Chapter 829 - 248: [Old Wang’s Gift]
Old Wang laughed heartily: "Great! Let’s go together!"
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An old man and a young man walked together to that desolate and tattered grave. They stood side by side, undid their belts, and relieved themselves on the tombstone together...
After Chen Yan finished, he tied his belt and finally saw beneath the withered grass on the tombstone, a crooked line of words carved below the name on the stone:
"Buried here is a whore."
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For Old Wang, this act might seem petty, lacking in broad-mindedness and generosity to others...
But Chen Yan thought, they’re of one temperament!
"Old Wang, whenever you’re unhappy in the future, just piss on it. You’re right not to forgive her!"
Chen Yan patted Old Wang on the shoulder, but then put away his smile and said slowly, "Let me tell you this: if you forgive easily, then all the suffering you’ve endured was deserved!"
Upon hearing this, Old Wang was stunned, thought about the words for a moment, his gaze somewhat complex, and nodded: "You kid, you’re really something, and what you say is interesting..."
Then, he suddenly noticed Chen Yan’s hand still on his shoulder, and became furious: "You bastard! Take your hand off! Where did this filthy hand of yours touch earlier, don’t you know?!"
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That day, Chen Yan and Old Wang each drank a jar of Maotai.
They didn’t get drunk.
But Chen Yan knew that from today on, at least he and Old Wang were half-friends.
In the evening, Chen Yan personally cooked.
He took out a bag of fragrant dried tofu, a piece of dried hunting beast meat, shredded it, and added a few green peppers.
He stir-fried a pot of dried tofu with green pepper and shredded meat.
Old Wang secretly took out some of his hidden stock of spiritual crane meat.
Chen Yan picked some vegetables from the back of Old Wang’s yard—he didn’t know the name, but Old Wang said it was edible and looked a bit like celery. Old Wang said it could improve vision.
"Does eating it help you close your eyes? That’s a bad omen, maybe we shouldn’t eat it!" Chen Yan laughed heartily.
Old Wang sneered: "Just wait and see, don’t eat a bite, and don’t regret it later!"
Hearing this, Chen Yan knew there was something special, so after cooking, his first chopstick reached for the Domain Realm celery—a food Chen Yan originally despised the most.
After taking a bite, the taste didn’t seem anything special.
But Chen Yan’s expression changed!
A surge of primordial qi shot up to his forehead!
Within his eyes, a refreshing coolness flowed back and forth...
Chen Yan found himself tearing up uncontrollably, and noticed his tears were turbid!
But soon, the tears gradually cleared, and when he reopened his eyes, he found his vision sharp and clear!
Looking far into the distance... the mist floating in mid-air like fine rain, each fine raindrop was distinct!
And this, all without using any spell!
Chen Yan’s eyes gleamed brightly as he hugged Old Wang: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother Wang! Do you have any other good stuff? Give me a taste!
Your junior brother would also... well, respect you for life..."
"Scram!" Old Wang said grim-faced.
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After the meal, Chen Yan respectfully presented a pot of brewed tea and placed it before Old Wang.
Old Wang looked at Chen Yan and sighed: "When I first met you, I thought you were interesting, and now it seems you’re a sycophant, always currying favor."
Chen Yan waved his hand nonchalantly and said: "You’re the lapdog, and I’m the henchman, aren’t we quite the fitting brothers?"
"..." Old Wang gritted his teeth at Chen Yan, but eventually reached into his robe and pulled out a porcelain bottle emitting a faint wave of spiritual power.
"Tomorrow you’ll leave the sect to travel. Last time we drank, I heard you want to go to the Southern Border City of No Return, which is now co-governed by the Demon Race and the Ghost Race.
If you encounter the Ghost Race, it’s not a big deal. Although the Ghost Race is mysterious, they generally keep to themselves, and it’s hard to cross their path.
The Demon Race, however, varies greatly. Some demons enjoy secretly attacking human cultivators. Even if they don’t attack you, many demon cultivators have a cold, even hostile, attitude towards human cultivators, restrained only by the strict laws of the Immortal Platform.
This bottle of elixirs has twenty pills. Take one, and for three days, your body will naturally emit demonic qi.
As long as you don’t encounter a demon king-level figure, most demon cultivators will consider you one of their own, saving you a lot of trouble."
Chen Yan was overjoyed, weighed it in his hand, and asked: "It can emit demonic qi, but do you know what kind of demon’s aura it can emit?
A dragon or perhaps a tiger or leopard?"
"Don’t worry, it suits you perfectly." Old Wang smirked: "Dog!"
Chen Yan: "......"
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