Chapter 132

After staring for a while, the elegantly dressed young man stood up, went downstairs to settle the bill, and left.

No one paid attention to his departure.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your Nine Mist Cups."

A servant girl in a purple qipao carried a white jade flask, within which the wine subtly swayed; colorful auroras glowed through the thin jade walls, appearing profoundly mystical.

This was a flask of wine with built-in special effects.

"Is this outfit you're wearing also designed by Yuan?" Xu Xing asked.

The qipao servant girl froze.

Guests here asked about the wine, about the little stories the Immortal Wine Sect deliberately spread to boost its fame, even about contact details…

Cough!

But no one had ever asked this question.

At least, she had never encountered it.

"Yes, the qipao was designed by the Holy Emperor himself."

This fellow countryman really knows how to have fun.

"Thank you for letting me know."

You're Overstating It.

After Xu Xing finished asking, Xiang Yuanjun dismissed the qipao servant girl and poured the wine for him personally.

Crystal-clear wine flowed into the cup, rippling with colorful auroras; the crisp, fragrant aroma was subtle and refined, making one feel refreshed and serene at the first whiff.

A faint light barrier glowed around the two, blocking the wine's scent from spreading.

"I remember the last time I drank with you, it was three thousand two hundred and sixty-five years ago," Xiang Yuanjun said softly.

Xu Xing lifted his cup and paused at these words, memories of that time flashing through his mind.

"Indeed, over three thousand years…," Xu Xing took a sip—the taste sweet and crisp—"if you hadn't mentioned it, I'd almost forgotten how long it's been."

He set down the cup.

"I wonder if we'll ever gather together again."

Drinking with Xiang Yuanjun was over three thousand years ago; when all the fellow Daoists gathered as one, it was even longer ago.

"If you invite them, Brother and the other Daoists will surely respond."

"That's just us few," Xu Xing shook his head slightly.

The Daoists of the Xian Sect are easy to reach, but the others are different.

Aside from Huo, the other Daoists are all reclusive and eccentric; even if contacted, they'd most likely refuse.

Sigh~ It seems we truly won't meet again until the very end.

…………

The tavern's first floor.

After chatting with Liu Yingying for a while, Mo Mo Bu Yu realized he got along well with this "new junior sister."

The atmosphere between them wasn't as awkward as he'd expected.

Liu Yingying explained to him this new era and everything about the Orthodox Alliance.

He, in turn, told her of ancient times, when the Desert Blade Sect had not yet joined the Orthodox Alliance, and of his adventures with his senior brother in the Cultivation Realm.

The danger of slaying demonic cultivators, the joy of encountering sudden blessings, and the nervousness he felt on his first journey aboard a flying vessel into the stars.

"Flying vessel?" Liu Yingying tilted her head at him. "Aren't flying vessels only used on the Central Continent?"

"Back then, the concept of starships didn't exist," Mo Mo Bu Yu explained.

Because he had soul-searched that female teacher, he had some understanding of these things.

"Cultivators wishing to travel through interstellar space must rely on flying vessels, teleportation arrays, and star-jump arrays."

"Won't that be very slow?"

"No, high-grade flying vessels travel faster through space than many starships."

"Then why are starships used now?"

"Hmm… I just came out of seclusion and don't know much yet, but I guess it's because of manufacturing costs."

The materials required for a flying vessel capable of interstellar travel are far from ordinary.

"Oh oh!" Liu Yingying nodded.

Right, her senior brother had just come out of seclusion.

But senior cultivators really know so much—her parents and her master's brother were also high-level cultivators, but they never talked to her about these things.

Thinking this, she lifted her cup again and drank another sip of fruit wine.

From the start until now, she'd drunk quite a bit, so her eyes had grown hazy.

She shouldn't drink any more. Mo Mo Bu Yu realized this.

"Yingying, how about we stop drinking and head back?"

Her appearance was so similar that he'd almost forgotten she was only at Foundation Establishment.

"Okay!"

Liu Yingying obediently stood up, swaying unsteadily.

Mo Mo Bu Yu did not step forward to support her; instead, he sent out a thread of magic power to gently hold her up.

A few minutes later.

Mo Mo Bu Yu, having settled the bill, led Liu Yingying outside.

As a Void-Return cultivator, the wine had no effect on him at all.

Fully conscious, he deliberately kept a distance, choosing to guide her with magic power.

Still, because the magic power he sent out only had the effect of drawing and lifting, Liu Yingying easily leaned over and grabbed his arm in one swift motion.

He instinctively wanted to surge his magic power to shake her off, but looking at that delicate, pretty face, he hesitated for a moment.

She really looks just like Junior Sister.

*Slap! * Mo Mo Bu Yu gave himself a hard slap across the face.

*'This is Junior Uncle and Junior Sister's daughter!'*

After repeating that sentence to himself several times in his heart, he calmed down.

Just as he was about to push Liu Yingying away, he turned his head and saw three figures standing not far away, looking right at him.

Junior Uncle's expression was stunned, but it quickly turned to fury—those eyes looked as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Junior Sister's expression was complicated, as if she hadn't expected to see such a scene.

As for Master…

Emm…

At first he seemed a little surprised, but it quickly changed into something else—that was the approving gaze he used to give when Mo Mo Bu Yu's blade technique made progress.

"???"

"What did you do to Yingying!" Junior Uncle's suppressed, furious voice reached his ears.

Mo Mo Bu Yu was dumbfounded.

No!

I didn't do anything!

"Alright, Junior Brother, Mo Bu Yu hasn't done anything wrong, why are you so angry?"

"Senior Brother!" Liu Yang looked at his own senior brother in disbelief.

And you call that nothing?!

Liu Yu waved his hand and said, a little displeased: "Feelings like this have nothing to do with age or seniority—that's what you said to me back then!"

"Master! I…" Mo Mo Bu Yu tried to explain.

"Enough, Mo Bu Yu, your Master will always support you—just go ahead and do it."

"No! I…"

"You don't need to worry about your Junior Uncle's side; he's old, he doesn't understand the matters of young people."

Saying so, Liu Yu looked toward Liu Yang, his expression solemn.

"Junior Brother, these are all words you said to me back then, you won't go back on them, will you?"

"I…" Liu Yang faltered.

True.

After Senior Brother woke up back then, in order to convince him, he had indeed used those very words.

"That's my disciple!"

"Senior Brother, you're old, you don't understand the matters of us young people."

"You're still young?!"

"Compared to you, Senior Brother, wouldn't I be young?"

That conversation from back then was still vivid in his mind; Liu Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a single word.

He never expected that the words he had once spoken would one day come back like a boomerang to hit him.

In the end, he could only glare viciously at Mo Mo Bu Yu.

Mo Mo Bu Yu: "…"

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