The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 467 Lost Soul
"Look into my eyes, use the Soul Transfer Technique!"

With a soft shout from Xu Xingchen, his eyes began to ripple, like the ripples caused by a pebble thrown into a calm lake, filled with a mesmerizing magic.

When Kang Min's bewildered eyes met those strange gazes, she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss from which she could never escape.

"Tell me the reasons and details of your actions against Qiao Feng."

Xu Xingchen's voice, like a sacred sound descending from the heavens, resounded and ethereal, falling into Kang Min's heart.

In a dazed state, coupled with the bewitching power of the Soul Transfer Technique, Kang Min was powerless to resist and recounted the cause, process, and result of her attack on Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng, with a cold expression, listened quietly as the woman he regarded as his good brother's wife recounted a series of chilling and disgusting things.

Perhaps because this woman was the person involved and viewed the matter from her own perspective, her story was more naked, evil, vivid, and specific than Xu Xingchen's previous account.

In the process of narrating, Kang Min brought her own emotions into the story, revealing many extremely ugly character traits such as selfishness and jealousy, love turning into hatred, dissolute behavior, and the desire to destroy what she cannot have, fully exposing her venomous nature.

As he listened intently to the story of the woman before him who wanted to destroy him, Qiao Feng's aura grew increasingly cold and indifferent, devoid of any human warmth.

Xu Xingchen was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Kang Min's dissolute behavior far exceeded his imagination.

This woman not only had relationships with Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, and Elder Xu, but also with many other well-known figures in the martial arts world.

If her romantic escapades were compiled into a book, its richness and brilliance would likely surpass works such as Jin Ping Mei.

After Kang Min finished telling the whole story, Xu Xingchen said, "Go to sleep!"

Kang Min then closed her eyes again and fell into the deepest sleep.

Putting away the Soul Transfer Technique, Xu Xingchen turned to look at Qiao Feng, whose face was as cold as ice, and asked, "Qiao Feng, what are you planning to do next? Do you want to kill this woman and Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, Elder Xu, and the others?"

Qiao Feng remained silent for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "I will let them go for now, but if we meet again in the future, I, Qiao Feng, will surely take their lives."

Xu Xingchen raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Are you thinking of old times? Or are you worried about something else? Are you afraid that your former gang members will wake up and see that you killed several culprits, which will make them sad and upset?"

Qiao Feng coldly replied, "This is a matter for my Beggars' Sect, and I hope Master Xu will not interfere too much!"

Xu Xingchen smiled, his gaze sweeping over the figures of the Xixia Yipintang members lying on the ground in the distance. He slightly raised his chin and asked, "Where are those Xixia Yipintang people? Do you want to kill them all to prevent future troubles?"

Qiao Feng remained silent for a long time, then said dejectedly, "I don't want to kill anyone now, because I can't tell who is an enemy, who is a friend, and who is still my brother."

"Hahaha, since that's the case, let's leave here! Let's go back to Wuxi, drink, drink, and drown our sorrows in alcohol!" Xu Xingchen laughed and turned to walk away into the distance.

Qiao Feng followed behind, remaining silent.

Leaving the apricot grove, just as they reached the corner of a small path, they met Duan Yu, who had been waiting for them for a long time.

Duan Yu walked closer, looked at Qiao Feng who had a lifeless expression, and then turned to Xu Xingchen: "Brother Xu, Chief Qiao, he..."

"No need to ask, don't ask!" Xu Xingchen waved his hand and said as he walked, "Let's go, let's go back to Wuxi city for a drink!"

The three of them quickly returned to Wuxi City, went up to the second floor of Songhelou Restaurant again, and found a private room to sit down.

"Hey buddy, bring the liquor, sorghum liquor, twenty jin of sorghum liquor."

"Then, fill the table with your restaurant's signature dishes."

The waiter responded loudly and quickly withdrew.

A moment later, he came in carrying a wine jar and a wine bowl, pushed open the door, and slammed them onto the table.

Seeing that Qiao Feng was sitting there motionless, Xu Xingchen got up, broke the mud seal on the wine jar, poured a bowl of sorghum wine, flicked it with her finger, and pushed it in front of Qiao Feng.

Overwhelmed by the pungent smell of sorghum liquor, Qiao Feng finally came to his senses. His gaze instinctively fell on the wine bowl, and he grabbed it, tilting his head back to gulp it down.

After the first bowl of wine, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Qiao Feng, and he began to pick up the wine jar and pour wine into the bowl in front of him.

The wine is sweet and refreshing!

The smell of alcohol is pungent!

Qiao Feng drank bowl after bowl, bowl after bowl.

Finally, feeling that drinking from a wine bowl wasn't enjoyable enough, he simply picked up the wine jar, held it high in the air, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth.

Gudong! Gudong! Gudong!

The sound of gulping down alcohol echoed in the private room, while a large amount of liquor spilled from the corners of Qiao Feng's mouth, soaking his neck, collar, and a large section of his shirt.

The waiter who brought in the tray stared wide-eyed at the sight.

He had seen how bold and imposing this burly man was when he drank that morning, but he never expected that as evening approached, the man's drinking posture would become even more unrestrained and wild.
"Waiter, bring the wine! And another twenty catties of sorghum liquor!" Xu Xingchen loudly ordered the waiter who was placing dishes of food on the table. After thinking for a moment, he added, "No, bring several more jars, several more jars!"

The waiter wanted to dissuade him, but when his gaze fell on the robust figure who was still gulping down his drink, he unconsciously swallowed and quickly nodded in agreement before turning to leave.

When Duan Yu saw Qiao Feng drinking like this, he knew that the other man was troubled and very sad. Feeling the same way, Duan Yu couldn't help but think of his own bumpy experiences and strange background over the past year.

So he picked up a jar of sorghum liquor that the waiter had just brought, poured it into a bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The pungent liquor, like a fiery thread, slid down his throat into his stomach, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly, his face turning red, yet he felt incredibly refreshed. He couldn't help but shout, "Good wine! Tonight, I'll drink with Chief Qiao until we're both drunk!" Xu Xingchen looked at the two men at the table, one raising a jar to drink freely, the other gulping down wine from a bowl, and gently shook his head. He then instructed the waiter to bring him a pot of fine tea.

Tonight's drinking party is slightly different from the one this morning.

In the morning: a cup of tea, a cup of wine, and a bowl of wine.

Now: a cup of tea, a bowl of wine, a jar of wine.

Duan Yu drank bowl after bowl, and Qiao Feng drank jar after jar, and soon the ground around them was filled with empty wine jars.

Fortunately, this was a private room, so the diners in the restaurant outside couldn't see what was happening inside, saving them from a jaw-dropping shock.

Only the deliverymen experienced a horrifying scene they had never seen or heard of before.

While marveling at and admiring the burly man who was drinking, they were also worried that he might die from drinking too much.

However, restaurants are places where businesses open their doors.

After several unsuccessful attempts to persuade him, he could only obediently shut his mouth and follow Xu Xingchen's instructions, bringing over jar after jar of wine.

Later, when the waiter stepped into the private room again, the air inside was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

He even felt like he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would the air in the private room feel somewhat hazy, as if there were an extra layer of mist?

Little did he know that both of the drinking men possessed profound internal strength.

Duan Yu, who wasn't a big drinker, had already started cheating with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, constantly pouring wine into his mouth while his left little finger continuously expelled large amounts of wine.

Although Qiao Feng had an amazing capacity for alcohol and could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, after drinking several jars of 20-jin sorghum liquor, even though his mind remained clear, his stomach could not hold that much alcohol.

With his internal energy circulating involuntarily, he expelled large amounts of the alcohol from his stomach through countless pores all over his body.

Thus, it transformed into a mist imbued with the rich aroma of wine, drifting throughout the private room.

The banquet lasted a long time, until Songhelou Restaurant closed for the day.

In the apricot grove on the other side.

After an afternoon and an evening.

The Beggar Clan disciples and the people from the Western Xia First-Class Hall who had been lying on the ground finally got up one by one.

Their eyes were vacant, their minds were foggy, and they had no idea where they were or what had happened.

The bright moon in the sky poured its silvery light onto the apricot grove, onto these dazed and foolish people, and draped them in a layer of deathly gray silver.

When everyone woke up, they all sat there, like a group of soulless wooden figures, motionless and silent.

If a night traveler were to pass by this place and witness such a bizarre scene, they would likely be so frightened that their soul would leave their body and they would be terrified.

Before the stars had even turned, another night had quietly passed.

In the gradually brightening halo of light, a bright red face suddenly appeared on the eastern horizon.

From that time on, the world was filled with light!
The bright sunlight shone down on the mountains and the land, into the apricot grove, and also on the people sitting on the ground.

Stimulated by the blinding sunlight, the group, who had been sitting in silence all night in a daze, finally had a glimmer of wisdom in their bewildered eyes.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Where is this? Where are we?"

"I feel dizzy and confused, like I've been hit hard on the back of the head with a stick."

Many people were painfully tearing at their hair with their hands, clutching their heads and crying out in pain.

It took him quite a while to regain some of his energy and to ask those around him about the situation.

A member of the Western Xia First-Class Hall, pulling at a ragged man beside him, asked in bewilderment, "Brother, who are you? Why are we here?"

The Beggars' Sect disciple also scratched the back of his head, completely bewildered: "I don't know either, I've even forgotten who I am."

"Really? Brother, you're dressed in rags, are you perhaps a beggar?"

"That's possible. You look clean and tidy. Who are you, brother?"

"Me? I think I'm from the Western Xia First-Class Hall."

soon.

Their eyes gradually cleared, and they turned to look at each other, simultaneously launching into a tirade of insults.

"Those scoundrels from the Western Xia First-Class Hall!"

"A stinking beggar from the Great Song Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)