Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Chapter 562 - 232: Bu Huoran’s Jade! Fellow Daoist Feng’s So

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 eting here. The Third State is so vast, yet we et 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 out. It’s as if my Spiritual Qi is a fake, yet every ti I awake, I feel a slight increase in my Spiritual Qi. This drink is definitely sothing 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 ans many. Impressive, Fellow Daoist Zong, your ability to nurture disciples is formidable, not to ntion your own physical strength, which is quite robust."

Another three cups down.

A single peanut was slamd 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 cos 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 elents! It was really tough!"

"Back in the day, I was rely a Cultivator with a third-grade talent, like a stray losing dog targeted by my family, leaving in a huff. I road 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 Supre, and even my cultivation has now reached the Spirit Storage Stage. Talking about it fills with helplessness and bitterness."

"It really wasn’t easy!"

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

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."

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Yuchi calculated for a mont. If it ca 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 ntion it. After dying once, his life insights were maxed out.

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

"The sa, quite miserable. Can you imagine being confined to a small room for seven days a week, forced into chanical 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 t with beatings, punishnts? 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 won in the Second State, with a river whose water brings good fortune if drunk by won.

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

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 first. The Nine Provinces are vast and boundless. I fear I couldn’t traverse them all in my lifeti, and the bits and pieces of the journey so far, in retrospect, are mostly jokes..."