"You want another barrel..."
Chi Emiko looked at Ye Chenfeng with a gaze as if she were looking at a weirdo.
"I can drink, but I fear your teacher might not provide with it. If it’s one barrel, his entire stock will be depleted."
Ye Chenfeng chuckled.
"By the way, my teacher has other strong liquors..."
Chi Emiko suddenly added.
"Pfft!"
Ye Chenfeng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He managed to act cool with difficulty, but Chi Emiko countered with such a statent.
The strength of the Drunken Evil Spirit’s liquor is only known by Ye Chenfeng.
The process of dissipating its effects was incredibly painful; now, if there cos a drink stronger than Drunken Evil Spirit, Ye Chenfeng feels he might end up here.
"Just pretend I never said that!"
Ye Chenfeng laughed.
Not to ntion if he could handle Yizang Heitian’s strong liquors, even if he could, the process would be extraordinarily painful, and Ye Chenfeng didn’t want to experience it again.
"Hmph!"
Chi Emiko snorted, looking sowhat smugly at Ye Chenfeng.
anwhile, they waited for quite a while, yet there was still no sign of Yizang Heitian.
Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask, "Your teacher isn’t really absent, is he? Was I mistaken about what happened earlier?"
"Impossible! Since the teacher placed Drunken Evil Spirit here, he must be testing you!"
Chi Emiko said firmly.
"Then why hasn’t he appeared?"
Ye Chenfeng stood up and surveyed the surroundings.
The bamboo forest was very quiet, with only occasional breezes causing the bamboo to sway and emit the sound of silk bamboo instrunts.
Hearing that beautiful sound, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but raise his voice, saying loudly, "Sir, eavesdropping on us like this isn’t quite right, is it?"
"Huh?"
Chi Emiko didn’t understand what’s happening when Ye Chenfeng spoke.
She had specifically admonished Ye Chenfeng beforehand to mind his words but hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng to directly provoke her teacher.
"Ye Chenfeng, you..."
Chi Emiko was about to remind Ye Chenfeng, but was interrupted: "Shh, don’t speak. Your teacher is eavesdropping on us right now."
"How do you know?"
Chi Emiko asked with confusion.
"The bamboo!"
Ye Chenfeng pointed to the surrounding bamboo.
Chi Emiko looked over and realized that the bamboo emitted the sound of silk bamboo instrunts when breezes passed through.
Chi Emiko instantly understood that the bamboo was transmitting the sound.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, the ground started to tremble and sway, a destructive aura like a tsunami earthquake overwheld them.
"Huh?"
Ye Chenfeng’s heart shuddered, his eyes filled with danger.
He sensed an extrely dangerous aura!
This person gave him pressure akin to the feeling when the Guardian of Heaven Group arrived, a master of utmost terror.
"This..."
Ye Chenfeng looked again and saw an old man sitting on the stone stool.
Dressed in black kimono, stepping on wooden sandals.
His face was pale as snow, gloomy as a zombie, making anyone who saw him definitely terrified.
A small figure but imposing as a Demon God, tall and mighty!
Just sitting there, he gave a feeling like Mount Tai crushing down.
With eyes like a fierce ghost, he stared intensely at Ye Chenfeng, as if piercing through him.
Standing in front of this person, Ye Chenfeng felt completely exposed, without a stitch.
"Teacher!"
Upon seeing the old man appear, Chi Emiko shouted.
It was clear this was indeed Chi Emiko’s teacher, a civilian more aweso than a mber of the Imperial Family: Yizang Heitian.
"Mm!"
Yizang Heitian nodded, and his gaze moved away from Ye Chenfeng.
"Whew!"
When Yizang Heitian’s gaze shifted, Ye Chenfeng breathed a long sigh of relief.
Simultaneously, he began to assess Yizang Heitian, this guy indeed was bloodthirsty as a vice, wearing three or four wine gourds.
The carvings on the wine gourds were peculiar: so engraved with evil spirits, so with skulls, so with mysterious patterns.
Venerable among wines?
Indeed has quite a talent.
Ye Chenfeng rubbed his chin, secretly pondering who among himself and the Wine God was better.
"You’re from Divine Land!"
Before Ye Chenfeng could react, Yizang Heitian suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
Imdiately, both Ye Chenfeng and Chi Emiko were stunned.
Evidently, Chi Emiko hadn’t told Yizang Heitian about Ye Chenfeng, probably only about his drinking capacity.
"No, I’m here with you guys."
Ye Chenfeng deliberately said.
"There’s no need to quibble, you are indeed from Divine Land."
Yizang Heitian said coldly.
"Why do you think so, sir?"
Ye Chenfeng asked.
"Your drinking habits."
Yizang Heitian was frugal with words, always speaking in succinct terms.
Ye Chenfeng frowned: "Drinking habits? I think my drinking habits are the sa as yours?"
Chi Emiko also secretly nodded, when Ye Chenfeng drank her Hundred Flowers Brew, she did not feel Ye Chenfeng had any habits different from hers.
"No, although your gesture and form are no different from ours, your habits are ingrained. I once had an old friend whose drinking habits were exactly like yours. Such a habit isn’t seen with the eyes but felt here."
To Ye Chenfeng’s surprise, Yizang Heitian seriously explained.
Breaking Ye Chenfeng’s notion that he only spoke in brief sentences!
"Habits..."
Ye Chenfeng murmured the word, with two beams of light flickering in his eyes.
"Teacher, this is my friend, Ye Chenfeng!"
Chi Emiko said respectfully from the side, briefly introducing Ye Chenfeng to Yizang Heitian.
Yizang Heitian nodded: "Mm, I see."
Then, he left the conversation hanging, causing Chi Emiko to freeze, not knowing how to proceed with the topic.
"Sir, I heard you have other strong liquors?"
Ye Chenfeng asked curiously, but his gaze was fixed on the wine gourds hanging on Yizang Heitian.
"Yes, but they’re not for you to drink!"
Yizang Heitian said coldly.
Ye Chenfeng smiled, saying, "What do you an? Do you look down on ? Think I can’t withstand the effects of your other liquors?"
"Heh..."
Yizang Kuroten let out a cold chuckle: "Indeed, the power of Drunken Evil Spirit was dissolved by you, but I can tell the process was quite challenging for you!"
By these words, Yizang Heitian implied that Ye Chenfeng’s drinking capacity was limited.
Or rather, he didn’t hold Ye Chenfeng in any high regard at all!
Being underestimated, Ye Chenfeng certainly couldn’t bear it, and imdiately he said coldly, "Do you dare to make a bet with ?"
"Ah?"
Chi Emiko’s eyes brightened, revealing a hint of fear in the glimring light.
"What bet?"
Apparently, Yizang Heitian hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng to challenge him with a bet.
Yet, he was quite intrigued, as his dead fish-like eyes suddenly lit up.
Generally, there’s another attribute of those who love wine: they love gambling.
They often gamble over fine wines.
"Let’s bet whether I’ll get drunk on your liquors or not."
Ye Chenfeng’s smile deepened, holding a smile full of aning.
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