Chapter 212: Lin Yang's Request

The ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and ten thousand cups without falling was a major reward the system gave Lin Yang when he was in the land of the Three Provinces.

At that time the system indicated that this ability could shine brightly at the Heroic Tower's drinking contest.

Not only does it let him stay clear-headed after consuming vast amounts of alcohol, but it can also unleash his latent power at crucial moments.

It helps him secure victory in the Heroic Wine Pavilion's drinking contest.

Remember that day, Lin Yang was inside the Heroic Tower, raising his cup in song, immersed in the jovial feud‑filled atmosphere of the martial world, and so he did not use this ability.

Now this old man before him has aroused his interest.

Besides, he has an ulterior motive toward this old man.

It's naturally time to put this ability to use.

He must make the old man completely convinced.

To achieve his purpose.

The old man, seeing Lin Yang's confident and determined expression, couldn't help but joke.

"Little friend, seeing you're young but brave, you actually want to compare drinking amounts with me?"

"That's really laughable."

Lin Yang, smiling lightly and composed, looked at the old man and asked, "How is it laughable?"

The old man patted his chest, eyebrows flying, and boasted, "Say it out—I'm not afraid you'll laugh."

"Over there in the eastern area there's a place called the East Sea; my alcohol tolerance is like that sea's water—vast and endless."

"There was once an East Sea Flood Dragon that turned into a human to drink with me, attempting to make me yield by alcohol."

"As a result it became drunk, turned back into its original shape, sank to the sea bottom, yet I could still stand on the shore singing and reciting poetry."

He spoke miraculously while waving his arms and legs, saliva spraying.

He felt like he was the top wine immortal under heaven.

Lin Yang naturally regarded the old man's talk as mere hot air.

He also didn't want to waste more breath on the old man, and lifted his hand to open his storage ring.

In an instant.

A rich, mellow wine fragrance instantly filled the air.

It was as if an invisible fog had blanketed the whole pavilion.

One jar after another of Heroic Wine gushed from the storage ring like raindrops, piling up in layers on the table.

The bottommost Heroic Wine vat creaked, as if it would break under the weight at any moment.

He glanced at the old man and said succinctly, "Drink."

The old man saw the shocking quantity of wine and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

On his face also flashed a subtle surprise, hard to detect.

It was clear that Lin Yang's generous action had surprised him.

But he is, after all, a veteran of the martial world who has roamed it for years.

He quickly regained his composure.

Next, he calmly wiped his mouth and said, "Little friend, you're quite the straightforward sort."

Having said that,

He flung his wine bowl down onto the ground with force.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound was especially abrupt in the silent mountains and forests.

He loudly suggested, "We're both frank people; let's simply drink jar by jar."

"How about it?"

Lin Yang naturally agreed to the proposal without hesitation.

He at once picked up a jar of Heroic Wine.

One could see him slightly lift his brow, his throat moving as he swallowed.

The wine surged into his stomach like a torrential flood, the contents of the jar rapidly falling.

In a moment.

A whole jar of wine had already been drained.

And his demeanor stayed tranquil and unruffled.

It was as though he were drinking ordinary water, not strong spirits.

The old man, upon seeing this, was first stunned, then laughed loudly: "Good youngster, you have the vigor I possessed in my youth!"

After speaking, he also lifted a jar of Heroic Wine and poured it down his throat with gusto.

The liquor ran down his chin, wetting the front of his garments.

It fell to the ground, creating a small pool of liquid.

One laughs at poverty, not at debauchery—despite his years, the old man's alcohol tolerance is genuinely astounding.

Having consumed a jar of liquor, he cheerfully wiped his mouth, his visage suffused with contentment.

He cried out, "Ah, how refreshing!"

Right after that,

He picked up another jar, gazed at Lin Yang, and bellowed with great enthusiasm, "Keep going, drink!"

Lin Yang, empowered by his thousand‑cup‑sober, ten‑cup‑unfallen ability, had no fear whatsoever.

They took turns, striking their jars together while drinking.

The impact of the jar sides produced a dull, weighty noise.

Drink!

Again!

These shouts echoed continuously in the pavilion, startling the birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains and forests into fleeing.

Even the leaves on the branches trembled and fell rustling down.

Unbeknownst to them, the sun set behind the western mountains, and the horizon was dyed a splendid orange‑red.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the pavilion, draping the mountain‑stacked wine jars in a golden veil.

Migratory birds returned to their nests.

They perched on the branches, curiously eyeing the two mad drinking contestants in the pavilion with their lively eyes.

At that moment, wine jars piled up like a mountain inside the pavilion.

The wine stains left on the jar walls glimmered faintly in the sunset's afterglow.

The aroma of wine permeated the air, mingling with the fragrance of the surrounding plants to form a unique scent.

Looking again at the old man, his side‑burns of white hair were explosively disheveled, his strands in utter disarray, as if ravaged by a raging wind.

His deep old eyes were full of haze, his eyelids heavy as if filled with lead, ready to close at any moment.

His whole body swayed on the verge of collapse, as if a gentle breeze could topple him.

It seemed he would collapse flat on the ground in the next second.

In contrast, Lin Yang remained graceful as a jade tree in the wind, his bearing elegant, the corner of his mouth occasionally lifting into a confident, composed smile.

The aura he exuded was even more spirited than usual.

It seemed this drinking contest was nothing more than an easy game to him.

His gaze was clear and bright, utterly unaffected by alcohol.

He simply stared quietly at the old man before him, waiting for his reaction.

Lin Yang looked at the old man, his drunkenness fully revealed, and calmly said, "You're drunk."

The old man strained to lift his head, his eyes hazy, looked at Lin Yang, and suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Drunk?"

"Hahaha, I, Dongfang Lao Yang, have never known how to write the word 'drunk' in my whole life!"

"Young friend, don't get cocky; my current capacity for drink is still as vast as half the water of the Eastern Sea!"

Seeing this, Lin Yang no longer delayed.

He knew well that this was the perfect moment to press the attack.

He then seized a jar of hero's wine, handed it to Dongfang Lao Yang, and said, "Now let's compare how many jars we can down per second."

Upon hearing that, Dongfang Lao Yang's previously somewhat muddy eyes instantly cleared a bit.

Immediately, a hint of hesitation flickered across his face, and his body unconsciously shrank back a little.

His hands trembled slightly as he stared at the jar of wine, and an inexplicable fear welled up in his heart.

He knew his drinking capacity was nearing its limit.

How could Lin Yang let such a good opportunity to press the advantage slip by?

He immediately pressed, "What? You don't dare to drink?"

Dongfang Lao Yang glanced at Lin Yang, the stubborn refusal to lose reignited in his heart, and he steeled himself to say, "Young friend, don't joke—how could I, Dongfang Lao Yang, fear you?"

"Just let me catch my breath, I… I…"

Before he could finish, Dongfang Lao Yang's voice grew weaker and weaker.

His tone gradually waned.

Finally, his body slumped, and he nearly fell face‑first onto the table, about to pass out.

Lin Yang naturally would not let him just fall asleep like that.

After all, his ability of "a thousand cups without drunkenness, ten thousand cups without falling" was not merely for the simple purpose of getting this old man drunk.

He had another motive.

Only seen, Lin Yang, quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, seized Dongfang Lao Yang's wrist in one grasp.

This sudden movement startled the old man into a jerk.

Young friend, what do you mean by this?

Dongfang Lao Yang asked fearfully.

Lin Yang stared at him unblinkingly, his gaze like a torch, as if he could see into the old man's heart.

His expression was stern, neither cold nor warm, as he said, "The drinking contest is over—I won, and I have a request to make of you."

Dongfang Lao Yang blinked his eyes, struggled to clear his head a little, and slowly said, "What is your request? Speak, and I'll listen."

If it's reasonable, everything can be negotiated.

Lin Yang's face, however, darkened instantly, and he became stern.

He stared at Dongfang Lao Yang like a mighty lion eyeing its prey.

This even made Dongfang Lao Yang feel a vague alarm.

Dongfang Lao Yang weakly asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"We can discuss it, can't we?"

Lin Yang said firmly, "I'm stating a request, not negotiating with you."

Then, Lin Yang continued, his aura of world‑ruling majesty undiminished.

"Starting now, I want you to promise me…"