The Venerable's Little Notebook
The Wind-Thunder Secret Realm, the Heavenly Sound Pavilion.
Inside the private room, the glass lamps cast a soft, starlight-like glow, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of herbs and trees and the rich aroma of wine characteristic of the Mystic Elf Race.
Tang Ping, carrying a half-empty jar of "Drunken Star River," moved unsteadily through the dance floor with clear eyes. The skirts of the Elf girls around him fluttered, and their silvery laughter rose and fell. He casually patted the flowing gauze sleeves and picked an Ice Crystal Fruit from the fruit plate that was handed to him, eliciting a burst of coquettish whispers.
"Your His Highness is so naughty!" The Elf in the pink dress laughed, clutching her tickled waist. "You've tugged at the hem of your skirt so much it's bulging! Sing a song!"
Tang Ping slammed the wine jar down on the jade table beside him, let out a hearty burp filled with the aroma of wine, and announced loudly, "Hahaha! I'm in a great mood today, so all the Elf will be rewarded: 100,000 Universe Coin each, directly transferred to your accounts!"
"Thank you for His Highness kindness, Your Highness!" "Your His Highness, you are the most generous star!"
The chirping of birds instantly filled the entire attic. A sharp-eyed Elf noticed that he was swaying quite a bit, so she quickly stepped forward and affectionately supported his arm, as if afraid that he would catch a cold, and quietly placed his hand on her warm lower abdomen to warm it.
The other green-haired Elf was even more considerate, bringing over a soft stool and kneeling down to place his feet on her thighs and massage them, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes full of flattery.
"How thoughtful." Tang Ping chuckled to himself.
He appeared to be so drunk he could barely stand, but in reality, his mind was clear.
After eight hundred years of arduous struggle, the Black Warrior has finally achieved his goal. What's wrong with indulging for a few days? Besides, he was well-prepared, having specifically cultivated a "Soul Locking Secret Canon." His key memories were sealed layer by layer, so unless someone interrogates him using Soul Enslavement technique, he would never speak nonsense while drunk.
That's the source of his confidence to drink so freely.
"Life is short, so seize the day! Let's drink and be merry while we can!" Tang Ping grabbed the wine jar and took another big gulp, waving his hand and shouting, "Don't stop! Play music! Dance! Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"
This drinking lasted for ten days and ten nights. The Elf of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion were replaced three times. Some couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the soft couch, while others forced themselves to smile. However, Tang Ping, with his physique at the peak of the Peak World Lord Rank with ten times the genetic power, became more and more courageous in battle.
Of course, he never forgot to keep his promise, and every Elf who accompanied him received a generous reward: a minimum of one million Ganwu Coin for the first meeting, and five million coins for those who provided attentive service and could chat with him about the Law Comprehension.
The moment the transfer notification sounded, all weariness and resentment vanished, replaced by a beaming smile.
"Ah, this is the world of the rich! 99% of our worries are gone!" Tang Ping tilted his head back and finished the last swig of wine. He casually pushed away the Universe Level Elf who was leaning in, ignoring her tearful expression. He staggered onto the center of the stage and began to dance like the Alien Race. His movements were comical but exuded a carefree and flamboyant air.
In the shadows of the corner, a Little Cat Girl, no bigger than a palm, huddled up, her pointed ears drooping, her tail nervously wrapped around her calves.
She had followed her master for eight hundred years and couldn't understand what was happening before her. For the first eight hundred years, her master was an ascetic who pushed himself to the brink of death, venturing into Ice Cold Cavern for 100,000 kilometers, and fainting was commonplace for him; but these past few days, her master was acting like a spoiled brat who deserved a beating!
What puzzled her even more was that some Elf, after receiving the money, would turn around and roll their eyes at the wall, clearly disliking them but smiling sweeter than flowers.
"Humans are so strange." The Little Cat Girl patted her head with her paw.
Just then, the door to the pavilion was pushed open with a "whoosh," and a graceful figure strode in.
The newcomer wore a royal blue off-shoulder dress, the hem of which shimmered with light as it swept across the ground. Her long, white, and straight legs were clearly visible. She was none other than Feng Yaya, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion and a Domain Lord- level expert.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw Tang Ping on the stage, gesticulating wildly. Her delicate brows furrowed instantly, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes.
As someone close to Tang Ping, she naturally knew about the Venerable's strict requirements for his disciples and was also aware of the pressure Tang Ping had been under over the years.
Feng Yaya rushed forward to support Tang Ping, who almost fell, her voice urgent. "Your His Highness! The thousand-year period is almost up. Master will be back soon to check your cultivation. Stop playing around and go cultivate!"
Tang Ping let out a hiccup, slapped her hand away, and laughed loudly, "Cultivation? Cultivate my ass! Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"
"I've become Black Warrior now, can't I reward myself properly?" He then reached out and put his arm around Feng Yaya's waist, wanting to pull her to jump with him.
But the next second, Feng Yaya's body suddenly stiffened, and she knelt on the ground, trembling, her voice trembling with awe:
Owner!"
"Greetings, Master!" The previously noisy Elf instantly fell silent, kneeling in unison on the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Huh?
Tang Ping's laughter stopped abruptly, and he sobered up considerably in an instant.
He turned his head stiffly and saw a little girl dressed in black standing at the door of the attic. Her face was chubby, but her Double Pupils, like purple lightning, were staring intently at him. Her delicate little hands were clenched so tightly that they cracked, and her small body was trembling slightly with anger.
It was none other than his master, Wind-Thunder Venerable, who had been in seclusion for eight hundred years!
"Master, Master, please let me explain—" Tang Ping's voice was slightly panicked.
What a coincidence! His master hasn't appeared for over eight hundred years, and he's only been indulging for a few days when he bumps into him!
"Bang!" Without saying a word, Wind-Thunder Venerable flashed to Tang Ping's front and punched him to the ground. Then he sat on Tang Ping's back and started pounding him with his little fists.
"Every time I come back, I find you fooling around! And you're going to explain? Explain that you've cultivated for eight hundred years, only to be caught red-handed as soon as you came out of seclusion, is that it?"
"Still trying to train like a ball? I'll beat you into a ball today! What a coincidence! Watch out!"
"Ah~! Master, spare me! I was wrong!" Tang Ping's screams echoed throughout the Heavenly Sound Pavilion. In his struggle, he spat out a mouthful of wine, which splashed right onto Wind-Thunder Venerable's black robes.
The loli-like master's delicate body trembled violently, her eyes flashed with even fiercer light, and her fist swung even faster. "You dare spit on me! I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Half a day later, on Purple Lightning Cliff.
Tang Ping stood to the side, his face bruised and swollen, and handed over video evidence of his eight hundred years of arduous cultivation. From comprehending the laws on the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele to tempering his will in the Ice Cold Cavern, every scene was recorded clearly.
After watching the video, Wind-Thunder Venerable's face showed a hint of embarrassment. She coughed lightly, turned her face away, and said, "Hmm... I did misunderstand you. I apologize. Or, why don't you hit me back?"
Tang Ping's eyes lit up instantly!
Beat up the Venerable One? If word got out, Tang Ping would be the only Realm Lord who could go toe-to-toe with the Venerable, and even Luo Feng would have to show him respect!
He immediately clenched his fists, rubbed his hands together, and stepped forward eagerly.
Just as his fist was about to touch his master's cheek, Wind-Thunder Venerable suddenly pulled out a black notebook and began writing something rapidly with his head down.
Tang Ping was taken aback. He leaned closer to take a look and saw that the notebook was filled with densely packed names and events. The last entry was. "Virtual Universe Company, Venerable Boswa humiliated Tang Ping."
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Most of these entries are marked with a bright red horizontal line.
Tang Ping swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "Master, what does this red line mean?"
Wind-Thunder Venerable looked up, put the notebook back in his pocket, and said in a nonchalant tone, but his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness. "Oh, I forgot you're still here."
These are all my enemies; those marked with red lines have been dealt with. Alien Race that make me uncomfortable—kill them all, death absolves all debts; as for my own kind, those below the Venerable are imprisoned in the Fifth Prison for hard labor, and those above the Venerable have at least 50% of their divine bodies shattered. If they can't defeat them, call my master for help."
She paused, then flashed a sweet smile, looking up at Tang Ping with her pretty face, her Purple Lightning Heavy Pupils sparkling. "It's alright, none of this has to do with you. Come on, hit me already."
Tang Ping looked at his master's innocent yet ruthless face, slowly withdrew his fist, and his lips twitched.
Waaah, so what if you're Cosmic Venerable?