Linghu Jiu burst into laughter, "Hahaha, we have a bowl, we have a bowl."
He took out another stone bowl, quite similar to the one he was using.
As long as Young Master Ning Zhuo doesn't mind its simplicity and crudeness...
Linghu Jiu hadn't finished speaking when the stone bowl was snatched from his hand by Ning Zhuo.
"Fill it up, fill it up!" Ning Zhuo's eyes shone bright.
Linghu Jiu complied and filled his bowl to the brim.
Ning Zhuo, imitating Linghu Jiu, tilted his head back and guzzled down the drink.
He had never drunk with such wild ferocity before.
Soon, he was immersed in deep thought again, meeting the ancient and formidable Five Elements Divine Master. The Divine Master continued to impart to Ning Zhuo the leading Cultivation Technique!
Five Organs Temple Spirit Divine Skill!
This Cultivation Technique was profoundly esoteric, encapsulating the essence of the universe, balancing the wonders of the Five Elements, rich in truth and philosophy.
Despite his youth, Ning Zhuo had a broad perspective. Having just heard the beginning, he knew this technique was no less than the Three Superior Sect Techniques!
Although he had mainly focused on the Three Superior Techniques, this Divine Skill was still greatly beneficial to him. With this comparison, Ning Zhuo's understanding of the principles of the Five Elements deepened significantly.
He also hoped that some of the spells contained in this technique could be refined and adapted for his own use.
Ning Zhuo downed one bowl after another.
"Another."
"More!"
"Not enough."
Caught up in the moment, Ning Zhuo had a strong premonition telling him that this Divine Skill was extremely beneficial to him!
Linghu Jiu's expression subtly changed.
Ning Zhuo's fierce manner of drinking was even more severe than his own, completely reckless and wild.
Seeing the wine jar nearing its end, Linghu Jiu felt like crying but no tears came, musing to himself.
Ning Zhuo didn't hide it from him, speaking frankly about receiving the impartation of the Divine Skill from the sage. Though intermittent, the profound essence of the Divine Skill was immensely helpful to him.
Moved, Linghu Jiu said, "I have only encountered such a situation once before. After that time, my swordsmanship improved greatly, as if reborn!"
"Young Master Ning Zhuo, this is your fated opportunity."
Linghu Jiu poured the wine, tipping the jar completely yet only half filling the bowl.
Ning Zhuo's face showed his regret, "Still half left, the Divine Skill is only half completed."
Linghu Jiu laughed heartily, "Worry not, Young Master Ning Zhuo, I will assist you fully and not let you fail midway!"
With that, he took out another jar of Netherworld brew.
"Thank you!" Ning Zhuo bowed in gratitude.
Linghu Jiu could easily have excused himself, saying he had only that one jar of Netherworld brew, but he didn't, instead bringing out a second jar.
Considering that this was their first meeting, and they had a previous misunderstanding, Linghu Jiu's vigorous assistance at this critical moment was truly commendable!
Ning Zhuo noted this kindness in his heart and continued to drink heartily.
His cheeks flushed with a tinge of red, the tipsy feeling truly delightful.
His face turned beet red, feeling as if he was floating on air.
He drank until his ears turned red-hot; his heart raced, his body aflame.
Eventually, he was so drunk that the world spun and his eyes blurred, nearly collapsing.
Clinging to the last thread of clarity, his eyes bloodshot, Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, "Another!"
"Just a little more, just a little bit."
Concerned, Linghu Jiu looked at him, thinking such an intense way of drinking was fearsome, even for him.
"Could it be that Ning Zhuo will drink himself into grave danger here?"
"If something happens to him, how will my junior sister look at me?"
With these thoughts, a sour complexity filled Linghu Jiu's heart.
But at this point, Linghu Jiu had no choice but to grit his teeth and see it through. To interrupt this great opportunity might turn them into sworn enemies.
"Hang in there, Young Master Ning Zhuo!" Linghu Jiu cheered him on.
Sun Lingtong was also closely monitoring Ning Zhuo's condition, ready to intervene and provide aid at any sign of trouble.
Gulp, gulp.
Ning Zhuo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed another large bowl of Netherworld brew.
Yuanlai Mountain.
Within her boudoir, Lin Shanshan paced back and forth, her face full of anxiety.
"What to do? What to do?"
"Young Master Ning Zhuo has met with elder brother. They had a misunderstanding before, and although elder brother gave him two lines of the Understanding Law Map, Young Master Ning Zhuo didn't accept them."
"Young Master Ning Zhuo even said he would deal with the issue in his own way."
"I fear his visit to my father this time, asking to meet elder brother, is for settling accounts!"
Xiaoju, her personal maidservant, replied, "Miss, I don't think it will come to that. Although I have rarely met Young Master Ning Zhuo, I find him to be gentle and refined."
Lin Shanshan shook her head, "Xiaoju, you haven't trained with Young Master Ning Zhuo. He is very tough and stubborn deep down, always training until his physical limits before resting. You don't understand him!"
Xiaoju, exasperated, said, "Oh miss, please stop pacing. You're making me dizzy!"
Suddenly, Lin Shanshan turned around, walked briskly to the door, and was about to push it open.
"Miss!" Xiaoju quickly caught up, blocking her, "Miss, you forgot, you're grounded."
Lin Shanshan replied, "Xiaoju, this is urgent; if we dally further, things could get very bad."
Saying so, she ignored Xiaoju's attempt to stop her and pushed the door open directly.
The maids on either side immediately attempted to stop her, "Miss, please stop."
Lin Shanshan, raising her neck, shouted harshly, "Get out of my way, my father is the Sect Leader of Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, I dare you to stop me!"
Caught off guard, the maids instantly kneeled, uncertain how to proceed.
With a cold huff, Lin Shanshan stepped over the threshold and walked into the courtyard.
"Stop." A voice called from behind.
Instantly, Lin Shanshan froze, as if rooted to the spot.