As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality-Chapter 787: The Evil Person from the Corpse God Cult of the Divine Sect turns out to be him, heading to the Great Family to kill some dogs (4)
Within the inner scene of the energy center.
Momentarily…
The Heaven and Earth chessboard shot into the clouds, expanding in an instant, taking Thunder Alley as one stellar position, it kept expanding outwards, and in a short moment, it enveloped a third of the Qianyuan Taoist City.
To Li Che’s surprise, the aura of Yellow Sword Wine was not hidden at all, and to his senses, it shone as bright as the blazing sun.
Yellow Sword Wine clearly noticed You Liqing’s probe, yet… there was no reaction whatsoever.
Was it confidence…
Or did he… feel that the probe was just an illusion?
"Is that… the Drunken Duck Restaurant?”
Li Che’s physical body, fully stimulated by the power of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, was burly and robust, crackling with electric light. Through the Heaven and Earth chessboard, he saw Yellow Sword Wine’s current location.
Hair dancing wildly like a black cloak, Li Che promptly threw on the extremely cute Cute Bull Mask over his face, and his whole figure gently tapped the ground.
And then, as if he turned into an arrow shot from a released bowstring, he shot forth.
…
…
Drunken Duck Restaurant.
A gentle breeze fluttered by.
This was a tavern in the Qianyuan Taoist City that did very good business, because everyone knew that Yellow Sword Wine stood behind the Drunken Duck Restaurant.
The Boss Lady of the Drunken Duck Restaurant had a complicated relationship with Yellow Sword Wine.
Yellow Sword Wine, being second on the True Inheritor List of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect and having humble beginnings, was an excellent candidate for the great families and various powers to woo.
Therefore, everyone gave face, and thus the business of the Drunken Duck Restaurant was very good, saying it made a barrel of gold daily was not an exaggeration.
The Boss Lady was as unadorned as ever, her hair tied back with a blue floral cloth, showing no sign of luxury.
Because she knew that Yellow Sword Wine did not like extravagance.
The Drunken Duck Restaurant had no boss, only a Boss Lady, and everyone took for granted that Yellow Sword Wine was the boss of the Drunken Duck Restaurant.
Even though Yellow Sword Wine had never admitted it.
The night was hazy, and clouds drifted by.
Faint fragrance of wine lingered.
On the second floor of the Drunken Duck Restaurant, by the railing, a table was filled with fine wine and dishes, including a five-year-old vintage wine placed on the table.
Yellow Sword Wine was still wearing his sloppy clothes.
However, he had combed his hair; it was no longer frizzy, and his black hair was smooth as a waterfall.
He had shaved his beard, and the whole person seemed to have become ten years younger, turning into a kind and gentle-looking young man.
The Boss Lady rolled up her sleeves and brought out a steaming dish from the kitchen.
Her footsteps were light, carrying the dish and looking at Yellow Sword Wine beneath the night sky and moonlight, as if bathed in a layer of silver mist, her whole body trembling slightly.
Yellow Sword Wine at this moment…
Took her back in a daze to more than twenty years ago, to the Yellow Sword Wine who saved her from a village ravaged and slaughtered by Strange Que demons.
He might look ordinary, but he had a sense of security that fascinated her.
And today, it all came back…
Everything returned.
Was it because Yellow Sword Wine heard her crying?
But over the years, how many times has she cried?
"Sword Wine, do you want me to stir-fry another dish?”
The Boss Lady gently asked as she placed the steaming dish on the table.
Yellow Sword Wine glanced at her, his expression gentle, like the moonlight that crept into the crevices of her heart, making her go weak.
"No need, sit down and have a drink with me.”
Yellow Sword Wine said tenderly.
He reached out to hold the Boss Lady’s hand, frozen for a moment, feeling only roughness.
Thirty years had passed, and she was no longer young.
The Boss Lady’s face stiffened slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand, her face showing a hint of panic.
"I… I’ll get you a good jar of wine.”
"The finest wine.”
"No need.” Yellow Sword Wine held her back.
She said, “A twenty-year-old vintage.”
Yellow Sword Wine silently let go of her hand, and she gracefully left, returning after a moment.
She dusted off the sealing mud that had covered the long years before Yellow Sword Wine.
The rich aroma of wine seeped out, and she poured Yellow Sword Wine a cup, her bright eyes glistening, turning into stars as she looked at Yellow Sword Wine, anticipating his reaction and appreciation after drinking.
Yellow Sword Wine drained it in one gulp, his throat moving.
He licked his lips, what he tasted was not the twenty-year-old wine…
It was the twenty-year-old affection of a young girl.
"A feast for the eyes.”
Yellow Sword Wine spoke tenderly.
The Boss Lady beamed with a smile; though crow’s feet were entrenched in the corners of her eyes, her cheerful demeanor bloomed like a vivid flower.
She also poured herself a cup.
With both hands around the cup, looking at Yellow Sword Wine with anticipation, tears had already rolled down in her eyes unbeknownst to her.
She did not wish to ponder the unusual behavior of Yellow Sword Wine tonight, only willing to be mired in it.
"Here.”
Yellow Sword Wine said with a laugh, clinking glasses with the charming Boss Lady.
Clang.
The crisp sound was like ripples spreading on a clear spring.
Drinking together, drinking again.
After three cups, the boss lady, who couldn’t hold her liquor, became bleary-eyed, grabbing hold of Yellow Sword Wine’s hand with her rough, unguarded hands, clutching it tightly without letting go.
"You silly girl, always like this… You clearly can’t drink, but you love to brew wine
"The wine you make has gone from super awful to delicious now, and I’ve tasted them all.”
Yellow Sword Wine sighed and gently ruffled the boss lady’s hair.
Even though she had aged, in his eyes, she was still that charming young girl who would tear up and stick out her tongue from the spiciness after just one sip of wine.
"Would you like to come up for a drink, sir?”
Yellow Sword Wine pinched a porcelain wine cup, offering it to the silver moon that emerged washed clean by the post-rain sky.
A moment of silence…
A low, gravelly voice like sand rubbing against each other resounded.
"Good.”
In an instant.
The glow of the silver moon was obscured.
Terrible and majestic Qi-Blood surged up like a beacon of war, distorting the void, as if an ancient fierce beast emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, its muscles turning into steel and bones, and the bulky flesh covered with dragon-like veins.
Yellow Sword Wine paused his gaze and saw a huge chessboard laid out behind the Bull Demon in the sky.
On it stood a city of ink color, mirage-like as a sea mirage.
His gaze shifted, settling on the towering, Tower Mountain-like figure’s face.
What met his eyes.
A cute Cute Bull Mask.
"Underworld, Bull Demon.”
"It really is you.”
Yellow Sword Wine breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"You’re here to kill me… It seems the presence I felt in front of Elder Jiao’s courtyard today was indeed no mistake.”
"I heard the Underworld can detect the Corpse Curse Mark taught by the Corpse God Cult… to discern hidden cultivators from the corps sect.”
"Truly, the reputation is well-deserved.”
Yellow Sword Wine was genuinely impressed.
The Underworld…
An extremely mysterious force.
Bull Demon, Horse Face, Divine Monkey, Thunder Dragon, Black and White Impermanence… and Cat Face.
The incredible Art of Teleportation, which even eight Wind Calming Talismans could not restrain.
Being targeted by such a force truly made one’s life restless.
Yellow Sword Wine gently caressed the boss lady’s temples and face.
At the same time, he looked towards the Bull Demon, speaking gently: “Could you wait a bit longer to kill me?”
Li Che, wearing the Bull Demon Mask, watched Yellow Sword Wine with calm eyes. The reason he was willing to talk to Yellow Sword Wine and didn’t just attack from afar…
Was all because of this woman. Li Che’s gaze shifted to the boss lady, revealing a touch of complexity.
A plain woman, a simple woman, one…
Who had a personality somewhat similar to his own wife, Zhang Ya.
"Are you so sure I can kill you?”
The Bull Demon’s voice was deep.
In fact, even as they were talking, Li Che had already entered into a state of alert, ready to drag Yellow Sword Wine into Mo City at any moment.
Inside Mo City, the Blood-Yang Nine-God King Kong Ape and You Liqing were already poised to act.
Yellow Sword Wine drank the last of his wine.
He smiled.
"Because you’re the Bull Demon, if it were Cat Face, of course I’m not sure.”
"But the Bull Demon… sinister, cunning and venomous. Those you target have never lived to tell the tale.”
"You definitely have at least a sixty percent certainty you can kill me, which is why you came.”
Yellow Sword Wine put down the empty cup.
He looked directly at the cute Cute Bull Mask, unable to see through the face behind the mask.
But it didn’t matter.
"It’s eighty percent.”
The Bull Demon’s voice was low.
Yellow Sword Wine paused. Was it that assured?
But he didn’t dwell on it too much, and thus smiled again.
"Then could you fulfill a last wish of mine before I die? Otherwise, you might not be able to kill me.”
Yellow Sword Wine said earnestly.
Li Che’s brows furrowed beneath the mask. The Yellow Sword Wine tonight was acting strangely.
"What wish?”
The Bull Demon asked hoarsely.
Yellow Sword Wine gently freed himself from the boss lady’s tight grip, tenderly ruffling her hair once more.
He shouldered the Sword Box placed on the table and meticulously poured the wine, which had been cellared for twenty years, into the wine gourd with sword scars.
Then, facing the silver moon, he gently exhaled.
"Give me a little time.”
"To visit the Great Family of the Su which has risen and fallen over three thousand years.”
"I want to take a walk there.”
"I want to go kill some dogs.”
