Roaming the Mortal World, Encountering Wan Renwang!

Bai Ye left the Qingyun Sect.

The Qingyun Sect remained as tranquil as ever, without the slightest ripple. Only a few people on Dazhu Peak knew that Bai Ye had departed.

There was no great sentimentality, nor did he ask anyone to see him off.

Bai Ye had always been accustomed to coming and going alone.

At this moment, Bai Ye's heart was filled with excitement.

He had spent ten years in the Qingyun Sect and had never once left the sect. Now, he could finally take a proper look at the splendor of the world.

Without a map, Bai Ye simply followed his heart. Wherever he went was where he went.

Along the way, he wandered and lingered.

Life was long, with only wine for company.

Bai Ye passed through quite a few small towns and villages, witnessing many tales of the martial world.

He saw plenty of bloodshed and violence, plenty of happy families, and plenty of so-called people of the Demonic Path.

All in all, the lands within a thousand li of the Qingyun Sect were fairly safe.

The people here lived rather peaceful lives.

However, the farther one traveled from the Qingyun Sect, the more chaotic things became. Murder, arson, and plunder remained all too common.

Even though Bai Ye kept an extremely low profile along the way, he could not avoid being targeted by bandits.

Naturally, Bai Ye did not spare those blind fools. Their deaths were painless; they left this world in an instant, which was not so bad for them.

He continued onward, wandering and stopping along the way.

Since he only had a general direction in mind, Bai Ye was not entirely sure of his location. Whenever he arrived somewhere, he would ask passersby where he was.

It had already been a week since he last asked someone for directions.

He only knew that this place seemed to be not far from somewhere called Mount Kongsang.

When he heard the name Mount Kongsang, Bai Ye paused slightly before smiling faintly.

He had not expected that, after wandering about in circles, he would actually arrive within the territory of Mount Kongsang.

Following a mountain path for roughly two hours, Bai Ye finally stepped onto the main road.

The main road was naturally much wider, and the number of people gradually increased. After asking about the nearest village or town, Bai Ye gained a rough idea of where he was and headed directly north.

That day, the sun hung high in the sky, and the heat was unbearable.

There was a tea stall by the roadside beneath a large tree. Five or six people were already seated within it.

Bai Ye stopped as well, taking a seat at a small table. He handed over a piece of silver and asked for whatever food they had.

Though it was called a tea stall, it also sold small pastries and the like.

And truth be told, they tasted rather good.

"Gulp, gulp!"

"When life is going well, one must enjoy it to the fullest; never let a golden cup stand empty beneath the moon!"

With a hint of drunkenness and a faint flush on his smiling face, Bai Ye took several more swigs of wine.

This naturally drew the attention of many present. Though Bai Ye was drunk, he wore white robes like snow and had an immortal sword hanging at his waist, looking like a sword immortal. They could tell that this drunken young man was no ordinary person.

"Well said!"

"When life is going well, one must enjoy it to the fullest; never let a golden cup stand empty beneath the moon." "This poem truly captures the lives of countless ages."

At that moment, a gentle voice came from the table beside Bai Ye.

Bai Ye raised his head slightly and looked over.

It was a middle-aged Scholar with narrow brows and a square face. His features exuded refinement, his eyes shone brightly, and his forehead was full. Yet beneath that elegance was a faint aura of authority that needed no anger to command respect.

Clearly, such bearing was not something ordinary people possessed.

"Brother, would you like a drink?"

Looking at the middle-aged man, Bai Ye laughed freely, utterly unrestrained.

"Why not?"

"Then I'll thank you, little brother, for your fine wine!"

The middle-aged Scholar was taken aback for a moment before smiling faintly. Without the slightest hesitation, he sat down opposite Bai Ye.

Seeing this, Bai Ye smiled and nodded.

"Brother, your bearing is extraordinary. You don't seem like an ordinary man."

As he spoke, Bai Ye filled an empty bowl before the man with wine.

The moment the wine was poured, a fragrance of green bamboo and a hundred flowers spread through the air.

As soon as that aroma emerged, many of the tea drinkers present unconsciously swallowed. This was certainly no ordinary fine wine!

"Hahahaha!"

"Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar?"

"Today seems to be a good day. Everyone, have a bowl."

With a wave of his hand, the Drunken God Gourd rose into the air. Five streams of wine poured from the gourd, landing with perfect precision in the empty bowls of the people at the tea stall.

"Thank you, sword hero!"

The people at the tea stall showed a trace of gratitude. Naturally, they knew this wine was extraordinary, and so was the man who had offered it.

"Little brother, you truly are forthright!"

Seeing Bai Ye's carefree manner, the middle-aged Scholar was surprised. He then picked up the earthen bowl and took a sip.

"The wine is cool and crisp, carrying the fragrance of bamboo and a hundred flowers. More importantly, it seems to strengthen the soul and invigorate the mind."

"This wine is among the finest in the mortal world!"

The middle-aged Scholar's expression shifted as he immediately praised it.

"Brother, you truly know good wine. This wine was made from century-old bamboo from the Qingyun Sect, blended with a hundred flowers and brewed in a cold pool for three years. It can be called one of the finest wines in the mortal world."

Bai Ye smiled faintly.

"The Qingyun Sect?"

"So little brother is a disciple of Qingyun. As expected of a renowned and mighty sect, capable of producing a talent of such bearing as you."

The middle-aged Scholar froze for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Hahahaha! What renowned and mighty sect? In the end, we are only people!" Bai Ye took several more swigs of wine, then smiled at the middle-aged Scholar. "Brother, your bearing is extraordinary as well! You must not be an ordinary man, right?"

"My surname is Wan, and my given name is Renwang. If you don't mind, little brother, you may call me Brother Wan."

"Wan Renwang! What an extraordinary name."

A glint flashed in Bai Ye's eyes.

"It is merely a mundane name, nothing worth mentioning. Little brother is a member of the Qingyun Sect and clearly possesses profound Daoist Techniques. That is what the world truly admires."

Wan Renwang looked at Bai Ye, his attention shifting to the Demon Suppressing Divine Sword at Bai Ye's waist. "Little brother, this divine weapon of yours is truly frightening. It has not even left its sheath, yet its imposing pressure is already apparent."

"If the blade were drawn, I fear it would be a peerless weapon of slaughter in this world."

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz!

As if it had sensed Wan Renwang's words, the Demon Suppressing Divine Sword emitted a faint hum, and a trace of its aura slowly spread.

Seeing this, Bai Ye smiled calmly and ran his hand over the Demon Suppressing Divine Sword, soothing it.

"It's decent enough."

"Among the treasures of the world, no more than three can surpass my Demon Suppressing Divine Sword."

Hearing Bai Ye praise himself so boldly, Wan Renwang's refined expression showed a trace of surprise. He then burst into laughter. "Little brother, you truly speak your mind. But I believe what you say."

After a pause, Wan Renwang fixed his gaze on Bai Ye.

"And little brother, you seem to know something of my identity?"