The Demon Race's Objective

You don't need to tell me this!

"Let me tell you another survival tip: when you're hungry, practice your Internal Cultivation. This will make you forget you're starving, and if you can drink water, you can survive for half a month without food."

"Who would want to know this kind of technique!"

Do you need me to tell you how to identify poisonous food in the wild?

"This kind of knowledge... seems somewhat useful. So tell me, how do you distinguish them?" Ying Zhou became somewhat interested.

"It's very simple. If you see something edible, take a bite. If it's okay, it's not poisonous. If it is poisonous, use your Internal Cultivation to neutralize it. After that, just remember its appearance."

"..." After a moment of silence, Ying Zhou spoke, "Then I also have a wilderness survival skill. As long as your Internal Cultivation is strong enough and your appetite is good enough, don't worry about whether it's poisonous or not, just eat whatever you can."

Xia Guanxue said seriously, "That is indeed a method, but it's an advanced technique. For most people, it's safer to use the method I suggested."

"Safe my foot! I never expected that you, with your cold and aloof demeanor, would actually tell a joke."

Murong Wu, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Brother Ying Zhou, is this a comedy routine you and Brother Xia prepared for me? It's really funny."

Ying Zhou thought to himself, "Who the hell is telling jokes? This guy is talking nonsense with a straight face!"

However, considering that denial might be more awkward than admission, Ying Zhou decided it was better to let the other party think he was joking on purpose. After all, if he wasn't joking on purpose, then he was just naturally funny, and he didn't want to be that kind of person.

After things quieted down, the three of them enjoyed their meal while admiring the moon. They didn't engage in any drinking games or similar activities, since none of them were that kind of person.

Suddenly, Murong Wu looked at Manyue and suggested, "How about we follow the plot of Brother Si Ming's novel and become sworn brothers?"

Chapter 827 The Demon Race's Purpose

"Who would want to become sworn brothers with a guy like that!" Ying Zhou exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glaring at Xia Guanxue and saying, "The thought of becoming sworn brothers with this guy makes me feel nauseous and disgusted; I can't accept it either physically or mentally."

Xia Guanxue calmly retorted, "I share your view on this point."

"Oh, is that so?" Murong Wu tilted his head and said, "I thought you two were good friends who became friends after a fight."

Ying Zhou sneered, "It's fine if we become friends after a fight, but let's forget about being good friends. We're incompatible by nature. It's more acceptable for us to be enemies than friends. Besides, look, doesn't our sworn brotherhood poem include the line, 'We don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year'? This guy has a pointed chin and no earlobes; he looks like a short-lived ghost. I don't want him to shorten my lifespan."

Xia Guanxue said, "No matter how good one's appearance is, it can't save someone who's courting death, especially those who act recklessly, are brave but reckless, and are self-righteous. Their lives are in danger at any time. Our ancestors told us never to get on the same boat as such people, otherwise it wouldn't be surprising if they sank us at any time."

Ying Zhou retorted, "A sharp-tongued, self-important fellow like you is most likely to offend people and will surely make countless enemies in the future. It wouldn't be surprising if you were killed at any time. If you're on the same boat as him, you might get attacked by sharks or whales."

The two pointed out each other's shortcomings, talking endlessly as if they had nothing to say. Ying Zhou, who was by nature short-tempered, soon lost control of his temper. Although he couldn't blow his beard, he could glare and slam his fist on the table.

Seeing the atmosphere tense and on the verge of exploding, Murong Wu quickly advised, "You two, stop arguing. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival; don't spoil the festive atmosphere."

Ying Zhou, like a fierce dog with its chains tightened, chuckled and sat back down, saying, "That's true. We finally managed to get so much stuff; we can't let it go to waste because of someone's lack of appreciation. Laozi 'm a mature adult; I don't argue with children."

"How childish." Xia Guanxue didn't want to say anything more.

"Why can't you all sit down and talk things out properly?" Murong Wu sighed.

Ying Zhou said nonchalantly, "Two tigers cannot share the same mountain. It's impossible for us to talk things out peacefully. Don't waste your time. But men can fight occasionally; it's good for their physical and mental health. Don't worry too much. We're not mortal enemies. I'll spare his life if necessary."

Xia Guanxue scoffed, not bothering to refute.

Ying Zhou broke open the seal of a wine jar, took a big gulp, and his eyes lit up. He exclaimed, "Good wine! Strong! Smooth! The people from Medicine King Valley really didn't fool me; it's truly good stuff!"

One of the three was Spirit Transformation Grandmaster. Even disregarding Si Ming's relationship, Medicine King Valley wanted to take this opportunity to build goodwill, so they naturally wouldn't be stingy with this kind of wine and brought out the best batch of treasures from their sect.

Fine wine is certainly precious, but it is far inferior to heavenly materials and earthly treasures. If one can establish a relationship with a few martial arts experts through this, it would be an extremely worthwhile deal.

Murong Wu smelled the aroma and immediately realized that the wine contained a lot of medicinal herbs. Drinking it would be very beneficial to the body. Although it could not counteract the harmful effects of alcohol, a martial artist's physique would not be greatly affected even if he got drunk.

He thought for a moment and immediately suggested, "Alright then, I won't try to persuade you two anymore, but you have to promise me that you won't fight, at most you can fight each other with words."

"A literary contest?" Ying Zhou scratched his head, then suddenly looked at the wine jar in his hand, chuckled twice, and showed it to Xia Guanxue, saying, "A martial artist's literary contest naturally can't be like a scholar reciting poetry; a drinking contest is what truly shows a man's character. Do you dare not use your Internal Cultivation and see who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"

Xia Guanxue glanced at it, said nothing, picked up a wine jar, broke the seal, and poured it into her mouth.

"I haven't even said 'start' yet, what's the rush!" Ying Zhou's eyes widened. "This guy looks like a refined scoundrel, but I didn't expect him to be so generous when it comes to drinking."

Xia Guanxue put down the wine jar, wiped her mouth, and said, "You've already drunk some, so I won't take advantage of you and give you an excuse if you lose."

"Who would make excuses! I was just letting you have your way because you're too thin and weak, so you wouldn't accuse me of bullying you."

"Just because you have a big belly doesn't mean you can drink more; it's not certain who's bullying whom."

"Since you're so determined to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

The two immediately started drinking, one after the other, each confident in their drinking capacity. While it might be an exaggeration to say they could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, drinking a hundred cups without changing their expression was not difficult. One had the physical qualities of Spirit Transformation, and the other had a powerful body that had activated the Asura Bloodline. Even if they were originally at the level of getting drunk after just one cup, they were enough to transform into heroes at the drinking table.

However, what the two were unaware of was that, in order to prevent its disciples from becoming alcoholics, Medicine King Valley deliberately added a special intoxicating fragrance to the wine. This did not affect the taste; on the contrary, it made the wine smell more fragrant. In this way, they forcibly limited the amount of alcohol consumed by those who were drunk, since excessive drinking did not conform to the principle of pursuing health among Medical School.

Even though Ying Zhou and Xia Guanxue were physically strong, they were quickly affected by the incense and became drowsy without using their Internal Cultivation. However, they assumed it was just the effect of the alcohol. Although they were surprised that their alcohol tolerance had decreased, they also assumed that the alcohol from Medicine King Valley had a strong aftereffect. They were unwilling to show weakness in front of each other, so they forced themselves to keep their eyelids open and not fall down.

Xia Guanxue may have sensed something was wrong, but partly because the alcohol clouded his thinking, and partly because he knew that if he spoke first, no matter how reasonable his words were, Ying Zhou would laugh at him for making excuses for his failure. So he preferred to say nothing.

The two men, stubbornly clinging to their pride, continued their drinking contest until they both lost consciousness.

The next morning, Ying Zhou awoke from his deep sleep, feeling refreshed and full of energy, without any of the hangover symptoms such as headache.

"It seems the wine from Medicine King Valley has great tonic effects. Heh, I'll have to ask them for a few more jars of this good stuff before I leave."

He was just pondering how to get some money from her when the door was pushed open, and Murong Wu walked in, smiling, "Brother Ying Zhou, you're awake."

"Yeah, I feel great! By the way, how's that guy? Is he still sleeping?"

Ying Zhou wondered if he should take the opportunity to draw a green hat turtle on the other party's face. Although the Spirit Transformation Grandmaster was very vigilant, he would become somewhat dull when drunk. As long as he restrained his hostility and did not trigger the other party's instinctive alertness, he was very confident that he could succeed.