Mighty Man Nan Haomeng
It turned out that even cultivators who had only just reached Foundation Establishment were no longer ordinary people. After taking the Body Tempering Liquid twice and cultivating the Vajra Foundation Fist and True Self Meditation Scripture, Song Shuhang had not only become physically stronger—his capacity for alcohol had also grown immense.
In the past, he could at most fight Gao Moumou to a draw, but today he had boldly drunk the wily Lin Tubo and Li Yangde under the table.
After knocking those two guys out with alcohol, Song Shuhang still felt that his mind was exceptionally clear, his thoughts nimble, and his hands and feet agile. It was as if he had not just drunk a whole case and a half of alcohol, but merely a cup of plain water.
He carried the three hopelessly drunk guys onto the bed.
Then, Song Shuhang rinsed his mouth and got up to return to the dormitory—he had no interest in squeezing onto one bed with three drunkards.
As he walked alone, he somehow found himself in the chaotic alleyways of Great Fortune District again.
I probably won't run into that girl who got pinned against the wall again this time, right? After all, I already ran into her once this afternoon. He thought to himself, Unless that girl spends all day here getting pinned against walls, there's no way I'd run into her several times in one day.
The entire way was peaceful and uneventful.
The world is so peaceful. He nodded inwardly. If only every day could be this peaceful.
Come to think of it, when he had gone out to look for a house with Medicine Master previously, he had not run into any delinquents either. Things had been peaceful then, too.
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