The Old Beggar chuckled softly and looked at the young man before him. "If that's what you think, then so be it."
Then he staggered to his feet. His footing was unsteady, yet he never fell...
"With wine, I rejoice in freedom; without wine, I'm still mad."
"A thousand cups can't make me fall drunk. I alone am the Wine Sword Immortal!!"
Ye Shuangchen watched the Old Beggar stagger out of sight, while the book Drunken Sword Dao had been left behind...
"Heh, I'm already a cripple. Why should I learn anything from that old lunatic?" Ye Shuangchen laughed at himself, but the book Drunken Sword Dao seemed to possess some kind of magic, making it impossible for him to look away...
Moreover, a voice seemed to be telling him from within his heart: Pick it up. Cultivate it!!
Ye Shuangchen stared at the fallen Drunken Sword Dao and pondered for a long while. In the end, he followed his heart and picked it up...
"Clang...!!!"
Just as Ye Wuchen picked up the Drunken Sword Dao, an incomparably powerful Sword Intent suddenly shot straight into Ye Shuangchen's mind!!
As that Sword Intent, which had split the sky in two, entered Ye Shuangchen's mind, his entire body shook violently!!
Afterward, Ye Shuangchen sensed what seemed to be a person in his mind, teaching him. His consciousness sank into it as well...
There were no years in cultivation. Ye Shuangchen remained in that state for an unknown length of time, immersed in the Sword Intent within his mind. Someone taught him, and he followed along. Before long, he had grasped Sword Intent, and then the Sword Domain...
Ye Shuangchen comprehended Sword Intent here for ten days. During those ten days, the dispirited young man before the thatched cottage had long since vanished.