"My head hurts..."
Ye Xingchen clutched his forehead, uttered a line he often said, then slowly opened his eyes.
Sigh.
I got drunk again.
The Night Emperor began trying hard to recall yesterday, but his memories still stopped at the moment he had risen and lifted a bowl the size of a washbasin.
After several months of training his drinking capacity, he had grown accustomed to blacking out and losing consciousness, so his emotional fluctuations were no longer as intense as before.
To be precise.
He had already cast aside his face and dignity, so long as...
Feeling his stronger affinity for the Heaven and Earth Attributes, Ye Xingchen forced a smile onto his lips.
A Niu.
He had truly changed!
Whether this change was good or bad for Ye Xingchen no longer mattered. What mattered was that he could grow stronger, ascend to the Upper Realm sooner, and settle the score with that woman!
"Creak!"
After washing up, A Niu stepped outside.
"Junior Brother Ye, you were amazing yesterday! Not only did you win the drinking contest, you also won against the sword user and the brush user!" Su Xiaomo walked over from afar and gave him a thumbs-up.
Ye Xingchen was dumbfounded.
Didn't I only compete in drinking with that guy yesterday? When did I compete with swords and brushes too?
Inside the Main Hall.
Yi Feixue cupped his hands and said, "Sect Master Jun, your disciple's comprehension of the Sword Dao truly left Yi in awe!"
"This old man has competed in literary contests countless times, yet this is the first time I have seen someone write calligraphy as unrestrained as a heavenly horse soaring through the skies with a sword while drunk unconscious!" Xingyunzi said admiringly.
"You flatter him, you flatter him."
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