Chapter 306: Master Wolong

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"I thought the big shot had a system, turns out he's selling systems, damn." Zhang Chu'an collapsed onto the ground: "I… buy… can I sell other people's bodies?"

"I don't care about your systems—ginger, scallion, garlic, rice wine." Ye Fan pulled out the Wanwu Muqi Cauldron; while Xiao Nannan slept, he tossed Hei Huang into the cauldron as Yu Feng watched over her, adding Zui Xian Niang to suppress the stench and prevent Hei Huang from waking mid-process.

Ye Fan set down the jade bottle, watching the flock of sparrows fly past the window, feeling as if he had forgotten something important.

"Shilang, kiss me, my affection is maxed out~~~" Dada Liya clung to Weigong Shilang, muttering whether in sleep or awake; Weigong Shilang's face was flushed red, sipping wine in tiny sips, afraid he might truly get drunk.

"So you always have to drink? Why not try something else?" The solidified form of White Zunzhe appeared, gazing at Zhongli: "You seem a bit drunk too."

"Occasional indulgence isn't bad," Zhongli smiled faintly, his drowsy eyes summoning a golden Geo construct beside him: "Could you please use the array's exit to send the sect master and others back?"

"Just a bit of time—it's not like I drink anyway," White Zunzhe waved dismissively.

"linkstart!!!" Lu Mingfei poked the air twice, dazed: "Why can't I log into EarthOL? I need to report someone selling hacks to customer service."

Zhongli rubbed his temples, instinctively saying: "Mingfei, this is Teyvat."

After speaking, Zhongli tilted back a cup of Zui Xian Niang; the wine goblet slipped from his hand and fell, his eyes slowly closing. He did not resist the intoxication, feeling the immortal energy wash over him as its effect—capable of intoxicating even immortals—reached its threshold.

In a haze, he saw distant memories: scenes of fighting alongside friends before time had worn them down.

Lu Mingfei, confused by Zhongli's words, asked: "Isn't this Su Lin's divine realm?"

To his left, countless slimy, dark, writhing worm vortices coiled within a space demarcated by a rocky ridge.

Kleine elegantly lifted his wine cup with arms formed of piled worms, watching the puppet theater performance while counting down the seconds until he transformed into a mythic being.

Han Li slumped against the outer edge of a rocky ridge, took out the sandy soil from his storage bag, holding a peach pit he'd finished eating, his gaze distant: "Can it be crossbred with that golden apple sapling?"

"Liu Li Ge… some spices." Ye Fan dragged the Wanwu Muqi Cauldron to Han Li's side; inside, a large black dog wearing red briefs flipped onto its back, scratched its face, and floated in the spiritual spring in a blissful, belly-up slumber.

Han Li patted his body, found nothing on him, and began searching around; seeing Han Li had no spices, Ye Fan immediately picked up broken sticks on the spot and lit a fire.

Nearby, within the seal, Yi Leina was in a berserk state; had the countermeasures of dimensional magic not been pre-set, she would likely have already drifted into some other dimension.

"Bring me more wine! Who says I have bad drinking manners?!"

Of course, the magic bullets, heat beams, wind blades, rock rains, and lightning spears bursting from dimensional rifts would inevitably result in a hefty compensation claim for the Northern Bank tomorrow.

Even though Su Lin's divine realm overlapped with this space and its outer layer was shielded by alchemical matrices, every chair, table, bowl, and plate here belonged to Liu Li Ting—and since they were honored guests, the items used were ancient heirlooms passed down for centuries.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, perhaps due to becoming too immersed in the role, or perhaps because he mixed Zui Sheng Meng Si with Zui Xian Niang—two entirely different products—now suffered an aftereffect beyond imagination.

Drunk and dizzy, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan threw his full weight onto Su Lin, mumbling: "Let me see how many hacks you've got."

Naturally, as expected, he was now pinned beneath Su Lin, who was pouring Zui Sheng Meng Si down his throat through a funnel.

White Zunzhe: "."

So is that thing really my disciple?

"Dare to say I'm stingy?!" Su Lin exchanged for another fifty jin of Zui Sheng Meng Si and laughed loudly: "Tonight's entire bill is on me! Play music!"

The Royal Guard Orchestra launched a new round of performance.

Yu Feng carefully watched Xiao Nannan, sleeping peacefully in the light-element cradle, then glanced at the chaotic scene around him: "This must be hell…"

"Heh, it's fine," White Zunzhe tucked his hands into his loose sleeves and smiled: "Let them enjoy themselves—I can handle this kind of scene."

As if to prove his words, a magic bullet struck the man formed by Ruotuo, awakening him from his long, dreamlike slumber.

A crystalline horn, forged from a thousand-year jade, emerged from the synchronized space of the divine realm; its body as vast as mountain ranges, fused over millennia with the Fulong Tree, its bone branches nourished by dragon blood shimmering with peculiar hues.

Su Lin, who had been pouring wine into Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's mouth, froze, shouting to the Royal Guard Orchestra: "Switch song! Brothers, boss fight!!!"

Vast and dark, black mists pursue

A majestic melody, like an ancient war song, rose.

After enduring countless player-challenged dungeons, when that brainwashing melody sounded again, the lines etched deep into memory burst forth like instinct.

"Morax!!!"

"A thousand years of grievance—how can it be quelled!"

Ruotuo Dragon King, having absorbed the dense light elements around him, unleashed a solar flame toward the source of the previous magic bullet attacks.

Boom—

In a dream, as Zhongli's consciousness seemed to return to the distant past, his eyes snapped open; brilliant golden light spilled from them, the Spear of Rainbow Piercer materialized in his hand, and in the instant his figure vanished, a rock spear plummeted straight from the sky.

Had this place not already been altered by countless arrays and spells—even with the divine realm's coverage—this scene would have manifested above Liyue's skies.

"I want to return to Shuijing Peak; if these drunks fully lose control, it'll be a mess—I don't want to clean up after them." Yu Feng guided the cradle, floating toward Su Lin:

"I hope that big troublemaker is still somewhat sober."

"Don't worry," White Zunzhe glanced at Zhongli pinning Ruotuo Dragon King against the ground: "They've already prepared for this scenario."

As White Zunzhe said, energy overturned above the twisted space; golden light surged from the floor, forming a translucent, glass-like barrier—though the battle raged mere feet away, it could not harm the cultivators within.

Even if harm did occur, no matter: each person had prepared one or two resurrection spells before entering for dinner.

Probably no problem.

Amidst spatial tremors, thunderous roars, and Ruotuo's howls, the area soon returned to its former stillness.

"I knew why it took so long to cook," Ye Fan blew into the jade bottle, swaying as he dragged the Wanwu Muqi Cauldron to Su Lin:

"Stop pouring—Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, wake up. Borrow some fire."

"Hey, wake up…"

After failing to rouse him, Ye Fan sat down dejectedly.

"Your fire brother is just weak…"

"Pathetic."

Su Lin pulled out a set of mahjong tiles, pointed at Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, and said to Ye Fan:

"Three's a crowd—join us?"

In his drunken state, Su Lin had already sat down with his Light God avatar and a hooded figure, playing mahjong, when suddenly a powerful shock struck him.

It was a profound dissonance and chaos, rivaling any mental assault Ye Fan had ever encountered; in that instant, he instinctively hurled the Wanwu Muqi Cauldron he held.

"Are you awake yet?" Emperor Yufeng looked at Su Lin, pinned beneath the ground, his arm still clamped by a large black dog, and said: "I'd like to go back first."

The Tianhe Robe shimmered with twilight hues, gently pulling the Wanwu Mother Qi Cauldron and the black dog away from its body.

Su Lin, drunk, nodded and said: "You really should go back and cultivate."

He opened a teleportation portal and casually retrieved the Absolute Boundary Sacred Stele.

"Go, seek it out—your master has placed my entire Dao within it."

"Take it back and place it on Water Mirror Peak, to be used for trials, to widely recruit disciples."

Emperor Yufeng said nothing; he had no desire to engage further with a drunkard—it was a waste of time.

After all, he was like this already—why not humor him? Still, this stele's material seemed unusually extraordinary; take it back and examine it later.

Then again, if you can open teleportation portals to enter and exit freely, what's the point of all these seals?

"That stele's also a treasure! So just how many treasures do you still have?" Ye Fan dropped Duan De on the ground; since he couldn't get meat, he shifted his entire focus to Su Lin, stepping forward to pry at Su Lin's clothes: "Let me see!"

"There really aren't many treasures left," Su Lin pushed Ye Fan away, staggered to his feet, waved his hand, and said: "Not much—just this little bit."

Su Lin pulled from a historical projection his own self, dressed in a black tailcoat and white gloves, then retrieved from his subspace vault a series of empty display stands.

This display drew the attention of nearby drunkards who hadn't fully collapsed; Huiye of Penglai Mountain even mimicked a pistol gesture atop her own head.

The next instant, blood sprayed—she collapsed, her skull now bearing a hole, yet rose slowly again one second later.

Yao Lao opened his mouth, stunned by what he'd just witnessed: "Miss, are you alright?"

"It's nothing—I'm from Penglai," Huiye of Penglai Mountain smiled behind her hand: "Just sobering up."

Yao Lao: "Hah… so that's sobering up?"

What even is a Penglai person? Is sobering up really worth killing yourself once?

The people his disciple has encountered seem increasingly abnormal—whether the ones from other worlds before, or the new ones now joining—Su Lin used to be such a decent young man; how did he turn into this?

The Su Lin in the black tailcoat took from his system backpack the following items:

A black parchment scroll, a transparent flower, a motorcycle, a cylindrical black metal object, a card printed with the logo of a fully armed gunner, a jade tablet of black and white, a stone, a flute riddled with cracks.

He placed them on the display stands, each stand bearing its own engraved plaque—as if meticulously planned, no, rather, long prepared.

Invitation to the Abyss Party, Shengquan's Flower of Forgetting, Quantum Motorcycle, Fourth Catastrophe Simulation Device… finally, the Biyun Divination Tablet.

Huiye of Penglai Mountain, peering through the glass display case, asked about the transparent flower: "Aren't these the Heavenly Dao curiosities you used to film movies?"

"No more pretending—I'm laying it all out!" Su Lin downed a deep gulp of Zui Xian Niang and declared loudly: "I only play for real!"

"The names sound pretty cool," Ye Fan blinked, plucking from the glass cabinet the jade tablet labeled "Inquire the Dao: Severing Karmic Evils—Black and White," and asked: "What's this thing for?"

The moment Ye Fan spoke, the unabsorbed immortal energy on his body surged toward the black-and-white jade tablet, randomly flowing into the black region.

"Sacred Body scum!!!"

"Ye Fan!!!"

"Give back my savings!!!"

"Today, I shall perish with you!!!"

Dark shadows appeared in the sky, steadily solidifying into the forms of cultivators.

Those people were

cultivators with whom Ye Fan had grudges, and customers of the Ye Zhetian Trading Guild.

Boom—

Dozens of Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators detonated at point-blank range; a mushroom cloud rose slowly from the ground, divine power and Dao principles merging into the gale, becoming the sharpest blades.

Though prepared, all present had defenses, and their battle instincts remained intact—yet they were still flung backward by the sudden explosions.

Dust filled the divine realm, gradually settling only after dozens of seconds.

On the emerald field, Ye Fan, buried headfirst, was dug out by a group of enthusiastic light elements; he coughed, spat out dirt, and his mind cleared slightly now that his immortal energy had been drained.

Ye Fan licked his lips; suddenly sober, he saw towering celestial phenomena in the sky—Shuangguang Holy Maiden and others descended through swirling clouds, unleashing lethal techniques one after another.

"Holy shit! ¥"

Am I still dreaming?! When did I return to my own world?!

A black banner flapped violently, black mist churned, dark clouds surged.

Palaces in the sky resembled the Cold Moon Palace.

Large snowflakes fell like feathers, blanketing the heavens, sharp as blades and swords.

Among them were even young nobles of ancient clans he had slain—how were they all here?!

Just as Ye Fan's mind grew icy-calm under overwhelming pressure, racing to find a way out, a light of primordial creation erupted from the other end of the emerald field, draining all color from the world.

"I woke up. One strike, finished. What's there to say?"

The celestial phenomena, the cultivators with grudges against him—all turned to ash in the aftermath of the holy yet terrifying ocean of light.

"Yao Lao, can't your sobering method be gentler? It feels like a three-hundred-pound man gave my entire musculature a spa treatment," Su Lin held his head with one hand, wine goblet in the other, and turned to Ye Fan: "Why did you touch it?"

"I couldn't gauge your curiosities—the cultivators appearing kept multiplying," Yao Lao shook his head: "To quickly relieve some of the power, this was the best method—I simply made you all sober at once."

"Enough talking—give me more, and a peach too," Ye Fan swayed, as the last drops of Zui Xian Niang fell; he tossed the jade bottle behind him, striking the unconscious Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "I hadn't absorbed much before your thing stole it all."

"Ugh… if it weren't for your share of the profits…" Su Lin pulled out a new bottle of Zui Xian Niang and tossed it to Ye Fan: "Too bad Li Huowang is sleeping too soundly—he didn't even wake up. Otherwise, I'd have let you drink the historical projection."

"Gulps gulps… historical projections are pretty real too," Ye Fan drank deeply, mumbled: "Too weird—this thing actually summoned my enemies."

The repeated commotions woke many cultivators from their drunken slumber; though still intoxicated, they began moving, searching for Zui Xian Niang and Zui Sheng Meng Si.

Su Lin's face darkened—tonight's expenses were way over budget.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Su Lin flashed a professional smile, raised his cup: "Drink together! Down it all!!!"

"Down it all!" xN

Nearby, White Zunzhe awakened Song Shuhang from his sleep.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes wearily, suddenly feeling his arms weighed down—he looked left and right, and saw Yu Rouzi and A Shiyi lying on either arm, using them as pillows.

"It must be a dream." Song Shuhang was just about to close his eyes; at his Second Rank cultivation, he now felt an overwhelming urge to sleep, letting his soul and body fully absorb the power from this immortal wine and fine food.

"Shuhang, help me open the teleportation gate," Bai Zunzhe said. "I just had a dream and suddenly remembered where I lost one of my artifacts—a very interesting Mystical Realm."

"Congratulations, Elder Bai," Song Shuhang opened the teleportation gate, then collapsed into sleep.

Bai Zunzhe smiled faintly. Even for high-level cultivators, these foods offered tangible benefits—truly excellent. Song Shuhang would need time to fully digest them.

He gazed at the group gathered together drinking, their atmosphere lively and cheerful.

After I retrieve the artifact, I'll bring back some local specialties. I'll borrow them again another day from Xiao Su Lin—he has many interesting things.

"Su Lin, what is this flute for?"

After drinking half a bottle of Immortal Fermentation, Ye Fan grew slightly dizzy again—but this time, he didn't reach out. He merely gazed through the glass at the flute inside.

"For fortune-telling," Su Lin replied, retrieving the items he had just shown off. He needed to put them away before he passed out.

"You use a flute to divine fortunes? No side effects?" Ye Fan eyed the object suspiciously. "It feels familiar—haven't you used it before?"

"Incredibly effective. Ever since I got it, I don't even fear being hunted down by enemies I've divined against—no backlash to worry about," Su Lin replied.

"So powerful?" Ye Fan stroked his chin, took a small sip, and asked, "What's the sheet music beside it?"

"The exclusive melody of Mr. Wolong," Su Lin answered without hesitation.

"Senior Su, I toast you," Kuang Dao Sanlang, face flushed, said. "The simulated universe was the most exhilarating time of my life!"

"Not at all, thank you all for your promotion and participation," Su Lin replied—this was sincere, as he had profited greatly.

At that moment, a melodious sound reached them.

It was the sound of a flute—elegant, enchanting, dreamlike, like celestial music that filled the heart with serenity.

All those raising cups and setting down goblets turned their gazes toward the source of the flute's melody. There, Ye Fan stood like a celestial immortal descended to earth, clad in snow-white robes, surrounded by light elements, at the boundary between day and night, upon the emerald field, playing the golden-seamed jade flute.

Beyond the mortal world, the realm of the Three Hun Tian Di.

In Huang Tian Di's immortal homeland, a gentle breeze stirred the Fire Mulberry grove, rustling softly. His Dao hall seemed bathed in twilight glow; the lotus pond rippled with emerald waves, and violet qi swirled lazily through the air.

Within this endless wilderness, a stone village nestled at the foot of the mountains, like a secluded immortal paradise.

"Generally speaking, things don't happen thrice."

Beneath the Fire Mulberry tree, a figure murmured to himself.

"Even if curiosity arises from legends or information from other worlds, there must be limits—repeatedly, again and again."

He unleashed a divine light.

"A minor warning."

He had assumed this divine light would fly beyond layer upon layer of worlds—but instead,

It flew straight into Ye Fan's Dao field.

Originally planned to open Xingyue today, but both arms that received injections hurt terribly—owe one chapter.

(End of chapter)