Each with Their Own Thoughts

The drinking went on until midnight.

They talked about everything under the sun, from the state of the world to insights into cultivation, from the movements of the Demon Race to amusing stories from their respective sects. The mood was warm and easy.

Li Xiao was in high spirits too. He did not use True Qi to dispel the alcohol and drank a fair amount in earnest.

At his current level of cultivation, getting drunk was no easy feat. But if he made no deliberate effort to resist it, the wine could still leave him a little light-headed.

By the time the gathering broke up, he was unsteady on his feet.

Back in his room, Li Xiao shut the door and finally let out a booming laugh.

He leaned against the door, tipped his head back toward the rafters, and could not wipe the grin from his face.

Of all the Seven Orifice Insect's abilities, the one he valued most was its power over fortune and destiny.

Fortune and destiny could not be seen or touched, yet they truly existed between heaven and earth.

In the novels he had read in his previous life, even lofty sages had stepped into the fray to fight for it. That alone showed how precious it was.

He had already slipped the Seven Orifice Insect's sub-insects into the pills meant for Huangfu Yuan and Su Chen.

The moment they swallowed them, the sub-insects would slip into their bodies unnoticed, begin drawing off their fortune and destiny, and slowly feed it back to him.

This journey to the front lines to fight the demons had yielded far more than he had expected.

Not only had he given his reputation a mighty boost and condensed a second strand of Sword Qi through the Life-Slaying Amitabha Sword