Ye Xingchen truly could not hold his liquor. After taking a small sip of Drunk Life Dream Death, he blacked out and headed for the Sheep Pen.
Fortunately, Li Qingyang pulled him back in time. Otherwise, he would have been sleeping apart from his bed again.
It was unbearable. It was painful!
However, Pei A'niu, who was inside the Spirit Gathering Array, had already forgotten his unhappiness.
At that moment, he was immersed in cultivation. Although he had slept for two hours, he was still in a state of rapidly absorbing Spiritual Energy.
The boost from Drunk Life Dream Death did not conflict with his Spiritual Vein Body or the Qi Gathering Pill at all. With all those effects stacked together, his speed of absorbing spiritual energy was simply terrifying!
In this regard, even He Wudi, whose Spirit Root surpassed God-grade, could not compare.
After moving into Lingyan Pavilion, Ye Xingchen had risen three grades in succession. His Martial Dao Realm was now the highest among the disciples. With Drunk Life Dream Death aiding him, he would surely continue marching onward in triumph.
Therefore.
He became conflicted again!
The sect master had previously said that the wine which enhanced spiritual energy absorption was still being brewed, and that he might be able to drink a small cup every day in the future. With his poor tolerance for alcohol, would he not make a fool of himself every day?
This time, kindhearted Li Qingyang had pulled him back in time. But if no one was around in the future and he ended up sleeping in the cattle, sheep, chicken, or duck pens, he would be utterly humiliated!
"Damn it!"
The more the Night Emperor thought about it, the more conflicted and miserable he became.
Should he uphold his dignity and stick