Chapter 51: One Cup Drunk
“Not necessary.”
Yun Wuxiang patted the dog-like head that had leaned over twice. “I am quite satisfied with my current state. Between desire and reason, I will always choose the latter. Besides…”
His fingers, woven through the slightly cool strands of hair, pushed the head back, forcing the person to look up. The man in his grasp responded perfectly to his strength, allowing himself to be manipulated with an air of utter obedience.
Yun Wuxiang looked into those eyesâpure as a puppyâs, as if one could see right through them at a glanceâand thought to himself: This guyâs skin really knows how to deceive people.
Whenever Song Yilou wasn’t actively going mad, anyone who saw him would fail to see through his true nature.
“You illiterate, what do you know of demons?” Yun Wuxiangâs lips quirked up. He released Song Yilouâs head, but just as he lifted his hand, another hand caught his wrist and pressed it back.
“I don’t need to understand other demons. I only need to understand the Temple Master.” Song Yilouâs lips curved, his gaze shifting downward, landing below the abdomen, between the legs. “Whether in the Mortal Realm or the Demon Realm, I don’t seem to have ever seen the Temple Master rise in the morning…”
Smack!
The hand Yun Wuxiang had resting on Song Yilouâs crown suddenly exerted force, pressing the otherâs head down and slamming it into the floor.
A foxtail grass swayed back and forth, brushing against a long, powerful leg.
Sword light flashed, piercing through the back of the chair and stabbing into the ground. A cunning black scorpion scurried away quickly, only to be yanked back by a red string after a short distance.
After teaching the convulsing Ghost Gu a lesson, he found a random excuse to toss it out.
When no one was around, the Systemâs query echoed in Yun Wuxiangâs mind: ăHost, who is Yun Xinyang?ă
3339 had heard this name from Song Yilou several times now. It was genuinely curiousâwho was that?
Yun Wuxiang: [My younger brother. He has already fallen asleep forever.]
ăApologies, Temple Master. Please accept my condolences.ă
[En.] Yun Wuxiang took out the Willow Herb gifted by 6669âs host. The warm-colored flower reflected in his pupils.
When he accepted this flower, aside from the coordinates of Song Yilouâs soul slice, a packaged audio recording had also entered Yun Wuxiangâs mind.
“Hello? Can you hear me, brother? This is a reminder from a kind-hearted person: If you can be human, don’t become a demon. The management at System Headquarters doesn’t really like demons. I’d much rather have another colleague than see you on the wanted list. The failure rate for demon-hunting missions is the highest, and I really don’t want to do one again.”
The voice of 6669âs host easily gave one a positive impression. It was like sunlight shining on tender flower branchesâfull of vitality, a person just like their voice.
Yun Wuxiang originally didn’t care if the System knew his origins were that of an Inner Demon, but he felt that 3339 would be frightened if it knew. It would likely go into autistic seclusion again.
After hearing this message, he decided to keep the matter completely hidden from 3339.
Although Song Yilou kept spilling the beans, who would believe the words of a madman?
Yun Wuxiang continued to delve into the composition of the Secret Realm’s core formation. After deciphering the function of another array pattern, a faint sense of pleasure rose in his heart.
Things he liked… did researching and modifying cultivation techniques and secret array arts count?
“Temple Master, those two Heaven-rank demonic beasts are fighting again. Let’s go on a date!” Song Yilou, who completely failed to learn his lesson, hopped back in after wandering around outside.
Yun Wuxiang stood up. As he passed by Song Yilou, he glanced at the injuries all over the other’s body and casually cast a Rejuvenation Spell. “Let’s go.”
“Eh?” Song Yilou dumbly raised his now-intact arm. Turning his head, he saw Yun Wuxiang had already walked quite a distance. He trotted to catch up. “Temple Master, Temple Master, my wounds are healed! Wah, the Temple Master healed me.”
Yun Wuxiang: “En. Itâs to prevent you from dragging me down later.”
A reasonable explanation, but Song Yilou rarely understood human speech. Any words that reached his ears were automatically distorted by the ‘Song Translation Filter.’
“The Temple Master is worried about me. The Temple Master likes me. When can we get married?”
“Shut up.”
…
The power of the two fighting Heaven-rank demonic beasts was earth-shattering. Mountains crumbled, birds took flight in panic, and rivers turned into torrential rain, splashing down in parabolic arcs.
An Earth-rank demon bird tried to fly into the distance, but a massive stone spike fell from the sky, piercing its wing and smashing it to the ground. The beast’s tough physique prevented it from turning into meat paste between the spike and the earth, but it was powerless to escape.
“Temple Master, we can eat roast chicken tonight.”
The demon bird turned its head to look. Two tiny two-legged beasts appeared in its field of vision. Judging by their aura, these two were not higher level than itself, but it was injured.
Sensing danger, the demon bird let out a warning screech at them.
“I’d rather taste the one in the sky.” Yun Wuxiang glanced at the injured bird, then looked up at the horizon where a massive Six-Clawed Peng Bird was locked in combat with a Three-Headed Python.
As the Peng spread its wings, a vast stretch of land instantly darkened, shrouded in shadow.
The python whipped its tail, shattering mountains and sending rocks flying through the air.
“Thatâs a bit hard to chew. Itâs too big; my poison won’t work on it,” Song Yilou said.
Yun Wuxiang glanced at him. “You tried?”
Song Yilou kicked a pebble on the ground gloomily. “Once they finish fighting, they’ll start eatingâlike the unlucky ones caught in the crossfire. I added quite a few ingredients to those corpses.”
Looking at the Peng bird still passionately fighting the Three-Headed Python, the result of the poisoning was self-evident.
As more and more flying rocks littered the battlefield created by the two beasts, Yun Wuxiang and Song Yilou had to leave temporarily.
Before leaving, Yun Wuxiang looked at the Six-Clawed Peng and the Three-Headed Python as if looking at two treasure heaps he couldn’t take away just yet.
Heaven-rank demonic beasts were treasures from head to toe. Even a clipping of a toenail was a top-tier refining material.
Although the two beasts were tearing at each other fiercely, they didn’t have the stance of fighting to the death.
There was enmity, but not to the point of mutual destruction.
Just wait a little longer. After the Secret Realm opens, demons will come to help him deal with these two beasts.
On the way back to the Daoist temple, they encountered many more demonic beastsâsome fleeing, others taking advantage of the chaos to attack the injured. Yun Wuxiang had initially come only to see the beasts within the Secret Realm, estimate their power levels, and check where the passage between the Secret Realm and the Core Area was located.
In short, he hadn’t planned on fighting.
But unbeknownst to him, Song Yilou, after a period of free-range living, had completely let loose.
While passing the battlefield of a pack of Purple Lightning Demon Wolves and Thorn Mountain Demon Monkeys, Song Yilou said, “Temple Master, wait for me, I see something good!” and ran straight into the chaotic brawl.
Yun Wuxiang watched him smoothly blend into the wolf pack for a while, then swing into the monkey troop for a bit, finally running back carrying a huge parcel made of leaves.
A wide smile bloomed on his face, flamboyant and unbridled, utterly delighted. “Temple Master, let’s go quickly~”
No need to tell him twice. Upon seeing the large green leaf package in his hand, Yun Wuxiang immediately fled.
When the two flew to a water pool, Song Yilou called out, “Temple Master, hold the package for a second, I see something new.”
Yun Wuxiang saw the leaf bundle being tossed over and reflexively reached out to catch it. Only after catching it did he realize the thing was quite heavy.
A massive sound of churning water erupted. Yun Wuxiang looked up to see a giant crocodile, like a small mountain, opening its bloody maw and chasing the figure sprinting toward him. “Temple Master! Give me a hand!”
By the time the sentence ended, the crocodile’s sharp teeth were already at the top of Song Yilouâs head.
Red chains wrapped around Song Yilouâs waist. Yun Wuxiang activated a Teleportation Talisman, and in the blink of an eye, the two returned to the silent forest of the Core Area.
“Hahahaha, Temple Master, wasn’t that fun?” Wet from head to toe, Song Yilou flashed a row of pearly white teeth at Yun Wuxiang.
“For you, Temple Master.” A red lotus the size of a washbasin was presented to Yun Wuxiang. The petals were intricate, the color beautiful. In the Mortal Realm, it would be a peerless treasure seen once in ten thousand years.
But Yun Wuxiang didn’t sense any profound aura from the flower.
[3339, what is the function of this flower?]
ăIt looks good?ă
Very well. It really only had ornamental value.
Song Yilou had offended an Earth-rank high-level giant crocodile just for this thing.
“Temple Master, this flower is the same color as your eyes,” Song Yilou said, looking at Yun Wuxiang and then at the flower. After comparing them, he concluded, “The Temple Masterâs eyes are still prettier.”
Yun Wuxiang examined the red lotus for a moment. “Take it back and make tea.”
Song Yilou looked down at the flower, bit off a petal, chewed twice, and scrunched up his face. “Not tasty.”
“If the Temple Master doesn’t like flowers, do you like wine?” Song Yilou pulled open the leaf package, revealing a pile of wolf teeth, wolf bones, demonic beast crystal cores, unknown ores, and three jars of wine.
Song Yilou opened one jar, and the aroma of wine instantly overflowed. “Temple Master, come drink. The wine from those spiky monkeys smells so good.”
Yun Wuxiang knew it was good stuff just by the smell, but good stuff wasn’t to be used casually; it depended on the timingâlike the ‘One Leaf Three Thousand’ tea Song Yilou had brought back before.
[3339.]
ăWine brewed by Thorn Mountain Demon Monkeys. Taking one sip increases cultivation by three hundred years, the second sip two hundred years, the third one hundred years. After three sips, each sip only increases cultivation by ten years. After one jar, it no longer has the effect of increasing cultivation.ă
[No side effects?]
ăNone.ă
Receiving a positive reply, Yun Wuxiang raised his hand and summoned a wine cup from his storage ring. His pale, slender fingers rested on the bronze vessel. Song Yilou suddenly had the urge to lick them to taste the flavor; he always felt that hand looked sweet, and he liked sweets.
He was immediately met with disdain. “You can’t even pour wine properly. Go stand aside.”
Yun Wuxiang tilted his head and drank the wine in the cup. The clear, sweet liquid flowed over his tongue, leaving an endless aftertaste in his mouth.
The taste was not bad. As the mouthful of wine went down, Yun Wuxiang looked at the silent forest around him and couldn’t help but wonder: Why was he drinking outside instead of returning to the Daoist temple?
Why weren’t these trees wearing clothes?
The weather was cold; they should wear more clothes.
Song Yilou, while chugging from the wine jar himself, kept his attention on Yun Wuxiang. After seeing him stand motionless with the wine cup for the duration of a single breath…
Song Yilou instantly darted from his spot to appear in front of Yun Wuxiang, meeting a pair of seemingly clear eyes. “Temple Master?”
ăHost? You’re drunk!ă 3339 hadn’t expected its host to be a “One Cup Drop.” You’re already a Mystic Immortal, how can you still be a lightweight?!
Yun Wuxiang opened his mouth and uttered the trademark phrase of a drunkard: “I’m not drunk.”
Song Yilouâs eyes lit up instantly. “Then shall we get married today?”
Yun Wuxiang: “Get married?”
“He’s really drunk!” Song Yilou felt like a pauper who had suddenly struck it rich. His heart was filled with surprise. Was he a gentleman who wouldn’t take advantage of someone’s precarious state? Of course not.
“Yes! We are getting married today. We are currently drinking the nuptial wine.”
ăQuickly use your True Qi to dissolve the alcohol!ă 3339 was practically twisting into The Scream inside the sea of consciousness.
Yun Wuxiang felt there was something noisy in his head. He said expressionlessly, “Noisy.”
What was he doing? Getting married? Drinking nuptial wine?
How do you drink nuptial wine?
Wine…
Yun Wuxiang looked at the wine vessel in his hand, then grabbed Song Yilouâs chin with his other hand, shoving the vessel toward his mouth.
Song Yilou leaned his head back. “Wait, Temple Master, that’s not how you drink nuptial wine!”
This was different from what he had imagined.
Author’s Note: Heavy Desire. Yun Wuxiang’s Understanding: Malicious Desire (A general term). Song Yilou’s Understanding: Lust (A specific term).
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