Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent, Sleeping While Holding Each Other, How Long Will You Feed Me? A Lifetime?

In the darkness, a figure stood silently.

Tang Hao wore a tattered black robe, his hair disheveled.

A scruffy beard covered his entire face.

His clouded eyes were half-open, half-closed, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted from his body.

A polished wine gourd hung at his waist.

He was also a drunkard, but his drinking was completely different from that white-robed youth's.

Strong liquor burned his stomach painfully, yet it could not burn away the heavy stone weighing on his heart.

Having plotted for Ah Yin to sacrifice herself to become his ninth Soul Ring more than a decade ago seemed to have left him deeply unsettled.

Only one thing remained in his life:

Drinking, numbing himself.

Letting the surging guilt temporarily subside in drunkenness.

Yet when Fang Fan drank, the Soul Power within him quietly rose, and his Sword Intent became increasingly pure.

That was not drinking to drown his sorrows. It was entering the Dao through wine.

Tang Hao had not left with Tang San and Xiao Wu.

He had stayed behind, continuing to observe from the shadows.

Earlier, he had witnessed those two sword strikes from the drunkard.

With the first strike, the youth had not even opened his eyes. He had merely moved his fingers.

A Seven-Colored Light Sword had shot forth, scraping Dai Mubai's palm and piercing through the wall behind him.

With the second strike, Dai Mubai had attacked with all his strength. All three Soul Rings had lit up as he successively unleashed the White Tiger Body Barrier, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, and White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

The youth had merely yawned lazily and casually flicked his hand.

The Seven-Colored Light Sword had shattered all three layers of defense with devastating force.

It pierced Dai Mubai's arm and nailed him to the ground like a dead dog.

A level thirty-seven Soul Elder had been beaten into crawling out of the hotel by two sword-finger strikes.

Tang Hao remained silent for a long time before tilting back his head and taking a gulp of wine.

He recalled what he had been like at thirteen or fourteen, not long after breaking through to Soul Elder.

But compared to this youth, he would most likely have lost.

This was not a talent seen once in a century. This was a monster born perhaps once in a thousand years.

He gave the white-robed youth one final deep look, hoping he would not become enemies with Tang San.

If he truly dared harm his son, then even a once-in-a-millennium genius would still be courting death.

His tattered black robe fluttered lightly in the night wind.

The next moment, his figure melted into the night.

Fang Fan lay on the bed, his consciousness sinking into his body.

After the age of his first Soul Ring rose to over nine thousand years,

Its color changed from light purple to a deep purple-black.

The power it contained had increased by far more than a single level.

His Soul Power Level had also broken through from fifty-three to fifty-four.

Since awakening the Drunken Sword Immortal System half a year ago,

Every time he became drunk, he could capture a strand of Sword Intent and absorb it into his body.

This Sword Intent was called "Heaven-Slaying."

Once cultivated to mastery, it could even split open the heavens.

Before meeting Zhu Zhuqing,

His Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent had only accumulated to ten percent.

Yet in just one day, it had jumped to fifteen percent.

A full increase of five percent.

One day was equivalent to the previous three months.

When Zhu Zhuqing fed him wine, had her extremely yin, pure dark-attribute aura produced a subtle resonance with the Seven-Colored Light Sword?

Had it increased the Sword Intent's accumulation speed severalfold, or even tenfold?

Or was there some other reason?

Of course, this Sword Intent was a trump card for saving his life. Every use reset it to zero!

It needed to be accumulated again, so he would not use it unless necessary.

Zhu Zhuqing had just emerged from the bathroom and was drying her wet hair. She was as beautiful as a lotus rising from the water.

Then she heard another muddled "Wine" from the bed.

She sighed.

This guy had been drinking all day.

He had not stopped drinking from the wilderness all the way to Suotuo City.

She quickly walked to the bedside and bent over, looking at Fang Fan's slightly flushed face.

She had finally met a youth who had saved her from danger time and again.

She could not let him drink himself to death.

She placed two fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse.

His pulse was steady and strong.

It was nothing like the chaotic weakness of an alcoholic.

Instead, it was like a deep pool.

The surface was calm and still, but beneath it, boundless vitality slowly flowed.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

[ Ding! Zhu Zhuqing fed you a mouthful of wine. Drunkenness Value +10! ]

Fang Fan fell into a deep sleep amid a blissful hangover, a satisfied smile hanging from the corner of his lips.

Zhu Zhuqing expended considerable effort before moving him to one side of the bed.

She looked at the youth occupying more than half the bed.

Then she looked at the small remaining space.

After all, he had been lying on top of her all day and had not gotten off once.

This hotel only had one bed, so they could only squeeze in together.

She carefully lay down on the other side.

Deliberately leaving a little distance between them.

She pulled the corner of the blanket over herself.

Smelling the wine fragrance in the bedding and the crisp scent lingering on him,

The tips of her ears warmed slightly.

Before long, she too drifted into sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room, spreading warm golden light across the floor.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly woke up, her mind still immersed in the gentle dream from last night.

She had dreamed that she was sleeping while hugging her favorite cat plushie.

It was big and soft.

Warm and cozy.

She could not resist hugging it tightly.

Her whole face buried in its soft fur.

Then she fully opened her eyes.

What she saw was not a cat plushie.

It was a face right before her eyes.

Sword-like brows swept toward his temples, and his nose bridge was high.

His long, thick eyelashes cast shadows in the morning light.

Her hands were tightly wrapped around Fang Fan's waist.

Her face was buried against his chest.

Her entire body clung to him like an octopus.

And Fang Fan's arm was also wrapped around her waist.

Their legs were tangled together as well.

They fit together without a single gap.

Zhu Zhuqing froze completely, her mind blank.

She remained stiff in that position for a full three seconds.

Then she abruptly let go and recoiled as if she had been scalded.

She nearly toppled off the edge of the bed.

Her heart pounded like a drum, and her cheeks instantly burned scarlet.

So the big, soft cat plushie in last night's dream had actually been Fang Fan.

"How was it? Comfortable hugging me?"

Fang Fan's voice suddenly sounded, carrying the laziness of someone who had just woken up and a teasing smile.

He had somehow already awakened.

He was lying on his side, looking at her.

Those eyes that were usually hazy with drunkenness were a little clearer now.

Amusement glimmered in their depths.

The blush on Zhu Zhuqing's face spread from her ears down to her neck.

Her toes curled uncontrollably beneath the blanket, and she was so embarrassed she practically wanted to dig herself a three-bedroom apartment with her toes.

"N-No... it wasn't what you think..."

"It's fine. You were comfortable, and so was I."

Fang Fan rolled over, sat up, and stretched lazily.

"Quite well-endowed."

Zhu Zhuqing grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her face.

She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up entirely.

Fang Fan did not continue teasing her. He sensed the surging power within his body.

After a night of drunken sleep, his Soul Power had risen considerably again, and his level fifty-four foundation had completely stabilized.

What delighted him even more was that

The accumulation of his Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent had directly risen from fifteen percent last night to twenty-three percent.

An eight-percent increase overnight.

At this rate, it would take less than a few months to fill it completely.

Zhu Zhuqing was practically his lucky star.

"Where are you going next?"

Zhu Zhuqing finally poked her head out from beneath the blanket, the blush on her face not yet completely faded.

"I'm going to Shrek Academy."

"Of course we're going to Shrek together."

Fang Fan stood up and smoothed out his slightly wrinkled white robes.

"You need to keep feeding me wine."

"Alright."

Zhu Zhuqing agreed without even thinking.

"How long do I need to feed you?"

"A lifetime."

Fang Fan lightly uttered those two words as casually as if he were commenting on today's pleasant weather.

Zhu Zhuqing paused, feeling as though something had lightly bumped against her heart.

She pursed her lips and said with a stern face,

"Careful, or I'll drink you to death."

Fang Fan picked up the white jade wine flask and spun it once in his hand.

"The wine in this jade flask isn't ordinary wine. It can never be finished."

Zhu Zhuqing took the wine flask and shook it skeptically. She pulled out the stopper and tilted her head back to take a gulp.

"Ah—"

Her face instantly scrunched up.

A burning sensation rushed down from her throat.

It was as though she had swallowed a ball of fire.

It burned all the way down her esophagus into her stomach.

Tears nearly sprang from her eyes.

She bent over and spat out several mouthfuls of water.

Her eyes were red, while her lips glistened brightly from the wine.

This wine tasted awful.

How could he possibly drink it?