Zheng Kexian's sudden tenor voice startled Kang Erdong, who was standing next to him.
He looked around in complete bewilderment, almost breaking his neck in the process.
Su Yu, who had just sobered up, didn't react in time.
He was holding a purple gourd in his left hand and scratching the back of his head with his right.
Zheng Kexian stared intently at the gourd in his hand.
After taking several deep breaths, he asked in a deep voice, "You have received the legacy of the Wine Saint?"
Su Yu was taken aback: "Huh?"
"Then how did you end up with the Wine Saint's heirloom?" he continued.
He was getting a little anxious, worried that the old geezer inside might be trying to fool the children.
I absolutely have to go and explain the reasons today.
This is outrageous! Don't you know what level your Wine Saint lineage is at?
We, the pride of our generation, will follow you to brew wine, even if it means becoming a saint!
I'll curse him at his grave every day!
"Is this an heirloom?"
"I thought this gourd looked pretty good, so I tricked that uncle into giving it to me." Su Yu picked up the purple gourd and examined it carefully.
From the outside, this small gourd is nothing special.
An innocent gaze fell upon Zheng Kexian.
Zheng Kexian's brain went blank on the spot.
What?
Was it a hoax?
Is this something that can be fooled?
Beside him, Kang Erdong's eyes shone with pure admiration.
His legs even seemed to involuntarily want to kneel down and beg for a master.
Damn it, it has to be my junior brother!
They even managed to fool ancient powerful figures, taking away their inherited treasures without a second thought.
Then look at yourself...
He turned his gaze to Zheng Kexian.
Zheng Kexian's face darkened: "What are you looking at? We agreed on a 50/50 split, so it's a 50/50 split."
"You can't possibly take back what you've already taken out, can you?!"
Ignoring the aggrieved little thief, he looked at Su Yu again.
Are you sure you're just making this up?
"What exactly did you do in there?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yu immediately looked bitter: "Don't say anything more. You asked me to find the spirit wine jars, but I haven't found a single one."
"That uncle... uh, I should be the Wine Saint."
"As soon as we met, they grabbed me and started drinking, saying they wouldn't let me leave until they got me completely drunk."
"I don't know if what I drank was spirit wine."
"Just keep drinking and drinking until you black out, and forget everything about bone tempering."
"I just woke up too."
Zheng Kexian remained silent, his gaze slowly scrutinizing the Versailles boy before him.
Kang Erdong's eyes lit up, and his desire to become an apprentice grew even stronger.
He was only five skull fragments away from reaching the peak of the sixth rank, but his junior brother completed all of them in just one month.
That's absolutely incredible!
Seeing the strange expressions on their faces, Su Yu had no choice but to ask, "By the way, how long have I been drinking?"
"No more, no less, exactly one month," Kang Erdong replied.
"Damn it!!!" Su Yu cursed.
Damn it, in just one month, I might already be at the peak of the sixth rank by the time I went to the Sword Sect!
Drinking can lead to trouble!
He looked up at the sky, his face full of regret.
Seeing this, Zheng Kexian realized that the boy might genuinely not know.
Under the influence of such top-grade spiritual wine, it is easy to become self-deceiving.
Without someone else pointing it out, it could even fool heaven and earth.
"Cough cough cough."
He coughed twice and said in a pretentious tone, "Little Su, do you want to check your current cultivation level?"
The words fell.
Su Yu instantly unleashed an incomparably powerful aura.
A rich spiritual energy emanated from his internal organs, bones, meridians, flesh, and skin.
Upon seeing this, Kang Erdong almost drooled.
Zheng Kexian clicked his tongue and said, "Damn, even Tang Sanzang's flesh in Journey to the West is probably no better than this."
Su Yu was dumbfounded.
After drinking for a month, I've reached the peak of the sixth rank?
After drinking alcohol for a month, my blood pressure has dropped to nearly 200,000.
After drinking for a month, my mental strength has exceeded 20,000?
He's very arrogant now.
He's become so arrogant that he wants to take on the suit-clad thug in front of him.
The thug in the suit sneered, "I'm not going to live much longer, fighting you is a waste of my life."
"Keep your brute strength for yourself."
"Go fight any of the two great sword sects, I don't care if they're eighth or ninth rank, I'll fight them as soon as I see them."
"The Sword Sect is now the best stage for you to hone your skills."
Su Yu looked regretful.
Zheng Kexian ignored him and turned to look at Kang Erdong.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and absorb spiritual energy to temper your bones!"
"This is the most precious spiritual energy in the world."
Kang Erdong glanced at Su Yu, then looked at him: "But..."
"What's wrong? You're not going to complain?"
He quickly shook his head and sat down cross-legged to begin his cultivation.
Who cares, as long as it helps me improve my cultivation level.
It can even absorb the foot bath water of its junior brother.
Su Yu's innate Dao Body has taken another step forward, allowing him to sense someone's thoughts.
They quickly created some distance between themselves.
Damn, that's insane!
Not wanting to fight Su Yu, Zheng Kexian changed the subject, saying, "Judging from your expression, you still don't know what this gourd is?"
Su Yu nodded.
He laughed and said, "Take a look at the quality of this gourd first."
"A great treasure." Su Yu sensed it for a moment, then added, "However, it hasn't developed a spirit yet."
"There seem to be a few liters of wine inside."
Zheng Kexian, who had a calm smile on her face just a second ago, suddenly froze.
"What?!"
"A rare treasure?"
"When I came here back then, wasn't it just an ordinary spiritual treasure?"
"It's only been a few years, damn it?!"
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