Ye Xingchen entered the Lingxiao Pavilion after Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and Liu Wanshi.
From starting with single-digit merit value, reaching full value in a short time showed that Ah Niu had provided quite a bit of help to the sect.
Jun Changxiao was very satisfied and immediately purchased an exclusive divine weapon for him.
Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice.
Just from the name alone, it sounded very impressive.
However, considering the Divine Weapon Pavilion specialized in producing peculiar weapons, the form would probably be very ridiculous.
“Xingchen.”
Jun Changxiao sat in the great hall, saying with a face full of relief, “During this time, you’ve contributed quite a bit to the sect. This Seat has decided to reward you with an exclusive divine weapon.”
Ye Xingchen’s eyes immediately lit up.
Ever since witnessing Li Qingyang’s exclusive divine weapon, he hadn’t hesitated to put down a Martial Emperor’s dignity to lay bricks and build walls at the Falling Star Continent’s outpost!
Now, finally… the clouds had parted to reveal the moon!
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand. Flowing light appeared from nowhere, then landed in front of Ye Xingchen as he said, “This item is called Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice. From today on, it’s your exclusive divine weapon.”
“Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice?”
Brother Ah Niu’s gaze became increasingly bright.
However, when the flowing light dissipated and he saw the exclusive divine weapon clearly, the expression on his face immediately became vivid.
In his field of vision was a super-large wine jar carved with the characters ‘Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice.’ The mouth had chains wrapped around it, with the excess portion seemingly for carrying on one’s back.
A wine jar?
Wine! Jar!!
Ye Xingchen’s mouth corner twitched violently.
“Xingchen.” Jun Changxiao said seriously, “Although your exclusive divine weapon is a bit peculiar, its power is still very strong.”
Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice was a wine jar, at least better than Xiao Zuiji’s pot.
But what made Ye Xingchen collapse was that he would lose composure whenever he drank. Carrying a wine jar into battle would constantly remind him of the embarrassing things he’d done when blacked out!
Actually, Jun Changxiao selecting a wine jar-form exclusive divine weapon also hoped he could overcome his inner demons and forge ahead without fear!
“Sect Master!”
Ye Xingchen collapsed and said, “Can I not want it?”
Jun Changxiao said, “Each disciple only gets one exclusive divine weapon. If you don’t want it, then you won’t have one.”
“…”
After intense inner struggle, Ye Xingchen raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed the large wine jar’s mouth to lift it up.
Thinking of Xiao Zuiji’s big pot, thinking of Zi Lin Demon King’s pink boxing gloves, a wine jar was acceptable! At least carrying it on his back had quite a heroic air!
“Whoosh!”
A stream of memory instantly surged through his palm into his consciousness sea.
After a brief moment, Ye Xingchen understood the function and ultimate technique. His dejected eyes once again rekindled their radiance!
Although this was a wine jar, its true function was for holding wine… oh no, for taking people’s heads!
Correct!
Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice was equivalent to a Blood Drop!
When the user sacrificed this item and threw it out, as long as it covered the opponent’s head, it would sever everything.
Ye Xingchen always liked to kill in one strike during combat. Having this kind of divine weapon for taking heads showed Jun Changxiao hadn’t made a whimsical choice, but had thought it through carefully.
…
Back mountain.
Drizzling rain, poetic scenery.
Ye Xingchen stood proudly on a boulder, carrying on his back a large wine jar bound by chains. If he cut his hair short, added smoky eyes, and carved the character ‘Love’ on his forehead, he’d be totally like a certain someone.
“Why is Junior Brother Ye carrying a large wine jar on his back?”
“I heard it’s an exclusive divine weapon bestowed by the Sect Master!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others gathered together, their gazes always fixed on Ye Xingchen.
“Brother Ah Niu.”
Hui’er looked at that proud figure from afar, a smile appearing on her face.
This plain girl who had a marriage contract with Pei Ah Niu had been cultivating ever since joining the Ten Thousand Ancients Sect, always keeping a low profile, just so she wouldn’t disturb Ye Xingchen.
However, she could forcibly hide herself, but could never hide her concern for him, often secretly watching from corners.
Feelings could be earth-shattering or plain as water.
Hui’er belonged to the latter. Because Brother Ah Niu was cold to her, she only hoped to live with him in the Ten Thousand Ancients Sect, occasionally seeing him once was enough to satisfy her.
“Whoosh!”
Ye Xingchen raised his right hand. Spiritual energy gathered and emerged. The Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice carried on his back flashed with radiance, then flew out.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
The wine jar rotated at extreme speed, in the blink of an eye hovering before a watermelon-sized stone, then its mouth pressed down.
“Such fast speed!”
“If we hadn’t released our spiritual sense, we probably couldn’t have captured it!”
Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji exclaimed in surprise.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, an explosive sound rang out.
Ye Xingchen waved his right hand. Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice flew over spinning, then once again rested on his back.
The stone that had been covered earlier had shattered into pieces, becoming small pebbles.
“Damn!”
Li Fei exclaimed in shock, “This isn’t a wine jar, this is a hidden weapon!”
“Whoosh!”
Ye Xingchen waved his hand again. Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice flew out once more.
This time the speed was relatively slow. Everyone could see the trajectory with their naked eyes, but they all opened their mouths wide, because during the wine jar’s flight, it infinitely expanded!
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Sharp momentum howled forth!
After a moment, the enormously enlarged wine jar, large enough to be three to five zhang, hovered like a dark cloud above a distant mountain peak, then descended with its mouth downward.
“…”
Everyone’s mouths twitched.
The mountain peak’s topmost section was directly covered by a large wine jar. The scene was really quite peculiar!
“Boom!”
An explosion sounded. Broken stones rolled down.
When Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice returned, pressing against Ye Xingchen’s back, the covered mountain peak’s top had completely shattered.
It could fly out at extreme speed and enlarge its form. This hidden weapon was incredible!
Of course.
Ye Xingchen was only testing it, his targets nothing more than stones and mountain peaks, so the true power was fundamentally difficult to demonstrate.
“Not bad, not bad.” His gaze showed satisfaction.
Although the Parting Sorrow, Heaven Sacrifice’s form made him very pained, even inadvertently recalling things like sleeping in the outhouse or duck pen after getting drunk, because it could kill enemies in one strike, he was still very satisfied in his heart.
Wine!
This hurdle!
This Emperor will overcome it!
The scene spiritually shifted. Lord Ye Di sat collapsed at the dining table, in front of him a small cup of Drunken Life, Dreaming Death. The blood in his body was boiling, ready to burst forth at any moment.
The Sect Master gave me a wine jar-type divine weapon, now he’s giving me a cup of wine. Does he want to see me embarrass myself!
“Zuiji, Xingchen.”
Jun Changxiao said, “When you were out, the sect recruited a wine brewer. This wine was brewed by him. The other disciples have all tried it. You two can taste it as well.”
“Wine brewer?”
Ye Xingchen’s brows furrowed. He immediately had the feeling of encountering a natural nemesis!
“Sect Master.”
He folded his arms, saying proudly, “This disciple has quit drinking.”
Every time he lost composure from drinking, he was determined to quit drinking, and had even made a vow about it!
Even if what’s placed before me is heavenly nectar and jade wine, I, Ye Xingchen, will not drink!
“This wine is called Drunken Life, Dreaming Death.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Drinking a small sip won’t make you drunk, but rather make you spirited.”
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen sneered.
No matter how wonderfully you describe it, this Emperor will firmly maintain his vow to quit drinking.
“Of course.”
Jun Changxiao added, “After drinking Drunken Life, Dreaming Death, it will stimulate comprehension of heaven and earth attributes, with a duration of a full day.”
Xiao Zuiji said in surprise, “That miraculous?”
“You can try it.”
“Yes!”
Xiao Zuiji’s alcohol tolerance was decent, and his drinking behavior was good, so he didn’t fear Drunken Life, Dreaming Death. He immediately raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. After feeling his comprehension of heaven and earth attributes had improved, he said happily, “Sect Master, this disciple will go to the Spirit Gathering Array first!”
In contrast, Ye Xingchen’s expression became ferocious.
After Xiao Zuiji drank the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death, the surrounding heaven and earth attributes swarmed toward him, which represented that the wine truly had the effect of improving spiritual energy absorption!
“Xingchen.”
Jun Changxiao said, “If you’re not drinking it, give it to your fellow disciples. They’ll definitely appreciate your selfless sharing.”
“Right, right!”
Li Fei and Tian Qi appeared at the dining hall entrance, their faces full of expectant smiles.
“Hmph.”
Ye Xingchen raised his wine cup.
Under their gaze, he drank the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death.
Sweet upon entry, lingering fragrance!
However, after the fine wine entered his stomach, the alcohol’s power instantly rushed to his consciousness sea, completely occupying Lord Ye Di’s thoughts, and then… he blacked out once again.
…
“Damn it…”
Gradually regaining consciousness, Ye Xingchen covered his head and said.
After his memory returned, realizing he’d drunk wine, he hurriedly opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.
Familiar environment, familiar bed!
Correct.
His own quarters!
“Phew!”
Ye Xingchen let out a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself, “Thank goodness, thank goodness.”
“Creak!”
Pushing the door to go out, he happened to pass by Li Qingyang walking past the courtyard. He said in a low voice, “Junior Brother Ye, next time you get drunk, definitely don’t head toward the sheep pen. I spent great effort to pull you back.”
“Boom boom boom!”
Ye Xingchen stood there in a daze, struck by five thunderbolts!