"Ye Feng, what have you done!"
Fan Yuntai's scalp tingled. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine that Ye Feng alone could turn the situation into this.
No, there was also that dog.
With just a glance, Fan Yuntai could sense the extraordinary nature of the golden retriever. The person twitching at its feet was undoubtedly a formidable expert, yet now he appeared on the brink of death.
This Cloud-Falling Peak was not some wasteland to be trifled with, but a perilous forbidden land!
Ye Feng looked at Fan Yuntai, and the golden Profound Qi that had settled down began to stir restlessly once more.
Six years ago, this man was the mastermind behind that incident. The humiliation Ye Feng had suffered over these six years was largely thanks to him. If Ye Feng had the strength now, he would have sent Fan Yuntai flying without hesitation. Unfortunately, Ye Feng was only at the One-Vein Profound Realm.
Even so, Ye Feng wouldn't give him any face:
"Fan Yuntai, take your people and get off Cloud-Falling Peak. This is not a place you can come to!"
Fan Yuntai gritted his teeth, but his cunning far surpassed the three on the ground. The situation had completely exceeded his expectations, and staying here any longer was fraught with danger. Whether Ye Feng had hidden cards or the dog was too strong, it was wise to leave first.
"Ye Feng... you better hide here like a rat for the rest of your life. Otherwise, when you leave Cloud-Falling Peak, I'll make sure you regret it! Hmph!!"
With that, Fan Yuntai turned and left, showing no concern for the safety of Wu Gang and the others. Although no one dared to kill fellow disciples within the Tianyun Sect, his cold-heartedness was chilling.
However, just as he turned around, a scruffy, booze-smelling face suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Hehe, the drink's not finished, where are you off to, kid?"
You!!
Fan Yuntai looked at the ghostly appearance of Meng Cangxing and shouted in shock.
"What do you mean, 'you'!"
Bang.
Meng Cangxing moved like the wind. Before anyone could see his actions, there was a dull thud, and Fan Yuntai fell unconscious.
So strong!!
Ye Feng watched from afar, amazed by Meng Cangxing's formidable skills. Although he already knew this Old Master's strength was extraordinary, it still surprised him.
The old man and Bone were both entities whose strength Ye Feng couldn't comprehend. They had likely surpassed the Profound Realm and were formidable even in the Spirit Sea Realm.
"Bone, what's with this guy?"
After knocking out Fan Yuntai, Meng Cangxing strolled over to Jing Xiong. The once-renowned assassin Jing Xiong couldn't even foam at the mouth anymore, only managing to roll his eyes.
"Woof!"
Bone glanced at Jing Xiong and barked softly:
"Foolish human, not worth mentioning..."
"You! This dog... ah~~~" Jing Xiong was finally choked to death by Bone's disdainful gaze.
"Oh my, it's been years since Cloud-Falling Peak was this lively!" Meng Cangxing stretched lazily, speaking as he hooked Jing Xiong's body with his foot and kicked it off Cloud-Falling Peak, not bothering to look further.
Then, he turned to Ye Feng, revealing a mouthful of yellow-stained teeth from drinking: "Kid, not bad, taking down three three-veins with just one vein. No wonder you were chosen by the founder, hehe!"
"Ye Feng must thank Old Master for your assistance." Ye Feng cupped his hands, sincerely grateful.
If not for Meng Cangxing holding back Fan Yuntai, it would have been him getting beaten today. The thought made his desire to grow stronger even more intense.
Meng Cangxing grinned at Ye Feng but said nothing more. He turned to Bone and said, "Clean up."
"Woof??" Bone blinked.
"Damn it, if not you, then who?"
"Woof!" Bone looked at Ye Feng.
"Oh right, there's this kid too. Haha, I'm used to ordering you around. Come on, Ye Feng, carry them and follow me."
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Ye Feng pursed his lips, then looked at Bone's fierce expression, wisely choosing not to speak. He dragged Fan Yuntai and the others, scraping them along the ground, and followed Meng Cangxing to the other side of Cloud-Falling Peak.
Meng Cangxing cast a spell, and soon a Cloud-Ascending Step flew over. After loading the four unconscious "dead dogs" onto it, Meng Cangxing produced a gourd from nowhere, opened it, and a strong aroma of wine wafted out.
"Old Master, what is this?"
"Just giving them a drink!" Meng Cangxing pinched open Wang Meng's nose, poured a mouthful in, and moved on to the next person when there was no reaction.
"What kind of wine is this?" Ye Feng was very curious.
"Hehe, this is my special brew. One sip and they'll forget everything that happened today. I don't have time to deal with idle gossip."
So that's why.
No wonder no news about Cloud-Falling Peak ever got out. Anyone taught a lesson by the old man and Bone must have been given this magical wine.
"Is there really such a magical wine in this world? What's it called?"
Whoosh!
Meng Cangxing, who was slightly tipsy, suddenly changed his expression at this question, his face showing an indescribable coolness and handsomeness, as if he were a different person.
"This is my proudest creation, and its name is naturally impressive. It's called—"
Forgetful Water? Meng Po Soup?
"'One Sip Knocks a Donkey Out'!! How's that for a name!!"
Ye Feng looked up at the sky, suddenly not wanting to talk to him anymore.
...
After drinking the Knockout Donkey, as they neared the other side, Meng Cangxing used his old trick, kicking each of the four across to the opposite mountain. However, his strength seemed a bit lacking, and the four poor fellows didn't reach the platform, instead landing halfway up the mountain, their already severe injuries worsening.
Ye Feng, of course, felt no sympathy for them and followed Old Meng back to Cloud-Falling Peak.
That night, after a minor ordeal, Ye Feng finally joined Old Meng and Bone for a drinking session, under the pretext of celebrating Ye Feng, though it was really just an excuse to continue partying.
During the feast, Ye Feng raised his cup to Meng Cangxing: "Old Master, Ye Feng still has to thank you for your help today."
But with a smack, Bone knocked the cup over.
Having drunk half a jar, Bone's golden face was slightly flushed, his eyes less aloof, though the disdainful air was even stronger.
"Hahaha!" Meng Cangxing laughed loudly: "Bone says he hates human pretenses the most. Ye Feng, I know you're frustrated being here at Cloud-Falling Peak, but we have only one rule here: drink because you want to, not for any pretentious reasons. Aren't you tired of that?"
These words struck Ye Feng like thunder.
For too long, he had wrapped himself up.
The coldness of human hearts, the fickleness of the world, had nearly left Ye Feng's heart dead. He only wanted to grow stronger and break free, never considering that someone might offer him a warm drink, a burning cup.
Aren't you tired?
Ye Feng was indeed tired, damn near exhausted.
But he had no one to tell. At this moment, looking at the person and the dog across from him, an impulse surged in Ye Feng's heart.
"Old Master..."
"Don't call me Old Master, it's so awkward."
"...Old, Old Meng?"
Smack.
A flick to the forehead.
"Such disrespect, if you don't call me Old Master, you can't call me Old Meng either, you're out of line!"
Beside him, Bone was already laughing, lying on the table.
"Hehe." Ye Feng laughed too.
This was a genuine laugh.
He downed the cup in one go, feeling the fiery sensation spread from his throat to his heart, surprisingly refreshing.
Smack.
He slammed the cup on the table: "Refreshing! Haha, refreshing!"
Once, Ye Feng was full of youthful vigor, bold and unrestrained, never the cautious person he had become. A cup of a man's wine, rekindling heroic spirit, Ye Feng truly wanted to let go of everything, not talking of sad winds and autumn moons, but seeking a drunken rest!
"Hahahaha!" Meng Cangxing laughed heartily: "Good, now that's more like it. Come on, Ye Feng, let's go, whoever backs out is a dog!"
Woof!!
Bone bit Meng Cangxing's leg.
What's wrong with being a dog?
How dare you look down on me?
"Ouch! Bone, let go, give me some face, let go..."
"Woof!"
"Hahaha!" Ye Feng laughed, slapping the table, having not been this happy in a long time.
...
The three of them partied late into the night.
Ye Feng's drinking capacity was surprisingly good, no, it should be said that Meng Cangxing's wine only made him feel a warm buzz, unlike ordinary strong liquor that would cloud the mind.
This wasn't ordinary wine...
Ye Feng felt the Profound Qi in his body circulating faster under the influence of the alcohol, each breath sending a surge of power to his second Profound Vein, a most pleasant sensation.
Slightly tipsy but not drunk, invigorating without harm.
This was the magical effect of Meng Cangxing's wine.
Moreover, drinking among men had an additional miraculous effect: it brought them closer.
By late night, Bone was asleep, and Ye Feng and Meng Cangxing, the old and the young, had no generational gap, leaning on Bone's warm body, staring at the moon in the sky.
"Old Meng."
"Hic... what's up, want another jar?"
"No, no more." Ye Feng waved his hand, grinning: "I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"The wall behind us, was it really that grand before? Is what I saw in my dream real?"
"Of course!" Meng Cangxing became interested: "The Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Wall is our Tianyun Sect's treasure. Haha, didn't you see it in your dream? Back then, I wasn't even qualified to come here, and when I finally was, it was destroyed... destroyed..."
"Damn it! Old Meng, don't worry, I'll talk to the founder, retrieve all the star maps above, and our Tianyun Sect will rise again!"
"Hahaha, brat, you must be drunk!" Meng Cangxing staggered up, patting Ye Feng's face: "Wash up and sleep early, if you could really see the founder, that'd be something..."
Saying this, Meng Cangxing staggered towards his house, his silhouette under the moonlight so desolate.
At that moment, a thought truly arose in Ye Feng's heart for the first time.
He wanted to help Old Meng, to restore the Tianyun Sect's former glory.
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