According to the regulations of the Xingyun Continent, sects that advance to second-rate status may use the character ‘Saint’ in their name, such as Lily Saint Sect or Proud World Saint Sect.

Now that certification was successful, the Eternal Sect, which possessed second-rate status, could also add the character ‘Saint’ to its sect name.

Actually, the Eternal Sect’s full name was the Eternal Strongest Sect—that’s what was written on the plaque at the mountain gate.

Later, after breaking through to fifth-rate and gaining the opportunity to change their name, Yi Tianxing worried about attracting trouble, so he arbitrarily removed the words ‘Strongest’.

Master Yi truly cherished Dog Sheng.

Otherwise, just those five characters would definitely have caused all the top sects to explode in outrage.

Because the sect’s public name was the Eternal Sect, even though Jun Changxiao and the disciples all believed it should be called the Eternal Strongest Sect, they couldn’t gain recognition from the world.

It didn’t matter.

The sect’s name was equivalent to a code name—as long as it was impressive, that was enough.

At worst, they’d just call it the Eternal Strongest Saint Sect.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Yi Tianxing said, “Congratulations to your honorable sect on ascending to second-rate status. After I return, my certification hall will announce it publicly.”

“Thank you for your efforts, Hall Master Yi.” Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said with a smile.

“Farewell.”

“Farewell.”

After seeing Yi Tianxing off, Jun Changxiao looked at Mu Changhong and Situ Haoyun and said, “You’ve witnessed the miracle. This seat won’t keep you for dinner.”

“Since Sect Master Jun wants to keep us both for dinner, then we’ll respectfully accept rather than decline.”

“You two freeloaders have reached such a degree, it’s simply outrageous!”

“You flatter us, you flatter us.”

……

Since they were the first sect in the Southwest Yang Province to reach second-rate status, Jun Changxiao certainly wanted to celebrate properly, so he instructed the dining hall to quickly prepare for a celebration party that evening.

Upon learning of this, Ye Xingchen’s eyelids started twitching.

Every time the sect had any celebration, he was guaranteed to make a fool of himself, so over time he’d developed a psychological shadow.

“Can’t drink.”

“Can’t drink!”

Ye Xingchen steeled his resolve again and again.

But when the banquet began and Lan Kang introduced how the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death had been improved—drinking it would increase the speed of absorbing heaven and earth attributes—his defenses collapsed and he raised his wine cup, saying, “Bring it on!”

“Bring it!”

Su Xiaomo also heroically raised her wine cup.

Whenever Ah Niu opened his heart, the two were destined to compete, truly enemies at the drinking table.

“Elder Zhen.”

Liu Wanshi, sitting in the distance, saw this and hurriedly asked, “Did you set up the formation?”

“I set it up.”

Zhen Dejun said, “This time it’s absolutely foolproof!”

Why such confidence? Because he had just recently taken the Formation Aptitude Liquid and had now reached the Formation Saint level.

Mu Changhong and Situ Haoyun probably wouldn’t dream that after the ancient Formation Emperor’s demise, the Eternal Sect actually possessed a powerhouse whose formation dao had reached the saint level!

“Come!”

Jun Changxiao stood up and said, “For the sect advancing to second-rate status, everyone drink this cup!”

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

All the disciples raised their cups and downed the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death in one gulp.

What’s more, after Lan Kang’s improvements, not only did the wine’s enhancement effect increase, but its potency also decreased considerably. Disciples with poor alcohol tolerance felt like they were drinking some brand-name beverage after one cup.

“Thud!”

Suddenly, the sound of someone falling came.

Everyone turned their heads in unison to see Ye Xingchen collapsed under the table.

Su Xiaomo: “……”

Li Qingyang: “……”

Lan Kang said with a completely devastated expression, “The wine’s potency has decreased to almost nothing—how does he still fall down after one drink!”

“Guilty Sin!”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said, “Carry this party-pooper back.”

“Yes!”

Xiao Zuiji walked over and lifted up the dead-drunk Ye Xingchen.

Li Qingyang hurriedly followed, worried that Junior Brother Ye would get drunk, fail to return to his own room, and then run to places he shouldn’t go.

However.

Upon arriving at the residential area, Ye Xingchen suddenly opened his eyes and said indifferently, “You two go back.”

Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji were stunned.

That clear gaze with a hint of cold arrogance, that proud and upright body standing perfectly still—aside from a bit of alcohol on his breath, he showed absolutely no signs of being drunk!

“Junior Brother Ye, you’re not drunk?”

“No.”

Ye Xingchen said indifferently, then turned and left. From his gait, one could tell his consciousness was clear.

“This…”

Xiao Zuiji was somewhat bewildered.

Li Qingyang smiled and said, “Junior Brother Ye has changed—he’s become worldly.”

He had roughly guessed that when Ye Xingchen drank with Su Xiaomo, he either expelled the alcohol or deliberately pretended to be drunk.

That’s right.

Ah Niu was faking it.

The improved Drunken Life, Dreaming Death didn’t easily cause intoxication, but the enhancement effect had already manifested. To better utilize it and strengthen himself faster, he could only find an opportunity to slip away.

With so many fellow disciples present, to collapse on the ground without regard for image—

What exactly had Lord Ye experienced in the Eternal Sect for his personality to undergo such an earth-shattering change!

“Hah!”

Returning to his quarters, Ye Xingchen exhaled a breath of alcohol, then set off for the Spirit Gathering Formation.

With the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death’s enhancement, the speed of absorbing heaven and earth attributes greatly increased. He would spend the entire next day in the formation, all to become stronger!

However… an accident occurred.

Just as Ye Xingchen had been cultivating for half an hour, the Drunken Life, Dreaming Death remaining in his body suddenly erupted. The alcohol’s potency transformed like surging waves crashing toward his sea of consciousness, causing him to instantly lose self-awareness.

……

“Come, come!”

“Drink this cup!”

On the martial arts field, lights blazed brightly as the disciples continued happily drinking.

Even the usually aloof Lu Qianqian reluctantly drank a cup under Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying’s repeated addresses of “Senior Sister.”

……

“Creak!”

Late at night, the Purple Scale Demon King swayed as he pushed open his door, then removed his Never-Wearing-Out clothes and pants and flopped straight onto the bed.

Though this fellow was a beast clan member, he was equally enamored with human delicacies and wine, so he’d drunk quite a bit at the banquet and had even drunk Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and others into dancing around the bonfire holding wine jars.

“A bunch of little brats still… still wanted to compete with this king in drinking, simply…” Muttering to this point, the Purple Scale Demon King instinctively brushed away the hand draped over his neck.

A hand?

“Swoosh!”

The Purple Scale Demon King shot upright, struggling to steady his blurry vision, only to discover someone lying on his bed. His intoxication immediately dissipated by half as he roared, “How is this brat sleeping in my bed!”

……

The disciple residential area.

Li Qingyang, just preparing to undress for bed, instinctively released his spiritual sense into Junior Brother Ye’s room, discovered it was completely empty, shot to his feet, and exclaimed, “Where’s Junior Brother Ye!”

“Not good!”

Su Xiaomo’s voice came from outside, “Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother Ye isn’t in his own room!”

“Crash!”

Li Qingyang burst through the door and said urgently, “Quickly go to the livestock pen!”

“Alright!”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

In an instant, Li Fei, Tian Qi, Long Ziyang, and others were all alerted. Having learned from experience, they all headed for the livestock pen.

However, just as they were passing Spirit Beast Peak, they first heard the sound of impacts, then saw a figure fall from above, landing face-first on the ground in a swastika shape with a “bang.”

Looking closely.

Wasn’t that Ye Xingchen, whom everyone was searching for!

“Damn it!”

Standing on Spirit Beast Peak wearing only red underwear, the Purple Scale Demon King put his hands on his hips and cursed furiously, “Coming to sleep in this hall master’s bed in the middle of the night—is this brat sick? Is he a pervert!”

“……”

Everyone’s expressions became spectacular.

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