn’t know how many times he had gone through this drinking process in his past life, and it was because he’d experienced such things so many times that he realized everything is false; happiness is the only thing that matters.

And Feng Zhaoyang’s process was almost like an old picture from his past life:

"The alcohol tastes good; today this happened... and that happened...; brother, not to brag...; just listen to me...; ah, life...; where’s the lighter, pass it here... click... ss; to be honest, I’m just like this...; brother, do you understand philosophy? Do you know the changes in the world over the years?; I’m really not drunk, I’m talking to you clearly...; crying, head in hands, wailing, living is so damn hard, if there’s a next life I’ll be the dog and you be the person."

Truly real, absolutely miserable.

Even someone as almighty as Feng Zhaoyang kneels to life in the end, striking the classic "Orz" pose.

Yuchi looked back and forth at Feng Zhaoyang.

All he could do was listen to his buddy vent a bit. To say he could really help, or do anything else, a Core Formation Stage cultivator like him couldn’t get involved with a sect as legendary as that; it would be irresponsible to his disciples.

"So what should I do?"

"He’s already drunk."

"How should I handle him? Go directly to his sect’s people?"

That wouldn’t do either.

Wait.

Wait for him to naturally wake up. Yuchi brewed a cup of tea for himself to sober up and nibbled on peanuts one by one.