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

"Junior brother?"

Just when Ye Qian'an was drunk, Bai Yuling walked in from outside the room. Seeing Ye Qian'an so drunk, she was speechless.

If she didn't know that Ye Qian'an was able to break through the realm by relying on spiritual wine, she would even suspect that Ye Qian'an was just a drunkard, a junior with superior fighting ability.

Ye Qian'an raised his head with drunken eyes, looked at the curvy Senior Sister Bai Yuling, stretched his waist and said, "Senior Sister, why are you here?"

Bai Yuling frowned slightly. The strong smell of alcohol made her feel a little uncomfortable. After all, she made wine but never drank alcohol, nor did she know how to drink. Now, even if she smelled the alcohol, she would feel uncomfortable.

"Junior brother, you are still drinking. Don't you know what happened in the sect recently?"

Since Ye Qian'an came back last time, he has been drinking here almost every day. Even Li Zizai was speechless and even wanted him to practice many times, but Ye Qian'an seemed to be deaf and lay on the chair the whole time, looking extremely comfortable.

Li Zizai could only go look for Bai Yuling, the master of Lingyun Peak. After Bai Yuling learned about this, he also understood Ye Qian'an's character. After all, his junior brother loved drinking and writing poetry the most in his life.

Not to mention himself, even his uncle Leng Qianning couldn't do anything about it, let alone Li Zizai.

Bai Yuling watched Li Zizai grow up, so Li Zizai had great respect and awe for her, and even regarded her as his master.

Ye Qian'an shrugged, turned around, looked at Senior Sister Bai Yuling, and asked, "What's the matter that makes you so panicked?"

"The sect has decided to arrange for disciples to go to the sect for training, and... Master Huanglong and the ancestor have agreed that half a year will be the time for Master Huanglong and I to become dual cultivation partners... If you can't break through the realm... I'm afraid..."

Ye Qian'an raised his eyebrows, shook the wine gourd in his hand, raised his head and took a big sip, then continued: "I know, don't worry, Senior Sister, you are my Qingxuan Sect disciple, without the order of the master, no one can touch you."

Bai Yuling bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, looked at Ye Qian'an who was drunk in front of her, sighed deeply, turned to look at Li Zizai, and told Li Zizai what happened between the two of them.

After learning that Ye Qian'an was not an ordinary cultivator, Li Zizai was also surprised. He originally thought that he had accepted a disciple, but he never thought that from beginning to end, he was just a clown...

Li Zizai exhaled a deep breath of hot air, clasped his fists and saluted towards Ye Qian'an: "Disciple... greets... Uncle Master..."

No matter what, Ye Qian'an is still Uncle Master Bai Yuling's junior apprentice. In terms of seniority, he can only call him Uncle Master. Moreover, the other party is at the True Immortal realm, and he can kill him with just a flick of his fingers.

Bai Yuling patted Li Zizai's shoulder and said, "Take good care of him. I'm going back first."

"Yes, uncle."

Li Zizai looked at Bai Yuling's departing back, and turned around without thinking. He looked at Ye Qian'an, who was drunk and had blurry eyes. He bowed deeply, and turned to leave.

I hope my uncle is safe and sound.

………………

In the room, Ye Qian'an stretched his body and glanced at Li Zizai who was crushing herbs in the yard. After making sure that the other party would not tell anyone, he opened his system panel.

Name: Ye Qi'an
Age: 89

Identity: Chief Elder of Qingxuan Sect, Prodigy of Shenxuan Sect

Cultivation: Late True Immortal

Skills: Sword Controlling Technique, Soul Breaking and Soul Slashing Technique, Cloud and Mist Sword Technique, Cloud Dragon Sword Shadow Technique

Formation: Nine Swords Immortal Formation Sacred Body: Innate Sword Body

Drunken Swordsman Attainment: 99/100
Drunken Swordsman Level Up: 7/10
Seeing that his current Drunken Sword Immortal attainments had reached 99 and he was only one step away from upgrading his Drunken Sword Immortal level, a meaningful smile appeared on Ye Qian'an's face.

Later on, it was not easy to raise the level of the Drunken Swordsman. If it were not for so many fine wines, it would take an unknown amount of time to reach the maximum level.

But even so, Ye Qian'an himself spent almost several decades.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of the liquor, smacked his lips with satisfaction, and took a deep breath, saying, "Unconsciously, so many years have passed. I really miss the old days."

Standing up, Ye Qian'an walked into the courtyard, gazing at the azure sky. A look of melancholy flashed across his face, and the image of his master Leng Qianning appeared in his mind.

So many years have passed, and I don't know how she is doing now.

………………

In a quiet room somewhere in Xiniu Hezhou.

The carved wooden window was half-open, letting in soft sunlight and illuminating the exquisite scene inside.

By the window, there is an antique dressing table with a bronze mirror on it. The mirror reflects the faint light, as if it can reflect the woman's myriad emotions.

On the stage, several pearl hairpins were placed casually, and the inlaid gems sparkled with mysterious light.

On the walls of the boudoir, there may be several exquisite embroideries hanging, with delicate needles and threads outlining flowers, birds, fish, insects, landscapes and people. Every stitch and every thread is filled with delicate emotions and clever thoughts.

An embroidered couch was placed in a corner of the room, with a brocade quilt neatly folded. The embroidery on it was exquisite and exuded a faint fragrance.

In the center of the room, there is a round table, on which may be placed a set of exquisite tea sets or an unfinished book.

The woman sits at the table, holding a book in her hand. Her eyes are focused and gentle, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly, like a beautiful painting.

She was wearing an elegant silk dress, with her long hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall. A few small flowers dotted her hair, making her look even more fresh and refined.

The woman had a pretty face, eyebrows as dark as distant ink, eyes as clear as autumn water, and naturally red lips. She exuded a gentle temperament in her every move.

In this boudoir, the woman might sit quietly in thought, sing softly, or embroider. Every movement is full of poetry and tenderness, as if time has slowed down here, just to appreciate this unique scenery.

"As the beauty of ice dances, the shadow of the sword ripples, the silver moon pours down on the icy sea, the sword light dances like a phoenix, the cold rhythm condenses on the tip of the sword, and the brilliant splendor blooms in the years."

"So that's how it is." Leng Qianning gently stroked the Frost Sword that had accompanied her throughout her life, and sighed deeply, "So... this is the way of heaven that I have realized..."

Today, Leng Qianning has broken through to the realm of scattered immortals. Her speed is even many years faster than Ye Qian'an. This may be different from her understanding of the way of heaven.

Ye Qian'an's realization is the cycle of life and death, while Leng Qianning is in his prime, contented and able to do whatever he wants.

This is the difference in perception between the two.

(End of this chapter)