Rebirth Of The Supreme Celestial Being (201-400)

274- Sorrowful Sound and Lianlian

Both inner- and outer-door disciples alike all received a considerable sum of money from the Peak Master to celebrate this special occasion. Their faces were brimming with smiles. They naturally welcomed Lin Xuanzhi’s arrival — if Lin Xuanzhi had not been a closed-door disciple whom Esteemed Lan Yue personally recognized in front of everyone, they surely would have been happier.

However, few people were actually jealous of Lin Xuanzhi. After all, according to their understanding of Esteemed Lan Yue, even if Esteemed Lan Yue didn’t take Lin Xuanzhi in as a disciple, it would still not be their turn to be accepted as his disciple.

With the moon high in the night sky, Lin Xuanzhi held a wine glass, muttering to himself irresolutely about whether or not Yan Tianhen had already seen Esteemed Huai Yu, when someone behind him suddenly hugged his neck, and he felt the pressure of a heavy person pressing down on him.

Lin Xuanzhi fought back the urge to simply send the person flying with a direct backhand. A cold glass touched his mouth.

“Little Martial Brother, today Gege I…hic, I’m so happy!” Wan Yitong clung to Lin Xuanzhi’s shoulder and insisted on stuffing the wine into his mouth, even muttering, “Damn, brat, you’re actually a craftsman as well, shameless, how the fuck do you want others to live now? I heard that you became very famous in Sky Peak City, and now everyone in the Five Continents knows your name…Tsk, next time there’s a good thing like this, remember to take me with you. Oh…but this wine cup is really good. One of these days, accompany Gege in drinking another round!”

Lin Xuanzhi had no choice but to drink the wine Wan Yitong stuffed into his mouth. Wan Yitong’s mind wasn’t quite so sober anymore. Seeing him drink it, he immediately broke into rambunctious laughter and insisted on pouring him another glass of wine.

Lin Xuanzhi’s face was full of helplessness. He cast his eyes for help toward Hai Kuanglang, who was watching nearby.

Hai Kuanglang leaned against a pillar in the main hall, waving the crystal glass in his hand thoughtfully. He smiled, “Old Five is always like this whenever he gets drunk. There’s nothing that can be done, and I can’t help either.”

Taking advantage of this occasion, Lin Xuanzhi was once again forced to down a glass of wine by the clingy Wan Yitong.

Zhan Fengting was still considered sober and kind-hearted. When he saw that Lin Xuanzhi’s clothes were about to be stripped by Wan Yitong, he hurried over and pulled Wan Yitong’s arm, trying to pull him up from Lin Xuanzhi’s back. However, Wan Yitong still clung to Lin Xuanzhi’s neck and muttered, “I don’t want to, I want to have a heart-to-heart chat with my good Junior Martial Brother. I also have a Junior Martial Brother now; this is my Junior Martial Brother! In the future, Gege will protect you, hic…”

Wan Yitong hiccuped. Although the spiritual wine had no unpleasant smell and instead had a kind of fragrant scent, when the sound rushed into Lin Xuanzhi’s ear, he almost jumped up.

“All right, all right, one of these days, your Junior Martial Brother will have a psychological shadow because of you.” Nursing a headache, Zhan Fengting put his hands under Wan Yitong’s armpits, wanting to lift him up, but Wan Yitong suddenly acted as though his laughing acupoint had been pressed, roaring with laughter, his body twisting and writhing while rubbing on Lin Xuanzhi.

Lin Xuanzhi was finally unable to bear it and was about to get up and pull the person aside when he saw Bei Shitian walking over expressionlessly. Bei Shitian had only shown his face for a little while during the start of the banquet; afterward, he secretly went off to who-knows-where to practice his sword.

Bei Shitian directly drew his sword and stabbed towards Wan Yitong’s neck.

Wan Yitong was like an arrow that had been launched from the bow. With a clang, he suddenly turned and pulled out the sword that he always kept by his side. He pressed down Bei Shitian’s sword. They coldly stared at each other for a moment. Bei Shitian wanted to withdraw his sword, only to find that it was pressed down by a strong force and couldn’t move an inch.