Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 292 Pride
Chen E.

The strong smell of alcohol emanated from him as he announced his name, causing Pei Xia, who had just lowered her head, to immediately lift it up.

The Cat Gang, Chen E? That Dao-proving realm cultivator from the Outer World Sect?!
Pei Xia might not remember the others of these high-flying guys, but this name stuck with her.

The reason he was in Changjingmen was fundamentally because of Chen E.

Why did Dugu Nong send Pei Xia to Changjing Gate with the token?
With only Huang Bing at the Transformation Realm, it's impossible for him to intimidate Wang Wanfeng, the Heavenly Consciousness Master of Huoye Mountain.

The real reason is the silhouette of Chen E behind the Long Whale Gate.

No wonder he said that returning to Changjingmen felt like coming home...

Looking at the man lying on the ground, hiccuping from drinking, Pei Xia's gaze was naturally different now.

Unfortunately, after days of drinking contests, Pei Xia couldn't bring himself to call him "senior" anymore. He could only shake his head, sit on the ground, and say weakly, "If you have something to ask me, just say it. Why bother with drinking contests?"

Chen E, who had just attained enlightenment, was also a little dizzy from drinking. Looking at the white clouds and birds in the sky, he sighed and said, "Then why did you agree back then?"

Why should I respond?

I thought I was sure to win, why shouldn't I? Who would have thought this guy was not only highly skilled, but also a top-tier mass consuming agent? If I had known earlier, I definitely...

Pei Xia was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

Yes, Chen E thought the same way. From the beginning, he didn't think that drinking was a big deal. He was afraid that after three or five vats, the kid would be drunk.

In the days that followed, the battle was truly fierce and exhilarating; who would give way to whom?
Pei Xia sat on the ground, circulating spiritual energy throughout her body, painstakingly restoring her meridians, nourishing her body, and slowly eliminating the effects of the alcohol poisoning.

Every pore on her body opened as wide as possible, expelling wisps of visible alcohol vapor. Pei Xia's deathly pale skin finally regained a faint trace of color.

He glanced at Chen E, and after learning his identity, Pei Xia had many more questions: "So, if that's the case, you're the top patriarch of the Long Whale Sect? What about the martial arts arena..."

When the Guigu disciples ambushed and killed Pei Xia, Chen E was on the ship. He should have known about the design of the martial arts platform by the Changjingmen.

Unlike the Northern Barbarians of Da Ling, the small Chen Kingdom, within the size of the twelve kingdoms of Dongzhou, could potentially forcefully suppress the imperial court with its status as a Daoist.

With him around, why would Huang Bing need to rack his brains to scheme and gain influence?

Chen E rubbed his chest and exhaled a breath of stale air: "First of all, the title 'Ancestor' is really awful. Do I look like an ancestor at my age? Secondly, who told you I'm backed by the Long Whale Sect?"

Pei Xia turned her head and looked at him more closely.

Chen E certainly didn't look old; judging by his appearance alone, he was probably around thirty-five.

Cultivators in the Nine Provinces, nourished by spiritual energy, often have long lifespans the higher their cultivation level. For someone like Huang Bing, who is at the Transformation Realm, it wouldn't be difficult to live to be a hundred years old if he didn't suffer from injuries or illnesses.

However, it is still quite difficult to reverse the aging process. Take Han Youzhi for example. She is currently in her prime. If she could break through the Heavenly Consciousness, it wouldn't be a problem for her to stay young for twenty or thirty years. But if she wanted to return to the age of 28... well, perhaps the Returning to the Void Realm could do it.

Judging from this, Chen E's actual age can hardly be described as old.

Pei Xia frowned slightly: "I've heard people say before that Chen E of the Cat Gang is a faction that the four gangs of beggars and laborers in Dongzhou worship together."

"That's true."

Chen E rubbed his stomach and sat up from the ground: "But you also said that you are a beggar from the Cao Gai Wan Nong. What is the Changjing Sect compared to that?"

I made a mistake back then, but I've already accepted it. Chen E is an upright person and won't go back on his word.

But if you're not satisfied with just doing a good job, and you want to run your own sect with your own arrogance, then Chen E won't vouch for you.

These were all internal matters, and outsiders naturally couldn't imagine them. Even when the news reached Dugu Nong, he couldn't distinguish between the Canal Gang and the Changjingmen.

Pei Xia twitched the corners of her mouth, unsure whether she should praise Chen E for having principles.

After a short rest, Pei Xia's body was far from fully recovered, but Chen E's previously dazed eyes had completely cleared. He walked to Pei Xia's side, squatted down casually, and glanced rummaged around his waist: "You have a heroic air about you, you know that?"

Pei Xia raised an eyebrow: "Generous?"

That's why he targeted me?

But where does my heroic spirit come from? I only have sword energy...

Chen E brushed aside the black hair that was hanging down beside his eyes and obscuring his vision, and gestured with his mouth toward his waist: "In the Jade Palace of your Qiongxiao Yuyu."

Pei Xia felt a chill run down her spine.

Although Chen E's behavior was always unpretentious and lacked any airs, his ability to easily reveal the jade he was carrying still demonstrated his insight and profound understanding that far surpassed worldly standards.

However, the things hidden in the jade pendant—the divine mechanism, the blood bead, the brain worm, and the ghost flower—are all treasures, yet they seem to have nothing to do with extravagance.

Pei Xia suddenly frowned; he remembered the wine flask.

It was a gift from Chen Fengcai when he was about to leave the belly of the Sea-Patrolling Divine Fish. He had taken a sip after going ashore, but the energy contained in it almost injured him. Since then, he had kept the wine pouch in Yuqiong.

Except for the last time when he broke through to the Profound Realm, when the last Martial Sword Qi was too difficult to suppress, he had no choice but to pour it into the wine bag along with the other two energies, so that they would counterbalance each other.

So, that's what they call extravagance?

Chen E saw that Pei Xia's eyes had cleared up a bit, and knew that he had figured something out, so he grinned and said, "I'll show you how it works."

He stood up.

With a swing of his right arm, a powerful burst of energy suddenly broke free from his arm.

This energy carried a chilling sense of oppression; it was not merely fierce or domineering, but rather unstoppable and overwhelming.

Chen E's arm vibrated, his right hand clenched as if holding something, and he swung it down heavily towards the distant sky.

For a moment, it was as if nothing had happened.

Two breaths later, Pei Xia raised her head and looked at Chen E with some confusion.

Three breaths later, the wind began to pick up.

The clouds on the horizon began to move rapidly, as if chasing some giant object that was rushing past, leaving long trails behind them.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the wind began to grow louder.

The wine jars piled up along the roadside rustled, scattered, and then began to float away from the ground in a very short time.

A powerful gust of wind surged from behind Pei Xia!

He immediately calmed his spiritual energy.

But the gale continued, growing fiercer and fiercer, blowing against his clothes behind him. The sand, stones, and grass that passed through him seemed to become swords, sparking bright flames as they clashed with Pei Xia's protective aura!
He had to stand up and embed his feet deep into the soil.

The raging wind whipped everything around it, shattering grass, trees, and rocks in the roaring hurricane, which seemed to be howling like a beast. It carried them toward a gap in the eye of the storm, yet none dared to actually enter that void.

Pei Xia looked up. Everything was shrouded in the murky wind, but in the very center, in the gap where heroic spirit soared through the clouds, everything remained clear as ever!

Chen E stood in the strong wind, his open robe fluttering in the wind, a smile appearing on his angular face.

He gleamed with white teeth at Pei Xia, his voice echoing in the howling wind: "If I get drunk, I won't be able to stop myself!"

(End of this chapter)