Chapter 1530: Drunk

Upon seeing Bei Sheng, Ye Chen shuddered all over and quickly got up. "I drank too much; I need to take a piss."

"What's the rush? Sit down and chat." Bei Sheng smiled charmingly, the top beauty of Bei Yue, not at all reserved. She placed her jade-like hand on Ye Chen's shoulder and pressed him back down, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Alright, alright." Ye Chen forced a laugh, more awkward than a cry, feeling that Bei Sheng's smile was downright eerie.

"I heard that in the ancient ruins, you stripped Bei Sheng's clothes off. Is that true?" No sooner had Ye Chen sat down than Xiao Jiuxian chimed in with her mischief, followed by a playful burp.

This little troublemaker was clearly stirring the pot.

Her words made everyone freeze—whether they were eating, drinking, or flirting—they all stopped and turned their gazes to Ye Chen, their expressions odd.

Even Nan Di and Xiao Chen were no exception, all eyes fixed on Ye Chen, their faces a picture of surprise.

The crowd's looks were full of awe, their hearts filled with endless sighs and murmurs: stripping Bei Sheng's clothes? What a legend!

"Don't joke around; I didn't do it." Ye Chen coughed awkwardly but clutched his Quasi-Emperor Sword even tighter. Holding it made him feel secure; who knew if that woman might lose her temper.

This guy was truly audacious: he'd taken Dong Shen to brothels, stripped Bei Sheng's clothes, tricked Xuan Huang's Nan Di, fought Xi Zun for treasures, and in the ancient ruins, over one immortal herb, he'd even deceived Zhong Huang completely.

One exploit after another was enough to make him a deity in his own right.

As for Bei Sheng, her stunning face was already flushed on one side. If not for Ye Chen's death grip on the Quasi-Emperor Sword, she would have erupted. How dare you strip me? You've gone too far!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Looking at Ye Chen with her bright eyes, sparks of fury danced in them, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Ye Chen turned his gaze to Piaomiao. Anyway, I didn't do it. If it comes to a fight, I'm not afraid of you—I have the Quasi-Emperor weapon sword.

"Get together." It was Xiao Jiuxian again, giggling.

"Get together." The Wu Clan divine son joined in the heckling, and the White Tiger prince was just as rowdy. Those two had been ready to fight moments ago, but now they were thick as thieves, arms around each other's shoulders, up to no good.

"Get together." Kui Niu that guy wasn't about to be left out, bellowing at the top of his lungs, full of bluster.

"Feeling itchy?" Bei Sheng's beautiful eyes shimmered with a wave of emotion as she scanned the group, her lips curving into that charming smile—though it looked anything but friendly.

"Let's drink." The others backed down and sat back in their seats. Bei Sheng was not someone to mess with.

"Hey, we've fought side by side in brawls before." Kui Niu was as loud as ever. "Today, let's drink to our hearts' content, no using mystical power to sober up."

With that, the atmosphere heated up instantly. They were all prodigious talents—fierce in battle and unafraid of drink—so they rolled up their sleeves and dove in.

The vibe was lively, yet strangely awkward.

For instance, Long Jie and Qing Long—one the crown prince of the Cang Long Clan, the other of the Qing Long Clan—had been rivals since arriving, and now they were glaring at each other, downing jar after jar.

As they drank, their eyes turned red, and they both glared at Kui Niu that jerk, who was brazenly stewing dragon meat.

While they stared at Kui Niu, the Wu Clan divine son was eyeing Long Jie, itching to throw a punch, all because the Ling Clan divine maiden liked Long Jie.

The Man Clan divine son had his sights set on the Wu Clan divine son, wanting to fight him, and the Gu Clan divine maiden kept staring at the Ling Clan divine maiden. The relationships were a tangled mess, thick with tension.

Over on their side, Qing Long, White Tiger, and Xuan Wu were getting hammered, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at Nan Di, ready to pummel him.

No help for it—who made Zhu Que like Nan Di? And unluckily, they all happened to like Zhu Que too.

As for Ye Chen, his drinking wasn't peaceful; Bei Sheng sat right beside him, occasionally turning her head to flash that charming smile, which sent chills down his spine.

The most awkward one was Yan Long, usually hot-tempered, but now as meek as a lamb.

No wonder—with this crowd of freaks: the ancient nine clans' divine sons and maidens, the southern domain's myriad clans' crown princes and princesses, the Di Family's nine immortals, Nan Di, Bei Sheng, the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, the Thunder War Body, and the Kui Niu Clan crown prince.

Looking around, he seemed to be the weakest link.

Late at night, the Dharma lecture at Ling Shan continued, with Shakyamuni's Buddhist chants echoing far and wide, resonating across the Western Desert.

By the campfire, the feast raged on, the scene chaotic.

Without using mystical power to clear the alcohol, whether divine sons, divine maidens, crown princes, or princesses, they were all getting woozy.

Long Jie and Qing Long had become best buds—one a complete fool from drink, the other a total idiot. They'd been about to fight earlier, but now they were arm in arm, getting along famously.

"Little girl, you're not married, right?" Kui Niu that pervert grabbed the Gu Clan divine maiden's hand, leering at her.

No sooner had he spoken than he collapsed, knocked out cold by a slap from the Man Clan divine son—delivered with no mercy.

Zhu Que was also in a drunken haze, clinging to Nan Di's neck and whispering sweet nothings, which made Xuan Wu and the others even redder-eyed, nearly dragging Nan Di out for a beating.

The smartest one was Ye Chen; he clung to his Quasi-Emperor Sword the whole time and didn't drink much, afraid that if he got too drunk, someone might kill him. Bei Sheng's smile was just too terrifying.

"My storage bag—give it back." Bei Sheng leaned in closer; she was drunk too, the mighty top beauty of Bei Yue and Bei Sheng of Xuan Huang, now all fuzzy-headed.

"Here, take it." Ye Chen handed it back immediately; he'd never dared to touch it since the ancient ruins.

With that, he smartly swapped seats with Kui Niu.

Kui Niu was having a rough night; he'd just been dazed by the Man Clan divine son, and as soon as he rubbed his head and woke up, Bei Sheng slapped him back into dreamland with a heavy hand.

What a sight: so many prodigies, all drunk and disorderly—it was refreshingly absurd.

By the depths of night, Xiao Chen was the first to sober up, slowly rising, with Yan Long following suit.

"See you another time." Xiao Chen and Yan Long patted Ye Chen on the shoulder before vanishing into the dark night.

Both carried the memory immortal light jade slips Ye Chen had given them, setting off on their journey to find the reincarnated people of Da Chu.

After they left, Long Jie and his group also staggered to their feet, slurring drunken nonsense without sobering up.

They were heading west, crossing the Xuan Huang Star Sea to train in the starry skies—it would be many years before they returned.

Unlike them, the Xuan Wu crown prince and his crew were going east, also venturing deep into the starry skies for training, and wouldn't return to Xuan Huang for a long while.

Nan Di wobbled away too, mumbling to himself the whole time before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Their families had all sealed themselves off not long ago, or rather, returned to their ancestral lands, just like Kui Niu and the others, who had all come out to train on their own.

Ye Chen glanced around; besides the passed-out Kui Niu, only Xiao Jiuxian and the bleary-eyed Bei Sheng remained.

"Ye Chen, does your disciple really look just like me?" Xiao Jiuxian's big eyes blinked innocently, clear as water.

"I wish you had a twin sister." Ye Chen sighed. "But unfortunately, you don't."

Then he left, donning a black robe and a Ghost Underworld mask, heading straight for Ling Shan to seek out Shakyamuni and ask about the woman from the City of No Tears.

Under the moonlight, his figure looked inexplicably desolate, his floating black robe carrying a sense of weariness.

The feast broke up; Xiao Jiuxian dozed off with a huff.

Soon, this little one jolted awake, quickly sobered up, and hurried east.

As for Bei Sheng, she grabbed a wine jar and headed toward Ling Shan, seemingly following Ye Chen on purpose.

The fire died out, and Kui Niu that guy snored loudly. When he finally woke, he let out a wolf-like howl: where did everyone go?

At night, Ling Shan was solemn and serene, bathed in starlight that gave it a holy glow, like a celestial realm.

In the distance from Ling Shan, Ye Chen stood still, gazing quietly.

The Dharma lecture had ended; those who came to listen were leaving Ling Shan, deep in thought, still not quite satisfied.

"The Zen teachings of Buddhism are truly profound." Many elders murmured to themselves, wishing they could hear more.

"Compared to the lectures, I prefer watching the young ones fight." A group of unserious elders stood with hands clasped, looking meaningful—the brawl had been quite the spectacle.

"Next, we're heading north; the Holy Body is probably going to stir up trouble in Bei Yue." Quite a few people whispered.

Groups of people departed, stepping into the misty void.

Though there were many, none noticed Ye Chen lurking in the shadows.

Ye Chen watched quietly, spotting quite a few old acquaintances, such as Zhong Huang and Xi Zun, and not a few divine sons and crown princes he'd chased all over before.

Besides them, he also saw Zhi Yang Daoist.

That guy was still acting superior, calling himself a senior expert, just a step from Quasi-Emperor, full of arrogance.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes; if not for his limited lifespan, he might have unleashed a Heavenly Illumination to wipe that one out.

If not for Zhi Yang Daoist, he probably would have slain Feng Xian by now.

Speaking of Feng Xian, he didn't see her; she had likely fled back to prepare for a mad revenge from her family's elders.

Once everyone had left, he revealed himself, standing at the base of Ling Shan and bowing. "This junior seeks an audience with Shakyamuni."

"What matter brings you to this old monk?" Shakyamuni stood at the mountain peak, smiling kindly, as if he had already recognized Ye Chen.

"The woman from the City of No Tears—do you know where she is?" Ye Chen looked up, gazing at Shakyamuni with hope.