Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan stretched out both hands, extending nine fingers.

"Hiss!" Zhou Yixian gasped sharply as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan's five outstretched fingers. It was as if they weren't five fingers, but five insurmountable mountains. He exclaimed in horror:
"I never imagined you'd have a 90% success rate in becoming an immortal! Brother Zhang, you're really going to ascend to heaven..."

"Ahem!" Zhang Xiaofan coughed lightly twice and said:

"Actually, it's not 90%, it's 99%."

"Ninety-nine percent?" Zhou Yixian exclaimed in shock, his body swaying as if he were about to faint. He remained dazed for a moment before regaining his senses, and then exclaimed in horror:

"A 99% success rate? Isn't that practically a path to immortality?"

"Why talk about a success rate? Just say you're guaranteed to become an immortal."

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and said seriously:

"Even with a 99% success rate, there's still a 0.1% failure rate, which is still very dangerous."

"Holy crap!" Zhou Yixian exclaimed in shock, staring blankly at Zhang Xiaofan, and said:
"A 0.1% failure rate, and you're telling me it's dangerous? I really want to slap you to death, but I can't beat you. It's so frustrating."

"Hiss!" Jin Ping'er, who was standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

She knew all too well how difficult it was to become an immortal; it was practically impossible. For tens of thousands of years, countless people of unparalleled talent, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, with profound cultivation and unmatched wisdom, had failed to become immortals.

Zhang Xiaofan's 99% success rate in achieving immortality was astonishing to her.

Moreover, Jin Ping'er had no doubt about the truthfulness of Jin Ping'er's words.

Because she had known Zhang Xiaofan for so long, she knew him very well and knew that he had his own pride and would not lie about this matter.

Oh, right, Jin Ping'er suddenly remembered something, namely her bet with Zhang Xiaofan.

If Zhang Xiaofan becomes an immortal within fifty years, she will marry him and let him do as he pleases without complaint.

If Zhang Xiaofan cannot become an immortal within fifty years, then he will leave Biyao and come to her side to help her unify the Demonic Sect and the entire world.

She made this bet because she knew that no one had become an immortal in the past ten thousand years, and even those with extraordinary talents had less than a 50% chance of becoming immortals.

Therefore, she was certain that no matter how amazing Zhang Xiaofan was, even if he was a genius like Qingye Zhenren of the Qingyun Sect, he would definitely not be able to become an immortal.

That's why she confidently made this bet with Zhang Xiaofan.

She thought victory was assured, having gained a prodigy to help her unify the world. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaofan proved to be far more capable than the legendary genius, Qingye Zhenren.

Even calling Zhang Xiaofan a once-in-a-millennium genius would be an underestimation of him.

Because no one has become an immortal in the past ten thousand years.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'er looked down at her voluptuous, alluring, and curvaceous body, and thought to herself:

Ugh!
Beautiful body, cherish the time when you are still pure and innocent.

Because, before long, you will be possessed...

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'er looked at Zhang Xiaofan with longing eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan felt Jin Ping'er's gaze, turned his head and looked at her, meeting her expectant eyes, and said:

"Jin Ping'er, why do you have such an expression? You are usually so resourceful, you don't seem like the kind of woman who would show such an expression."

"Pah!" Jin Ping'er spat lightly, looking utterly helpless.

"I am confident in myself, and I have always been resourceful and quick-witted, but that is in comparison to other people."

"But even with my wisdom and resourcefulness, I'm afraid I'll lose to you..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan instantly understood why Jin Ping'er looked so speechless; it turned out she was thinking about their bet. It seemed that now that he was about to become an immortal, the usually confident Jin Ping'er had been dealt a blow.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan gently patted Jin Ping'er's head and smiled:

"Don't be afraid, don't be sad. Go back and take a good shower. I'll give you a massage to ease your feelings of failure. I guarantee it will instantly excite you."

“Uh…” Jin Ping’er was taken aback upon hearing this, then, as if realizing something, she glared fiercely at Zhang Xiaofan and spat:
"Hmph, you're really hungry. You're eating Biyao, and now you want to eat me too. What a greedy man."

"Haha..." Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, ignoring Jin Ping'er, and looked at Zhou Yixian:

"Come on, senior, let's continue drinking."

Zhou Yixian thought that Zhang Xiaofan had a 99% chance of becoming an immortal, so wasn't becoming an immortal a sure thing?

So, not long after, Zhang Xiaofan will successfully overcome the tribulation to become an immortal, become an immortal, the only immortal in ten thousand years, and the only true immortal in this world.

So, in other words, he is now essentially drinking with an immortal.

This is an immense honor.

Moreover, his granddaughter liked Zhang Xiaofan.

Although he knew that Zhang Xiaofan was of good character, treated women very well, and was very powerful, it was normal for him to have three wives and four concubines.

However, although he agreed to let his granddaughter marry Zhang Xiaofan after her death and serve him alongside other women, he still harbored some resentment in his heart.

However, it is different now.

Zhang Xiaofan will soon undergo the tribulation to become an immortal and become a true immortal.

The only true immortal in the world has three wives and four concubines, and he treats his women extremely well.

It should be an honor for Xiao Huan to marry the immortal Zhang Xiaofan. Logically speaking, it should be Xiao Huan's good fortune.

After all, there are beautiful women in the world every year, but there is only one true immortal in the world in the past ten thousand years: Zhang Xiaofan.

No matter how you look at it, it's all Xiao Huan's good fortune.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yixian was filled with excitement, his aged face beaming with joy. He gripped the large bowl tightly, clinked it against Zhang Xiaofan's, and laughed loudly:
"Haha... Come on, Brother Zhang, let's keep drinking!"

And so, Zhang Xiaofan and Zhou Yixian chatted happily while drinking strong liquor.

Beside him, the pretty Xiao Huan sat leaning against Zhang Xiaofan, her innocent gaze occasionally sweeping across his face, captivated by him.

Jin Ping'er changed her usual style and transformed into a knowledgeable and reasonable woman. Whenever Zhou Yixian and Zhang Xiaofan finished their bowls of strong liquor, she would immediately pour them a large bowl.

Half an hour later, the large jar of strong liquor on the table was empty.

Even the usually mysterious Zhou Yixian Sword was now covered in a red blush, a testament to the rich aroma and potency of the Jin Clan's century-old treasured liquor.

No wonder, Zhou Yixian drank it once when he traveled to the Jin tribe, and he remembered the taste and aroma of this strong liquor.

No wonder Dao Xuan Zhenren and Wan Jianyi praised the strong liquor after drinking it.

Now that the wine was gone and they had finished their conversation, Zhang Xiaofan stood up, bowed to Zhou Yixian, and said:
"Senior, I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now. We can drink again another day."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yixian swayed as he stood up, and even bowed to Zhang Xiaofan, his face flushed and drunken, saying:

"Brother Zhang, until next time...we'll drink together again next time!"

"May you successfully overcome the tribulation to become an immortal and become the only true immortal in this world!"

(End of this chapter)