The Wine Devil’s personality was very much to Jun Changxiao’s taste, and his martial prowess was also extremely strong, so he immediately had thoughts of recruitment.
How to recruit him?
This was a major problem.
Goudan had a sudden inspiration and deliberately portrayed Ye Xingchen as a supreme master of the Dao of Wine, then made the other party develop a strong desire to meet him!
Why not Li Qingyang or Xiao Zuiji?
You should know that any random disciple—even female disciples like Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying—could drink Ah Niu under the table by several streets.
If one had to explain, it was probably the Sect Leader’s love for his disciples.
Moreover.
Ye Xingchen’s exclusive divine weapon had evolved into a wine jar, so from the equipment perspective, it was quite suitable for the title of “Supreme Master of the Dao of Wine.”
The System said: “The host just enjoys persecuting Ye Xingchen. To this day, the people of Soul Clan Continent still curse him while eating.”
“Supreme Master of the Dao of Wine?”
The Wine Devil’s eyes immediately lit up.
Someone who could drink even more than the person who had drunk him under the table—this moved his heart tremendously!
“Xingyun Continent? Ye Xingchen.” The Wine Devil thought to himself: “If one day this old man can get out of prison, I’ll definitely go find you for a couple of drinks!”
Ah Niu, who had just been carried back to his room by Li Qingyang and the others, would definitely stand right back up and drink another bowl of Drunken Life and Death if he knew the Sect Leader had bestowed upon him the title of “Supreme Master of the Dao of Wine”!
……
Jun Changxiao had grasped the Wine Devil’s psychology, but he also knew when to stop. He then simply inquired before heading toward the teleportation array.
“Boss, you’re going to the sixth layer of Hell?”
“Yes.”
“It’s better not to go.”
The Wine Devil said seriously: “The main criminals imprisoned there are not easy to deal with!”
“Is that so?”
Jun Changxiao smiled: “That makes me even more interested.”
“……”
The Wine Devil’s mouth twitched slightly.
He had tried to dissuade him. If the boss really wanted to go, he couldn’t forcibly stop him.
Jun Changxiao walked toward the teleportation array. Just as he was about to enter, a voice reached his ear: “Young friend, please wait!”
The speaker was none other than the pitiful wretch curled up in the corner. He mustered his courage to stand up and walk over, his eyes toward the Wine Devil filled with fear and trepidation.
“Hey!”
“Without my command, you actually dare to stand up!”
The Wine Devil was about to roll up his sleeves to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Jun Changxiao, who said: “What is it?”
That person walked over, paused briefly, and said: “You’re from Xingyun Continent?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re searching for the Nine Emperors?”
What Jun Changxiao had just asked the Wine Devil, he had heard clearly despite hiding in the distance.
“You know them?”
Goudan asked urgently.
From the first to the fifth layer of Hell, although the author had carelessly not written much about it, he had always been inquiring and investigating, but ultimately there had been no news of the nine Great Martial Emperors.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a wave of energy surged around that person’s body, blowing his disheveled hair open and revealing a somewhat dignified face. He said: “I am one of the Nine Emperors you seek!”
Jun Changxiao was stunned, his mouth opening.
This pitiful wretch who had been bullied in the fifth layer of Hell to the point of having no intact skin on his entire body was actually one of the nine Great Martial Emperors he was looking for?
Stop kidding around!
The nine strongest individuals who ruled Xingyun Continent shouldn’t they be long accustomed to positions of authority, naturally commanding respect without anger?
Since crossing over and learning that this plane had nine Great Martial Emperors, Jun Changxiao had imagined that such high-level experts would definitely have more presence than emperors, and he had even dreamed of drinking together with them and discussing the great affairs of the world.
Now that the pitiful wretch standing before him was actually one of the Nine Emperors he sought, there was truly a huge contrast!
The System said: “The Nine Emperors are very strong in Xingyun Continent, but they’re quite common in the Mortal Dust Universe. Especially being imprisoned in the Nine Layers Hell and ending up in such a miserable state seems quite normal.”
“True enough.”
Jun Changxiao felt relieved.
The Nine Emperors were viewed by the people of Xingyun Continent as the supreme strongest kings high above, so in terms of image, one would subconsciously imagine them as tall and mighty.
But within the entire Mortal Dust Universe, they were quite ordinary. Especially since the main criminals imprisoned in the Nine Layers Hell were not only powerful but also had various special abilities—for them to be locked up here and subjected to abuse, losing their kingly bearing was not rare.
“Nine Emperors?”
The Wine Devil said disdainfully: “So you actually have quite a big reputation.”
This pitiful wretch who couldn’t out-drink him or out-fight him—he had never given him a proper look.
That person clenched his fists, a flash of anger passing through his eyes, but having endured torture for thousands of years had taught him patience, so he pretended not to hear the deliberate mockery.
“Which of the Nine Emperors are you?” Jun Changxiao asked.
That person straightened his messy hair and clothing, and in a formal tone said: “Spirit Emperor, Du Yinqing!”
Those few simple words allowed Jun Changxiao to catch some remnants of kingly bearing, and he immediately believed him somewhat, saying: “Do you have proof?”
“Swish!”
Du Yinqing opened his palm.
A token with gold-trimmed edges and carved with the characters “Spirit Emperor” appeared. He said: “This is this Emperor’s token of identity.”
If Goudan were replaced right now with high-level members of a top sect from the Continent, upon seeing the token they would definitely bow respectfully immediately, because seeing the token of the Nine Emperors was like seeing the emperors themselves!
“Not bad.”
The System said: “The token was produced in Xingyun Continent.”
“You can even tell that?” Jun Changxiao thought in surprise.
The System said proudly: “Don’t think that only the host is constantly getting stronger—this System is also upgrading at every moment.”
Since the other party had produced his identity token, Jun Changxiao already believed him eighty percent. He stepped forward affectionately to shake hands, saying: “Big Boss, you’ve suffered!”
Goudan liked to daydream.
For example, if one day he met the Nine Emperors, would he be able to be on brotherly terms with them, would he be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with them?
Now that it had actually happened, the result was completely different from what he had imagined, because the other party not only lacked noble bearing, but was even more pitiful than a beggar!
“Sigh.”
Du Yinqing let out a long sigh.
He didn’t speak, because to say more would just be tears!
“Hahaha!”
The Wine Devil placed one hand on his shoulder, grinning: “So you and the boss know each other. We also became acquainted through conflict—from today on, let’s address each other as brothers!”
People with bold and uninhibited personalities just loved to let bygones be bygones with a smile!
Du Yinqing broke down.
You tormented me for thousands of years, and now you actually have the face to address me as a brother?
……
Jun Changxiao was in no hurry to enter the sixth layer of Hell. Instead, he conversed privately with Du Yinqing, inquiring: “Big Boss, which layers of Hell are the other Martial Emperors imprisoned in?”
After enduring thousands of years of torture, the Spirit Emperor had already lost his former edge. Like a weathered old man, he took a sip of Drunken Life and Death and said: “We were separated after being brought to the Starry Sky Fortress.”
Jun Changxiao asked: “What crimes did you all commit?”
“……”
Du Yinqing directly took a large gulp of wine. His sea of consciousness immediately filled with memories of the past, then he shook his head bitterly: “Matters of bygone years—better not to mention them.”
Not mention them? How could that work?
I’m extremely curious about what earth-shattering crimes you all committed to be imprisoned in the Nine Layers Hell of the Starry Sky Fortress.
“Thump!”
Just as he was about to continue inquiring, Du Yinqing collapsed. From his facial expression, he had clearly drunk the Drunken Life and Death to the point of unconsciousness.
“……”
Jun Changxiao’s face was full of speechlessness and contempt: “I thought the Nine Emperors would be very strong, but I didn’t expect them to be this pathetic!”
“Ptui!”
“Ptui ptui ptui!”
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