A luxury apartment near Jasmine Bar.
"Drunken Life, Dreaming Death... there probably isn't a more miraculous wine in this world. I wonder if I'll ever get to drink the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death Young Master Chen brewed again."
Wrapped in nothing but a bathrobe, Yan Susu reclined on the sofa, her beautiful long legs and bare feet resting casually on the coffee table. Holding a small white jade bottle, she sighed with feeling.
"Auntie, is the wine that arrogant man brewed really that miraculous? Besides, how old is he? Could he really brew wine like that?"
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a long-haired girl, also wrapped in a bathrobe, walked out. She was Yang Xuefei, the daughter of the wealthy Yang Family of Xining. She had accompanied Yang Tiancheng to Nan City this time mainly to persuade Yan Susu to return to the Yang Family in Xining.
"Xuefei, you've never tasted Drunken Life, Dreaming Death, so you don't know what it tastes like. It's far more than just wine." A look of fond recollection appeared on Yan Susu's beautiful face.
Without truly tasting Drunken Life, Dreaming Death, one could not understand its wonders. It was an ultimate reality, yet also an ultimate illusion. In that state, one simply could not distinguish truth from falsehood, and wanted only to lose oneself in the dream woven by Drunken Life, Dreaming Death!
"No matter how miraculous it is, it's still just wine."
Yang Xuefei shook her head. Her impression of Chen Zheng consisted of nothing but arrogance and rudeness. That man was arrogant beyond all bounds and utterly ill-mannered.
Sooner or later, that man would pay for his arrogance!
Hearing this, Yan Susu merely smiled and shook her head gently. She handed the small white jade bottle to Yang Xuefei. "Xuefei, with your eye, you should be able to tell that this little white jade bottle is extraordinary. Take a look at how much it's worth, and you'll understand why Chen Zheng has absolutely no interest in an annual salary of ten million or fifty million."
"How much could a ceramic wine bottle possibly be worth... huh?"
Disdain appeared on Yang Xuefei's face. She had thought this little white jade bottle was merely a modern ceramic imitation of an antique, but the instant it reached her hand, her expression changed!
"This... how could it be! This thing!"
Yang Xuefei stared at the little white jade bottle, her eyes filled with astonishment!
"That power, right?" Yan Susu smiled alluringly. "Xuefei, you aren't an ordinary person. You should know what it means for an object to possess that power. Yet Young Master Chen used this object to hold the wine he brewed, then casually gave it to me. You should understand now."
"He... how is that possible!"
Yang Xuefei looked utterly incredulous.
Although the little white jade bottle looked perfectly ordinary, the instant she held it, the instant she sensed that power, she knew its value!
The little white jade bottle was far more than just an antique. In China's Ancient Martial Arts world, it would be a legendary transcendent artifact. There were only a handful of transcendent artifacts in all of China's Ancient Martial Arts world!
Yet Yang Xuefei simply could not believe that the fellow whose arrogance knew no bounds had casually given her aunt such an incomparably precious transcendent artifact!
"Whatever Young Master Chen's origins may be, Drunken Life, Dreaming Death and the little white jade bottle cannot be faked. So listen to your aunt, Xuefei. Don't provoke him. This man isn't someone you can afford to provoke, nor can the Yang Family."
Yan Susu spoke softly.
Yang Xuefei fell silent. She bit her lip slightly, her expression extremely complicated.
She was a very proud person, not merely because she had been born into an immensely wealthy family, but also because she possessed extraordinary talent. Yet at this moment, she had suffered a blow. Before truly crossing hands with that man, she had already suffered a blow!
Because the little white jade bottle that man had casually given her aunt to hold wine was already something she could only look up to!
The next day.
"I'm not going to Nan University. Chen Zheng, stay home and teach me to paint, okay?"
At Su Cheng's home.
As soon as An Jing got up, she found Chen Zheng in the living room and curled up right beside him, gazing at him like a pitiful little female kitten.
"You're exposing yourself."
Chen Zheng glanced at the neckline of An Jing's nightdress and reminded her.
With a casual glance, he had accidentally seen a few things. He could not be blamed for that; the problem lay with An Jing's nightdress and her posture.
"So what if I am? I don't mind, so what are you afraid of? Chen Zheng, I've quit my job at Nan University. From now on, I'll stick with you. What do you say?"
An Jing glanced down inside her neckline, but seemed not to mind at all. Still holding the same posture, she gazed at Chen Zheng as she spoke.
"Did you get a fever after drinking too much last night?" Chen Zheng frowned slightly and pressed the back of his right hand against An Jing's forehead to check her temperature. Then he smiled. "Perfectly normal. Beautiful An, you haven't fallen in love with me, have you?"
"I don't know what's going on. I woke up and found you more and more appealing."
An Jing thought for a moment before speaking. As she spoke, she suddenly rose, leaned her lovely head forward slightly, and kissed Chen Zheng right on the cheek. Afterward, she acted as though nothing had happened. "My head still feels a little dizzy. I'm going back to the bedroom to sleep some more. Call me at dinnertime."
With that, An Jing returned to the bedroom.
"...Sister An... really has fallen in love with you... isn't this a little too fast?"
Su Cheng had just come out of her bedroom as well. As she reached the living room, she saw what had just happened, and now stared blankly at Chen Zheng.
"I'm used to it."
Chen Zheng smiled faintly.
"..."
Hearing that, Su Cheng had nothing to say.
But just a few minutes later, Su Cheng came out of the bathroom and looked at Chen Zheng with a deep frown. "Something's happened at home. I need to go back."
"What happened?"
Chen Zheng asked.
"Some very strange things. Nothing good. I can't explain it all in a few words."
Su Cheng answered gravely.
"I'll go back with you. As your personal bodyguard, of course I have to protect you at all times."
Chen Zheng nodded.
"What about Sister An? Dinner..."
Su Cheng thought of An Jing.
"Let her order takeout herself."
Chen Zheng smiled.
"All right."
Su Cheng nodded too.
About half an hour later, at the Su Family's villa.
Something lay in the villa's main hall. It was not a person, but a huge eagle, a dead huge eagle. Its body was enormous, fully as tall as a person. This went far beyond anything the Su Family knew.
Judging by the claw marks on the floor and the bloody marks on Yu Canghai's disciple, Rushing Thunder Hand Wen Tailai, this huge eagle's fighting prowess had been frighteningly strong. There was another crucial point: in a luxurious modern city like Nan City, a large bird of prey like this should not have existed.
"If not for Nephew Wen, I might have lost my life today."
Su Ziming was still somewhat shaken.
"What exactly happened?"
Su Cheng frowned deeply.
"This morning, just as I was about to head out, a bird of prey flew into the yard. I thought it was a pet someone else in the neighborhood kept. I never expected it to suddenly grow larger and lunge straight at me. Fortunately, Nephew Wen was doing his morning exercises in the yard and saved my life."
Su Ziming spoke in a lowered voice.
"What? A bird of prey that can transform? This..."
Looking astonished, Su Cheng could only turn to Chen Zheng.
"Senior, this huge eagle had Grandmaster-level fighting prowess. If my martial arts hadn't improved recently, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to deal with this Grandmaster-level bird."
Wen Tailai spoke then, addressing Chen Zheng respectfully.