Mortal: I, Li Feiyu, a cultivator of attributes!

The few of them chatted and laughed while buying what they needed. After buying the daily necessities, Li Feiyu bought a few jars of wine.

Then he flew on his sword with all these things and pulled Han Li back to the cave.

During the whole process, Yin Po was very obedient, following them quietly without saying a word.

After they had sorted all these things out, Li Feiyu watched Han Li and Zhan Hun busying themselves.

"Oh, you act like a big shot. You are really my master, and we two are just like slaves."

Although Zhan Hun kept complaining, his hands never stopped moving. He was tall and very strong, and he had put these things in order in a short while.

"Don't complain here. Those who are capable should do more work. Since I am your master, you have to listen to me." Li Feiyu replied with a smile.

Zhan Hun is a typical person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. His complaints are just lip service. In fact, he really admires Li Feiyu in his heart.

The two of them would bicker with each other from time to time, which was also a different kind of fun.

Seeing the two of them like this, Han Li on the side smiled and didn't dare to say anything.

Li Feiyu liked this kind of atmosphere very much. He could feel the breath of life amid the noise and bustle, so they decided to live here.

For the first meal, Han Li cooked them a pot of fragrant rice, fried two kinds of vegetables, and brought up the braised meat they had bought.

The four of them sat here and happily ate their first meal. Li Feiyu also drank some wine. Zhan Hun was so greedy after watching it that he asked weakly, "Can I have some? I haven't had a drink in many years."

"Can sword spirits also drink alcohol?" Han Li asked curiously.

"Of course, I am a powerful sword spirit." The fighting spirit replied with his head held high.

Li Feiyu smiled and poured some wine into his glass, watching the wine being drunk up bit by bit.

After drinking the wine, Zhan Hun suddenly became inspired to write poetry. He started to mumble poems and compose couplets. When he was excited, he raised his sword and played with it in front of a few people. After playing with the sword for a while, he just smiled happily to himself.

Li Feiyu felt something was wrong. He began to pay attention to the behavior of Zhan Hun. This guy was big and strong, and he was once the God of War. Could it be that he got drunk after drinking one glass? Is this so funny?

Seeing Zhan Hun's flushed face and staggering gait, Han Li felt something was wrong. He looked at Li Feiyu and asked, "Master, did he...drink too much? He only drank one glass, and this happened?"

"I didn't expect that this guy's alcohol tolerance is so poor and his drinking habits are really bad." Li Feiyu shook his head and complained.

"Haha, I am the God of War. No one is allowed to say that I have a poor alcohol tolerance. If you hear me again, I will kill you! Also, I have been a powerful figure for so many years. I want to kill all the demons in the world. No one can stop me." The War Spirit shouted with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Zhan Hun, what are you doing? I am your master Li Feiyu. I order you now to go back to the sword and sleep!" Hearing Li Feiyu's cold voice, Zhan Hun instantly wilted, and in the blink of an eye turned into a ray of golden light and returned to the sword.

"Master, I can see that Zhan Hun is very happy. He was the God of War before? How did he become a sword spirit?" Han Li asked curiously.

Li Feiyu told him the story of the fighting spirit while drinking.

How did Li Feiyu get this sword, and how did he know the secret of this sword spirit? Han Li listened with great interest, and he felt that this world of cultivating immortals was really interesting.

"Master, I think this world of cultivating immortals is really a wonderful world. Everything is so interesting. Do you think that after becoming an immortal, we will be free from worries?" Han Li asked Li Feiyu with a face full of joy.

"How is that possible? Humans have seven emotions and six desires, and so do gods, so how can they not have troubles? They just don't show it!"

Li Feiyu took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Humans have many troubles, and being an immortal also has many troubles. Each has its own advantages."

"But I feel that I am very happy now. I can eat enough, wear nice clothes, sleep when I want, and eat when I want. This is the life I have always dreamed of. I didn't expect that it has come true now." Han Li said with a silly smile.

"You, why are you so ambitious? You really have no ambition. You have to know that this is just the beginning. There is still a long way to go. This road of cultivation is destined to be extraordinary."

"Although I don't understand it now, I remember Master's teachings and must not forget them."

"It's good to know. You know what? There are some things that I don't know how they will develop in the future. Let's experience it slowly together as master and disciple."

Li Feiyu and Han Li talked a lot. Li Feiyu also drank a lot of wine. After returning to his room, he fell asleep.

It's quite comfortable to sleep here, it's very cool and not as stuffy as outside.

He slept soundly and darkly, and when Li Feiyu woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky.

When he woke up completely and smelled the delicious smell of food, Li Feiyu immediately put on his clothes and came out. Then he saw Han Li, whose small body was cooking porridge by the stove.

Yinpo was also helping to burn firewood, and it seemed that the two of them were getting along well.

Hearing the footsteps gradually becoming clearer behind him, Han Li turned around with a smile.

"Master, I made you some porridge. I saw you drank a lot of wine last night. I guess your stomach will feel uncomfortable when you wake up. Eating some porridge will make your stomach feel much better." (End of this chapter)