Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Wine Talk
A great battle had just ended, and disciples from the Guard Hall appeared in groups.

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The Outer Sect of the Cloud Sun Sect governed over one hundred thousand disciples, with more than a dozen hall entrances.

Among them, the Combat, Guard, and Punishment Halls were the strongest.

The Combat Hall was mainly responsible for waging wars outside.

The Guard Hall managed the entire Outer Sect, including the safety and order of three Immortal Cities.

They were like the police in action movies who show up at the end to cordon off the battlefield and disperse the onlookers.

At the same time, they rescued the wounded and collected the bodies.

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Some of the Guard Hall disciples were also starting to excavate the area where the bug giant had been executed.

Meanwhile, the Cloud Sun Flying Ship circled in the sky for a while before flying back in the direction it came from.

It soon disappeared from sight.

Wang Chen quietly left the small hill and returned to his home.

His home was more than ten miles away from where the great battle broke out, so it was not affected.

The Spirit Fields were also untouched and unharmed.

However, Wang Chen’s heart was not at peace.

This short but brutal battle had given him a profound realization of the dangers of the world of Immortal Cultivation.

He also truly understood how insignificant and vulnerable he was.

Wang Chen did not become fearful or cowardly.

Although he felt perplexed and uneasy, his longing for strength became even more resolute.

With a thought, the Sword Light branded in his Divine Soul suddenly illuminated his Sea of Consciousness.

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Wang Chen took a deep breath and immediately stimulated the mana in his Dantian.

He abruptly pointed at the oil lamp on the table and shouted, “Rise!”

His Divine Soul guided the mana outward, and the oil lamp, three feet away, trembled violently, then began to float shakily into the air.

[Object-Controlling Technique (Beginner): 0/100]

He had entered the threshold of the Object-Controlling Technique!

Wang Chen flicked his fingers, and the oil lamp floating in mid-air drifted left and right accordingly.

A faint smile spread across his face.

The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and night quietly enveloped the land.

Wang Chen set his evening meal on the table, preparing to comfort his stomach.

No matter how tough the times, one must fill their belly.

Bang! Bang!

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Just then, someone forcefully knocked on the courtyard door from outside.

Startled, Bai, who had been about to feast to his heart’s content, scurried under the table in a flash.

Who is it?

Wang Chen reluctantly put down his chopsticks and went to Open Gate the door.

But as soon as the door cracked open, a thick smell of alcohol wafted in, nearly knocking him off his feet!

“Old Sun?”

Wang Chen took a half step back, covering his nose, and asked in a muffled voice, “What’s happened to you?”

The person knocking was Old Sun.

This elder’s eyes were bleary, his face a shade of purple-red, and he looked barely able to stand.

In the afternoon, Old Sun had also run to the scene for a glimpse of the excitement, even urging Wang Chen to join.

Although Wang Chen wasn’t particularly fond of this old man who liked to take advantage, he was still relieved to see him unharmed.

After all, since his arrival in this completely unfamiliar world, Old Sun was the person he knew best.

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But rather than showing any joy at having survived the disaster, Old Sun’s drunken face was filled with despair.

“I’m fine.”

Old Sun waved his hand dismissively, looking straight at Wang Chen, “I just wanted to have a talk with you.”

He was holding a flask of wine in his other hand.

Wang Chen sighed, “Come in.”

He couldn’t very well leave Old Sun outside in this state.

He simply moved a small wooden table out into the courtyard, brought over two wooden stools, and a fresh set of bowls and chopsticks.

Old Sun sat down, grabbed a slice of sauce-covered meat, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing haphazardly.

As he chewed, tears started to stream down his face.

“Doggie, do you know?”

Old Sun said mournfully, “Old Man Lu is dead. I watched him die right in front of me. I wanted to save him, but…”

Wang Chen fell silent.

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He knew Old Man Lu; he had even gone to clear Earth Rhinoceros Beetles from Lu’s Spirit Fields before.

I hadn’t expected to die just like that.

“I shouldn’t have asked him to go.”

Old Sun poured his bowl full of wine and drained it in one gulp.

His gaze grew even more dull, “One mustn’t be greedy, after all. The benefits of the sect aren’t so easily obtained. I was foolish, and so was he. I was a bit luckier; he was just unlucky…”

“It’s not my fault, I didn’t want it, I really didn’t think so!”

He drank mouthfuls of wine as he muttered incessantly.

It didn’t matter to him whether Wang Chen was listening.

After finishing a gourd of wine, Old Sun’s head slumped onto the table.

He was drinking ordinary rice wine, not Spiritual Wine, which meant he shouldn’t have been able to get drunk.

However, if one truly wished to become drunk…

Then even a Golden Core True Person, much less a Qi Cultivator, could end up intoxicated.

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Old Sun had come to drown his sorrows in Wang Chen’s wine, clearly seeking to vent his guilt and fear.

Wang Chen was at a loss for what to say in this situation.

A pitiable person often had their detestable side.

Within the memories left to Wang Chen by his predecessor, this old man was stingy and lecherous, taking advantage of his youth to reap many benefits.

But on the other hand, Old Sun had taught his predecessor quite a few tricks on cultivating the Spirit Fields.

Even if the motives were not pure, it was still genuine help.

After transmigrating over, Wang Chen hadn’t shown much kindness to him.

Old Sun didn’t seem to take it to heart, though.

He even cooperated with him to earn some Spirit Stones.

In any case, this old gentleman was not entirely benevolent, nor was he a villain beyond redemption.

As for the temperament and poise expected of a Cultivator, they were completely absent!

Of course, Wang Chen couldn’t just leave Old Sun there and had to help him up and carry him on his back.

Then he took him home.

Wang Chen’s own house had only a single bed, unfit for accommodating guests.

Luckily, Old Sun’s home was only a couple hundred steps away from his own.

As Wang Chen carried the old man over, he noticed that the courtyard gate was still open.

After placing the old man on the bed in the bedroom, he even carefully propped up the pillow.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Wang Chen’s wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

The Old Sun lying on the bed had opened his eyes and said with a trembling voice, “Don’t trust it, don’t…”

Wang Chen was momentarily stunned, “Don’t trust what?”

“It’s not that.”

Old Sun closed his eyes again, murmuring to himself, “It’s not my fault, it’s not…”

Wang Chen didn’t pay attention, assuming the other was just talking in his drunken stupor.

He shook off Old Sun’s hand and left the room quietly.

Taking care to close the door behind him.

The tranquil moonlight shone through the window into the room, casting its light on Old Sun’s gaunt frame.

He was motionless, as if he were dead.

Suddenly, the shadow of the window grid on the ground trembled.

It began to twist and change.

Gradually, the shadow extended towards the wooden bed, like a long tentacle.

It had an unspeakable eeriness.

This tentacle crawled up from the foot of the bed, inching closer to where the pillow was.

And then it started to reach towards Old Sun’s left ear!

Dong

At that moment, a deep and ancient bell tolled into the room.

It was the Hour of the Dog.

The black tendril that was just about to enter Old Sun’s ear instantly gave off a wisp of gray smoke.

Like it had touched a hot iron, it retracted quickly, returning to its original position in the blink of an eye.

And then all was normal again.

Bang!

A gust of wind blew in, causing the open window shutter to sway and slam down with a clatter.

Blocking the moonlight from the outside!

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