[Target: Old Drunkard-late King Realm.] [Available items: superior martial root, S-rank talent Alcohol Addiction (inheritable), top-grade technique Yin-Yang Divine Water Art, supreme combat technique Water Dragon Sword Soul Slash, high-grade movement technique Carefree Step, high-grade spirit crystal x1, mid-grade spirit crystal x10, low-grade spirit crystal x150, constitution 200 points, agility 150 points, endurance 180 points, spirit 130 points, experience 1,000 points, gold coins...] [Available selections: 1.]
After quickly scanning the item list that popped up, Yun Che opened his mouth in surprise.
"An inheritable talent! Those are rare!"
"No wonder Yun Jin eventually became a powerhouse capable of holding his own, despite having only a mid-grade martial root."
Faced with a list full of good things, Yun Che once again found himself unable to choose.
Of course, the S-rank Alcohol Addiction talent wasn't what had him torn. Its greatest feature was accelerating cultivation through drinking.
For anyone else, this rare talent would be outrageously powerful and immensely helpful.
But for a freeloader like him who never cultivated, it would be of little use.
What really had him torn was the supreme combat technique versus those huge chunks of attribute points.
Only by triggering Divine Fortune's Turn could he grab so many attribute points at once. Opportunities like this were rare.
But a supreme combat technique was also a powerful finishing move he wanted.
His strongest combat technique was currently only top-grade. Though it wasn't weak and would serve him well even in the King Realm or Emperor Realm.
Still, having a trump card would undoubtedly take his combat strength up another notch.
"Forget it. My attributes aren't weak anymore. I'll get the supreme combat technique first."
[Ding! Grab successful. Congratulations on obtaining the supreme combat technique Water Dragon Sword Soul Slash.]
"I wonder what this Old Drunkard sees in Yun Jin?"
Yun Che stood there pondering how to lure the old man back to his courtyard.
With such a mighty expert around, his chances of obtaining large amounts of attribute points would increase considerably, and he could grow stronger much faster.
"Since he's called the Old Drunkard, booze should do the trick!"
With that thought, Yun Che bought a flask of fine wine from a nearby restaurant and held it under the Old Drunkard's nose for him to sniff.
The Old Drunkard twitched his ugly, bulbous nose, opened his eyes, and snatched the wine from Yun Che's hand. He drained it in a few large gulps, then went straight back to sleep.
Yun Che was dumbfounded. He had thought it worked, but the old man ignored him after drinking the wine! That was downright rude!
"Old man, you asked for this!"
Hearing Yun Che's aggressive words, the Old Drunkard cracked his eyes open and gave a disdainful snort.
Yun Che reached into his robes. When he pulled his hand out again, it held a thick stack of little storybooks.
It was a little embarrassing, but most of these had been grabbed from students. More importantly, they were all premium, out-of-print editions that were hard to buy.
In a world with so little entertainment, he refused to believe the old man wouldn't be interested.
Even someone who loved wine more than life couldn't drink every moment of every day. Surely he got bored sometimes.
"Would you care to learn about The Untold Story of Ximen Guangda and Sister-in-law Pan?"
"Sister Wang Next Door Invited Me to Wash the Dishes. This one's really steamy!"
The Old Drunkard's ears twitched slightly, as though his interest had stirred. Yun Che continued.
"My Unfilial Daughter Fell for My Enemy. Exquisite illustrations, rich content, twists and turns, and a gripping plot."
The Old Drunkard opened his eyes a sliver and sneaked a look at the cover. It really was beautifully drawn, and those legs were longer than his remaining lifespan.
The Old Drunkard slurped back his drool. Seemingly unwilling to submit to Yun Che's tyranny, he stubbornly kept pretending to sleep.
Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly and praised him. "You truly are a seasoned senior who's seen it all. I admire you."
"If these next two don't satisfy you either, I'll have no choice but to destroy them. Nobody appreciates their artistic merit anyway."
"The Lin Sisters After Seventy-Seven Nights. Sizzling illustrations that'll leave you spellbound and unable to stop."
"Her Last Night. Even King Qin praised it after reading it. A one-of-a-kind, out-of-print treasure."
With that, Yun Che ignored the now dumbstruck, drooling Old Drunkard, put away all the storybooks, and headed toward the academy.
The Old Drunkard snapped out of his daze and hurried after him.
"Young friend! Wait, young friend!"
"Who says nobody appreciates their artistic merit?"
"To tell you the truth, young friend, I was born into this world for the sole purpose of studying art."
Half an hour later, Yun Che settled the Old Drunkard beneath the lychee tree in his courtyard. He even had Amu bring the old man a rocking chair, with fine wine, meat, and peanuts set out beside him.
"Take your time reading and eating, senior. I have something to do, so I'll head out for a while."
The Old Drunkard waved him off with a quick, casual flick of his hand, as if to say, Hurry up and get lost. Don't disturb my study of art.
Holding the out-of-print storybook, the Old Drunkard practically wanted to press his eyeballs against the pages. His face and neck flushed bright red as he read.
Little Feng Chu, who was practicing her swordplay, glanced over out of curiosity. Her pretty face instantly reddened with embarrassment, and she silently cursed the shameless old man.
Little did she know that the source of all this was her dear master.
Yun Che sat in the restaurant closest to the Wang Family estate, waiting until the dead of night before leaving.
At around three in the morning, when people were sleeping most soundly, Yun Che slipped into the Wang Family estate.
With his movement technique, he could come and go without a trace right under the patrol guards' noses.
Before long, Yun Che found the Wang Family's Treasure Tower. Its walls were impregnable, and there wasn't even a single guard watching it.
Clearly, the Wang Family had absolute confidence in this Treasure Tower that had been passed down for three hundred years.
Yun Che examined the door lock. It was indeed an extremely complex mechanism. Without the combination, even a Grandmaster Realm expert probably couldn't break into this Treasure Tower built from mysterious essence iron.
After confirming that nobody was approaching, Yun Che began turning the combination lock. A few breaths later, there was a soft click, and the door opened.
The corners of Yun Che's mouth lifted as he slipped inside. Time was short, so he stuffed everything he saw into his game inventory.
Cultivation arts and combat techniques-taken!
Spirit herbs, precious fruits, and exotic flowers-taken!
Blades, spears, staffs, and clubs of every grade-taken!
Gold, silver, jewels, spirit crystals, and pills-taken!
In short, he wasn't leaving behind so much as a single copper coin.
"Huh! There seems to be a hidden compartment here!"
The hidden compartment was concealed by only a few simple decorations, so Yun Che found it easily. Inside lay nothing but an antique scroll.
At the same time, Wang Feng suddenly jolted awake. He had actually dreamed that someone had emptied his family's Treasure Tower, passed down for three hundred years. What an absurd, unrealistic dream.
The beautiful eighteen-year-old woman beside him woke from the disturbance and asked in confusion, "My lord, what's wrong?"
Wang Feng shook his head and gave her soft flesh a hard squeeze. "Nothing. Just a ridiculous, strange dream. Go back to sleep!"
Yet less than ten minutes after he lay down again, someone knocked on the door. A servant's terrified, trembling voice came from outside.
"Patriarch, disaster! The Treasure Tower has... has... has been emptied!"
At those words, Wang Feng shot outside like a corpse springing back to life and raced toward the Treasure Tower.
When he arrived, he was greeted by a sight he couldn't accept.
Empty!
The enormous Treasure Tower was completely empty!
Forget cultivation arts and combat techniques-not even a single copper coin remained.
Even the mysterious scroll he had deliberately placed in the hidden compartment was gone.
Pfft!
Overwhelmed by rage, Wang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
"My lord! Patriarch!"
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