Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The head of the Wushen Sect bowed and saluted, then arranged for people to make way for the senior to live in the sect.

Park Nam-ja smiled heartily, and then teleported directly to the side of the head of the Martial God Sect. His old hand gently patted the other's shoulder and said, "Early stage of Daluo Jinxian. Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have been trapped in this realm for three thousand years."

"The elders know the way of heaven, and the younger generation is ashamed of themselves."

The leader of the Wushen Sect bowed again.

"I can grant you a chance to break through to the middle stage, but it must be after you obtain the Sky Bell."

Wu Tai nodded slightly after hearing this. Since he couldn't protect the Tianling treasure anyway, he might as well use it to help himself break through to the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian.

"Thank you, senior."

"Go prepare some delicious food and some good wine. I love drinking the most."

Wu Tai glanced at Ye Qian'an, who had an expressionless face. After pondering for a long time, he arranged for people to prepare food and took out the fine wine that the sect had treasured for thousands of years.

Upon hearing about the wine that was thousands of years old, Ye Qian'an was shocked and turned around immediately. He had been looking for the best wines in the world, and now he could find wine that was thousands of years old in the Wushen Sect.

Cultivators are not interested in such worldly things. For this reason, it is almost impossible to taste precious wine.

The most precious thing Ye Qian'an had seen was a peach blossom wine that was only 4,000 years old. He just didn't know how old the Wushen Sect's wine was.

...............

That night, many powerful men from the Wushen Sect came to the hall, and there were dozens of dancers dancing in the hall, enjoying themselves for Park Nam-ja.

Although Park Nam-ja could not see this scene, she could see everything that happened by just sweeping her spiritual sense.

"Good, good!" Park Nanzi laughed out loud: "Your Wushen Sect is really good, it's worth it for me to teach your old sect master all those years ago."

Wu Tai was stunned for a moment and asked, "Senior, do you know my master?"

"Of course." Park Nam-ja moved her fingers slightly, and a token engraved with the three words "Martial God Sect" appeared here.

The moment they saw the token, the faces of the warriors from the Martial God Sect suddenly changed. Not daring to neglect them, they immediately bowed and saluted, "Greetings, old Sect Master!"

"Meet the Master!"

For them, seeing the old sect master's token is like seeing the old sect master in person, and they must perform the ceremony, otherwise it will be regarded as disrespectful.

Park Nam-ja threw the token into Wu Tai's hand and nodded, saying, "Since you have come to Wushen Sect, this token is useless. I will give it to you."

"Thank you, senior." Wu Tai thanked again.

Not long after, the fine wine was brought up by the sect's disciples. Although they looked somewhat reluctant, for the sake of the sect's greater plans, they had no choice but to compromise and place the wine in front of Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an paused, and opened the seal without thinking. As the lid of the wine jar was opened, the strong aroma of wine came to his face. Even if he just took a deep breath, it was refreshing.

When you first smell it, you can smell a faint sweetness, like peach petals falling in the March breeze, light and agile. Sniffing it gently, you can feel the splendor of peach blossoms blooming on the branches, with the freshness and purity of nature.

The aroma of the wine has both the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms and the mellow flavor of wine. If you close your eyes slightly, you can imagine a peach orchard full of peach blossoms, with the sun shining through the branches and leaves, the breeze blowing, and the peach blossoms falling. The aroma of peach blossom wine seems to float out of that dreamlike picture.

Such a fine wine shocked Ye Qian'an. It was actually a nine thousand year old peach blossom wine. Was this the power of the Martial God Sect?
Ye Qian'an picked up the jar of wine and drank it in big gulps impatiently.

The clear liquor dripped from the corners of his mouth, soaking his clothes and shocking everyone.

[Congratulations to the host for drinking a jar of nine thousand year old peach blossom wine. As a reward, the host's cultivation level is increased by one level.]

[Current Cultivation: Peak of the Loose Immortal]

After sensing Ye Qian'an's breakthrough in cultivation, the strong men from the Martial God Sect all frowned. It was unbelievable that this guy became stronger after drinking.

Park Nanzi's lips curled up, and she thought to herself, "It's exactly as I thought. Ye Qian'an... Zuishen Sect. Wow, so interesting. Really interesting."

Wu Tai also thought to himself, "Looking at the age of this child, he should be no more than a hundred years old, but now he has already reached the peak of the Loose Immortal realm. It seems that if he is given enough time in the future, he will be able to break through to the Golden Immortal realm."

"Good wine."

Ye Qian'an smiled brightly, and couldn't wait to take a few more big gulps. He smacked his lips with satisfaction, and was even more shocked by Dongsheng Shenzhou.

"Since you like it, all this wine is for you."

Wu Tai waved his hand, and dozens of jars of 9,000-year-old fine wines appeared in front of Ye Qian'an, including peach blossom wine, mulberry wine, Lausanne wine and so on.

Ye Qian'an nodded and said, "Thank you, senior."

Seeing Ye Qian'an's extraordinary talent, Wu Tai's eyes showed a complicated light. He glanced at Ye Qian'an and said, "You have a good master. When I broke through to the level of a Sanxian, I was already 500 years old. If I had such a master, I would definitely have avoided a lot of detours. Alas!"

Ye Qian'an looked at Wu Tai in front of him. The other party was almost ten thousand years old. For a Daluo Jinxian, this was just the tip of the iceberg of lifespan. It was just because he broke through too late when he was young, so his age was frozen at the level of an old man.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Wu Tai brought the sect's cultivators who were above the Golden Immortal level to a place similar to an altar. In the center of the altar stood a giant stone tablet that was a hundred meters high.

The stone tablet is engraved with the names of the sect's powerful men, or those who died for the sect. They are all the honor of the sect.

Wu Tai put one hand behind his back and said, "This is the entrance to the space, but I still want to remind you that the space created by the fall of the Quasi-Emperor is full of dangers. If you are not careful, you may die."

"Also, this place is extremely large, and it can even be said to be half the size of Dongsheng Shenzhou. I can only tell you the approximate location. As for where to find the Sky Bell, even I don't know."

Wu Tai hasn't been in there for many years. Because of this, he can only mark the location of the Tianling based on the feedback from his disciples. As for whether he can find it, it depends on Ye Qian'an's own luck.

Ye Qian'an bowed slightly towards Wu Tai in front of him: "Thank you, senior."

Park Nanzi stroked his beard, patted Ye Qian'an on the shoulder and said, "Don't feel stressed, just treat it as a trip. Also, don't die in there, otherwise, I will have no one to accompany me." (End of this chapter)