Chapter 2685: Cooking Deer and Brewing Wine

Originally, yes — this wasn't unlocked by someone smashing it open. You also didn't close the door properly.

Can you blame me? That person just arbitrarily used their iron head skill!

That old man's position as Dong Tian Shi wasn't given to him by anyone, haha. The old man's palm was extremely wide, and he waved it in front of his eyes, seemingly driving away the cloudy haze within his aged sight. He said, "This is something I snatched with my own hands."

Perhaps he should have drunk wine, but sadly his drinking buddy wasn't there. Chen Suan only took a mouthful of bitter tea. "The next Huang He Hui, eh?"

Since you're so powerful, if you don't want us from the same sect to kill each other... then snatch another one back.

Three feet as a tripod, cook deer and boil wine. The tripod is engraved with ambitions for mountains and rivers, positions have fixed amounts, and once the balance is broken, it often results in collapse. So you're in such a hurry to send me away, just to bully your five-year-old little junior brother?

When force doesn't reach the chessboard, it inevitably creates a sense of frustration. After stopping the game for a long time, his hand still trembled.

Li Yi was walking towards that "one".

The number that gives birth to all things is "three".

He thought of "third row seventh", then wrote a letter to Zhao Tie Zhu: "That ugly person in the third row and seventh column, use the identity of Zhao Tie Zhu to fight him, casually find some grievance."

Zhao Tie Zhu quickly replied: "Doesn't that mean I'm going to get beaten up?!"

"Don't waste words." Chen Suan ended the communication simply and neatly.

If he were to make friends, going with Zhongshan Wei Sun would make it impossible.

Zhao Tie Zhu, with a similar nature, perhaps had a matching temperament.

Creating a minor, irrelevant contradiction and then resolving it — this process easily produces friendship.

But if one truly harbored this scheme in their mind, it would instead fail.

Next, he thought of the number "six", the "six" of the gentleman's six arts.

He casually folded a paper crane and flew it towards the Jing Shi Tai.

The letter only bore his personal seal and a clear, explicit requirement: "Give me detailed information on Yin Wen Hua. I want to know what he does during the Huang He Hui."

The Jing Shi Tai was still surnamed Fu, but the Pei family's influence was not to be underestimated. And no matter which family it was, they would not refuse him this simple request.

After a moment's thought, he wrote the last letter to Elder Cabinet Jiang, signed with Chen Suan's name—

"Why do you say the number of human demons is nine?"

Five years ago in Tai Xu Prison, before meeting Zhao Tie Zhu in reality... he wouldn't have written such a letter.

Before doing anything, he would always think things through thoroughly, listing out all possible scenarios. He would strive to control everything, then proceed step by step.

He liked order and hated nothing more than "out of control".

Such a sudden letter flying over was too abrupt, not his usual style.

But Jiang Wang was a person impossible to include within his order. Tian Ji told him that regarding this person, a direct approach was the best choice.

He had only seen a person called "Xiong Wen" at Guan He Tai, and then remembered that one of the ninth human demons had exactly this name, and that person had died at the hands of the young Jiang Wang.

This Xiong Wen was naturally not that Xiong Wen.

There were many people with the same name in the world, but those with the same name in destiny who all walked to the front of some special existence, appearing at this person's extraordinary beginning and extraordinary peak... there was a kind of fate worth exploring.

Chen Suan did not avoid Song Huai when writing the letter.

So he also added a sentence of explanation: "From the name of a human demon, I thought of Yan Chun Hui. Thinking along the way, I suddenly became curious — today I very much respect my own curiosity, so I decided to ask the person who ended the human demons."

The Dong Tian Shi only lowered his eyes, seemingly dozing warmly under the sunset.

Jiang Wang received this inquiry letter at the Shi Jie Tai.

This was an interesting question.

If he were to ask Yan Chun Hui this, his answer would surely be that he couldn't remember clearly.

Chen Suan could pay attention to the name "Xiong Wen", paying attention to every match of True Monarch Jiang at Guan He Tai, of course, would not miss it either.

This person also called "Xiong Wen" had a very clear background.

It should be said that anyone who walked to Guan He Tai had a clear background. Those with unclear origins could not reach this place.

This person originated from Ji Country — a country with almost no sense of existence, existing only based on the needs of Dao Gate inheritance. The current Dao Gate sect inherited in this country was called "Yin Shan Sect", considered a branch of Da Luo Mountain, primarily using ghost-walking and corpse-controlling methods.

But because the Corpse Path was already cut off and the Ghost Path was not prosperous, the inheritance of Yin Shan Sect was also within a branch of the Ji Country imperial family, passed down by bloodline, considered barely maintaining the incense fire of this ancient Dao Sect.

Even if Huang Wei Zhen returned from the illusion and the Corpse Phoenix Ga Xuan and Ghost Phoenix Lian Hong were truly born, greatly prospering the two paths, positioned in the tiny Ji Country of the Central Domain, they would be late to know, late to understand... or perhaps cautiously have no reaction.

Xiong Wen of Ji Country was considered a genius figure with both effort and luck. From a young age, his body surpassed others. At eighteen, he could rely on his mortal body to tear apart tigers and leopards, becoming famous in various villages by hunting bears.

During one hunting trip in the mountains, he obtained a cultivator's relic treasure, acquiring an undispelled medicinal power-opening meridian pill and a part of a residual formula, thus stepping onto the extraordinary path.

It happened that the Tai Xu Illusion developed greatly, and he contacted it, actively completing the Tai Xu Scroll tasks, cultivating the "Tai Xu Xuan Zhang", and from then on made rapid progress... finally radiating brilliance, being cultivated by the entire country, and sent all the way to Guan He Tai.

In fact, in this session of the Huang He Hui, quite a few participants from small countries in the preliminaries, or individuals who entered the preliminary quota competition through the Tai Xu Illusion, primarily cultivated the "Tai Xu Xuan Zhang".

It was, of course, not the most powerful or perfect cultivation method, but it was upright and peaceful, possessing the widest applicability, minimizing risks on the cultivation path.

The "Tai Xu Xuan Zhang" was formally launched in the Dao Calendar year 3926, and up to now, nearly seven years have passed. Its influence on enriching the foundation of the human race had already begun to bloom in this session of the Huang He Hui.

Ji Country's Xiong Wen, Sand Ridge Zhao Family Ditch's Zhao Mu Tong, You Xia Island Angry Whale Gang's Wang Bo Yu...

All benefited from it, shedding their ordinary lives and becoming a shining star among the stars at Guan He Tai.

Why were these names remembered so clearly?

Because these days, no matter who was on patrol, they would discuss the names of those who cultivated the "Tai Xu Xuan Zhang" and rose to prominence, putting them within the Tai Xu Pavilion... these were the flowers they had planted, the fruits they had borne for their cause.

As silent as Li Yi, he would pinch the names he saw into stones and place them on the table. As introverted as Cang Ming, he would... laugh there.

Ji Country had been founded for over 140 years, and this was the first time it had made an impact at Guan He Tai!

Although Xiong Wen was knocked into the loser's bracket, he was already the pride of the entire Ji Country. His match with Wen Yong did not have many spectators at Guan He Tai.

But in the spectator seats of the Tai Xu Illusion, it was full of Ji Country people.

Zhi Niao and De Yu diligently monitored the entire match and announced the victory and defeat.

Only with the same name — at least under the watchful eyes of Jiang Wang and the patrol cabinet members Huang She Li and Zhong Xuan, this Xiong Wen from Ji Country had no problems.

On the Shi Jie Tai, Jiang Wang was lost in thought.

Since parting ways in Yun Country, Yan Chun Hui had disappeared without a trace.

A top True Monarch who wanted to hide himself was like a drop of water in water, a breeze in the wind, invisible. Unless the present world was turned upside down, it would be very difficult to catch his shadow.

Jiang Wang also didn't specifically go looking for him; he had too many things to do and could no longer spare more time. The fact that there were no more traces of human demons in the world was exactly the answer Yan Chun Hui gave him.

There were few things in the world without reason, and Bodhi was difficult to bear fruit without cause. Chen Suan's question was actually a problem Jiang Wang had thought about for a long time.

Yan Chun Hui was silly, but not truly silly.

He forgot everything, but he always remembered to cultivate human demons, and it was always the number "nine".

It was impossible without reason.

Yan Chun Hui's master had a specific "divine ability planting method", capable of using non-human means to transplant nine specific divine abilities into people who met the conditions.

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The so-called nine great human demons — Forgetting Self, Calculating Fate, Ten Thousand Evils, Cutting Flesh, Revealing Face, Chopping Head, Bloodthirsty, Eating Soul, Swallowing Heart (Hate Heart). Not only was the number always nine, but their roles were also the same. When one died, another changed, with no impact on Bu Gui Gu.

Up to now, the only thing that had truly changed Bu Gui Gu was the stone tablet that Jiang Wang had erected.

Yan Chun Hui, who forgot everything in Bu Gui Gu, sometimes dreamt and sometimes woke, why did he enjoy creating human demons?

Regarding Chen Suan's letter, Jiang Wang only replied with four words: "The road is in between."

He thought — Yan Chun Hui's human demon path was his personal path of transcendence.

This was the reason he initially did not hesitate to force Yan Chun Hui to change his path.

But Yan Chun Hui's choice to change his path at that time was absolutely not a sign of his weakness. Jiang Wang was more inclined to understand it as — he had already completed the early preparations and no longer needed to cultivate human demons.

It was more like borrowing momentum to jump out of the world's view, a dragon swimming in the vast sea.

Dragon swimming in the vast sea, unrestrained. Wen Yong, once again, welcomed a losing match.

Losing the challenge match qualification also thoroughly sent him away from the Huang He Hui.

Cutting off shackles, abandoning his surname to pursue his name, was the courage to stake everything. But courage was not something anyone lacked here.

In a short year, he had experienced wind and snow alone, feeling that he had progressed a lot. But if he had stayed in Song Country for this year, if that quota representing the country was still there, the resources and cultivation Song Country would have given him could certainly have made him far surpass his current self.

Compared to that big Southern Border country, Wen Hua, full of grace and power, personal strength was too insignificant.

The present world was cruel. Those who wanted to prove themselves would all fall before another's spirit.

None of the opponents who could walk to his front were there to welcome failure.

Wen Yong walked out of the arena with dull eyes. The green light belonging to Elder Cabinet Zhong Wen Yu Qing Guang had already healed his injuries — among the crowd of Tai Xu Cabinet members, Zhong Xuan's medical skill was the best. Ju Kui was second, and Huang She Li was next. The others basically hadn't learned it.

According to Dou Zhao, Zhong Xuan wrote and spoke haphazardly and got beaten a lot, while Ju Kui was needed for severe interrogation. As for Huang She Li — she said she was a person who pitied flowers.

But the huge sense of frustration within was a haze that could not be dispelled, unable to be cured by Elder Cabinet Zhong's Confucian methods.

The first day he ascended the stage and fell, he didn't dare to look below the stage.

He was afraid of seeing his hall brother Yin Wen Hua, and also afraid of not seeing him.

His grand words and ambitions, still ringing in his ears, every single word, felt like a slap on his own face.

He comforted himself, summarized himself, encouraged himself, found methods for himself... then failed himself.

How many people came here full of ambition, and he covered his face and left, flustered like a ruined dog.

In the dense crowd, squeezing out a way, he bumped into some people and things, godlessly, spilling things on the ground, and also exchanged some angry voices. If it weren't for the Huang He Guards maintaining order, he might have even taken a few punches and kicks...

Wen Yong didn't care about any of it.

Still not fully awake, he bumped over a unicycle. Wen Yong instinctively turned his body, already standing steadily in an open space, and turned his head back to look —

An old big yellow dog, its age obvious, and a small girl sitting on the ground, neither grey nor slippery, both looking at him with angry eyes.

Then came an overly flattering smiling face: "Never mind, never mind, it's my fault for not parking the cart in the right place, blocking the way... You're okay, right?"

The old manager of the Three Points Fragrance Building on Bai Hua Jie!

In just one year, he had aged too much, with a feeling of having overdrawn himself. But as a former regular customer of the Three Points Fragrance Building, Wen Yong still recognized him at a glance.

Immediately covering his face, he just wanted to leave.

Old Quan surprisingly called out: "Young Master Wen Yong!"

Wen Yong just wanted to say "you've mistaken me".

Old Quan again chattered: "I just watched your match, you fought very well, you are the pride of our Song Country people!"

Perhaps it was the joy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land that made this old man lose some of his usual decorum.

But Wen Yong indeed saw no trace of mockery in his eyes, only full admiration.

In this old manager's eyes, being able to walk onto Guan He Tai was already an extremely extraordinary thing.

"Oh... it's you." Wen Yong couldn't think of the name for a moment, perhaps he hadn't even asked a manager's name from the beginning, only with a bit of lingering politeness, casually cared: "You've aged so much."

Old Quan only laughed: "My body's still okay, still able to work."

No matter how much the burdens of life bent his back, he didn't complain, only kept moving forward. This was how tens of thousands of ordinary people in the world lived. An ordinary life of effort.

Wen Yong felt the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, seemingly extending in a strange twist.

But on closer inspection, there was nothing abnormal.

Dazed and hazy...

"Good, good." Wen Yong said and then walked outside: "Pay attention to your health, rest more."

Old Quan's voice followed behind him: "You too, Young Master! It's not easy to be away, take care of yourself!"

For that one instant, Wen Yong's nose tingled.

Since he had abandoned his surname and left, seeking his own life, the Yin family acted as if he didn't exist.

He had waited for a long time at Guan He Tai, but his hall brother Yin Wen Hua also didn't come to watch him.

This was unexpectedly the first caring sentence he had received in over a year. It came from a minor character he had never once looked in the eye, and whose name he still didn't know.

Wen Yong, ah Wen Yong, you are arrogant and boastful, with grand ambitions, yet you're just a puddle of dog piss!

Walking down Guan He Tai, he straightened his body and flew, faster than lightning, accelerating to the limit of life, flying without regard!

Flying over the clear sky, shuttling through sudden rain.

He felt like a ball of fire, like a swallow shuttling in a strong wind. He was willing to burn like this until the end of his life... he was unable to face his mediocre self!

Just like this, he flew for an unknown amount of time, feeling as if he had bumped into something, a wall?

It knocked him to the point where his internal organs shifted, and he vomited blood in frustration.

He lay heavily on the ground!

After a long time, he finally lifted his eyes and saw a person completely covered in bronze armor, standing in front of him.

Cold, powerful, like a mountain peak that could never be surpassed.

Kill me, even though I don't know what it means...

Wen Yong lowered his head, burying his face in the rain, mud, and mire.

But in the next moment, his hair was grabbed, and his head was lifted.

The bronze-armored strange person half-squatted in front of him, and the cold iron-like eyes beneath the bronze armor pierced his numb heart.

"Do you want to become strong?" This person's voice was also like cast iron water: "I mean — no longer be a failure."

Wen Yong could no longer distinguish if the mud and water on his face were mud or blood, but he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "What are your conditions?"

"I appreciate your courage to abandon everything, this is why I am willing to help you. So —" The bronze-armored strange person said: "Before you kill me, or I die for other reasons, you are not to return to Song Country."

"I am willing..." Fearing the other side couldn't hear clearly, Wen Yong spat out the mud and rainwater in his mouth and repeated it again: "I am willing."

And cultivators do not avoid clouds and rain, they can cross thunder. So many years they could see the sunset, actually there were thirteen thousand five hundred and five times.

He missed thirteen thousand one hundred and eighty-four times.

He would still miss more.

Chen Suan propped his chin with one hand, looking at the evening glow, his other hand's fingers inserted into the chess basket, casually and silently moving the chess pieces.

A game of chess played until sunset.

How many times did a person see the evening glow in their life?

Perhaps he was too tired, leading to intrusive thoughts. In Chen Suan's mind, this question inexplicably came up.

Three hundred and twenty-one times. This number instinctively popped out in his mind — he had seen this many sunsets so far.

Screens of ice bricks dispelled the summer heat, the setting sun dyed the edge of the sky red, and the old man sat on the stone bench, seemingly a little drowsy.

"I thought I was your last disciple!"

People are always busy with various things, then miss the sunset. Miss their own, and also miss others.

This world is a tightly seamless world, endless numbers gathered as bricks, built into a castle, accumulating Chen Suan's life.

"Some people's future can be seen from birth. You don't know exactly how high it will be, but you know it will certainly be very high."

"Was he born with talent when I entered prison? Master, it sounds like you, old man, refined a bad pill and reopened a furnace."

"Chen Cuo can go. If it's still a session every fourteen years, he's just nineteen years old." Song Huai paused meaningfully: "It's a suitable age to compete for the championship."

"He's only five years old this year, can his future be determined?"

"Refining pills? That's what Bei Tian Shi is good at."

"Did you just change the topic to admit it?"

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