Asura Mad Emperor

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A hint of reminiscence floated in Qinchuan's eyes.

In his life, though he had lived endless years, he had few true confidants.

Qinchuan sighed softly in his heart. Prison Mountain Great Emperor... that guy could be considered one, I suppose.

The image of that fellow unconsciously surfaced in front of his eyes.

That fellow, unrestrained and unruly, unmatched in his tyranny, once suppressed the Wan Clans single-handedly so that none could stand tall, truly a mythical existence at the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

When Qinchuan ventured into the world, he encountered him by chance. At that time, both of them seemed accustomed to the loneliness that came from standing high, transforming to descend into the mundane world, to experience the myriad facets of life.

One a drunkard who cherished alcohol as his life.

The other a secular private school's lecturing master.

Whether it was fate's arrangement or not.

One day, as Qinchuan was teaching, that drunkard was chased into the private school by several mortals wielding sticks.

He had stolen their wine and caused the mortals much trouble.

As a result, that guy endured a severe beating but still wouldn't let go of the gourd in his arms.

Those stick-wielding fellows searched him all over but couldn't find a single coin, so they could only curse at him for bringing bad luck and after another round of thrashing, left with some harsh words.

The hopeless drunkard then jumped up and yelled at the group, "You dare to hit me? Just you wait, I'll steal your wine again!"

The outcome was naturally self-evident.

The drunkard's arrogant posture, of course, irritated those mortals who came back with wooden sticks and beat him half to death, yet his mouth still didn't give in.

In the end, the mortals could only curse him as a "madman" and left in disappointment.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The worldly children in the private school were so frightened that they hid behind Qinchuan.

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Even Qinchuan couldn't help but be rendered speechless by this drunkard.

By that time, he had already cultivated his Innate Pupils and could see at a glance that the drunkard was not an ordinary person.

But seeing him beaten into a swollen mess by several mortals, he knew that the other party was probably like him, transformed and descended into the world.

The drunkard didn't recognize him and truly treated him as a private school master, asking him for philosophical advice on human life, listening to his take on worldly matters. Gradually, the two became familiar with each other.

Days spent transformed in the mundane world, without the strife and danger of the Cultivation World, felt exceptionally peaceful.

That drunkard kept coming every other day to listen to his pedantic musings, occasionally sighing about how life was truly lonely and boring.

Until one day, that guy suddenly put down his wine gourd.

He came to the private school, found Qinchuan, and said he was going to do something. He asked Qinchuan if he wished to live a few years longer, as he had a Divine Pill to give.

Qinchuan merely smiled and dismissed it, saying "life and death are destined."

The drunkard laughed and said, "Life and death are destined, what a statement life and death are destined."

"I never felt like I was still alive before, but today, after setting down the wine jug, I've realized that being sober is what being alive feels like."

"But after today, we probably won't meet again. No matter if I live or die on this journey, since you don't wish to take my Life-Extending Pill, I'm afraid you'll probably die before me."

As he said this, he waved his hand and smiled at the already aging Qinchuan, "I'll try to stay alive and come back. Then, I'll have one last drink by your grave."

After these words, he turned and left, his increasingly hunched body straightening gradually and his withered flesh seeming to fill out.

Qinchuan watched the sobered drunkard leave without saying much more.

With his abilities, if he wanted to investigate the other party and understand his affairs, it would have been easy.

But he didn't do so.

He just waited quietly.

One day.

The sobered drunkard returned, holding his wine gourd, with half an arm missing.

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"Excuse me, is the teacher who originally lived here still alive?"

The sober drunkard, upon seeing Qinchuan's figure in the courtyard, paused slightly before asking.

As Qinchuan turned around, the drunkard's eyes suddenly widened, pointing at Qinchuan in surprise and exclaiming, "You... you daredevil, you're still alive?!"

When he had left, Qinchuan was already in his twilight years.

A century had passed, and yet he was still among the living.

How could a mere mortal have such a lifespan?

"If I couldn't drink that promised brew from you, how could I bear to pass away?"

Qinchuan replied with a smile.

The drunkard's expression fluctuated before he said in a deep voice, "Teacher?"

"Teacher."

"Damn."

The drunkard cursed as he walked into the courtyard, "This liquor was meant for your grave; you could only drink my alcohol in death, the living should not even think about touching it!"

Saying this, he carefully put away the liquor jug he was holding.

Qinchuan glared at him, "Didn't you quit drinking? Still so fond of it?"

"I keep it just for show, definitely not for you to drink!"

The drunkard cursed, his sleeves hanging empty.

There was silence for a moment.

Suddenly, the drunkard let out a sigh, "I've miscalculated. After all these years of fooling around with you, how could I never notice that you are no ordinary person like me?"

"And you, you're no good. When we tearfully parted that day, you showed no sign of emotion. You must have been laughing at me inside, right?"

The drunkard half-sat up, and in the end, couldn't resist the urge to drink from his hidden stash, uncorking it and gulping down bitterly. He then passed the bottle to Qinchuan, "Fine, I'll give you the advantage. No one in this world deserves to drink my brew, but today I'll make an exception for you."

Qinchuan accepted it with a smile, ready to take a swig, when he caught the pained expression on the other person's face, "Don't drink too much, my liquor isn't cheap. For three coins only this much, just wet your lips, don't overdo it."

Qinchuan, who had initially planned to take just a sip, glared fiercely at him upon hearing the words and tilted his head back, gulping down the drink voraciously.

The drunkard's eyes bulged as he swiftly grabbed the gourd back, jostling and shaking it, only to find it empty.

The drunkard immediately turned hostile, "You did that on purpose! Drank all my liquor, let's see if you can digest it all!"

After saying so, the drunkard flung his sleeve wide, covering the sun, moon, and stars.

In an instant, mountains and rivers reversed, sun and moon overturned, pulling the two into a deep layer of chaos.

The drunkard struck with his hand, and the two clashed within the deep chaos, piercing through the maelstrom, a dreadful sight to behold.

In the end, the drunkard was out of breath, cursing and no longer wishing to fight, but Qinchuan had to compensate him a jug of Ice-Fire Immortal Brew.

The Ice-Fire Immortal Brew was an extraordinary Immortal Brew that Qinchuan had created many years ago.

"You lose and still ask for liquor, you really have a thick face."

Qinchuan cursed in response.

The drunkard laid back within the endless, heavy and terrifying chaos, undisturbed by the tumultuous Qi that couldn't harm him in the slightest.

All he did was grin, "I couldn't find an opponent in the Divine Realm, took a risk and descended to the Lower Realm, became mortal to enter the world, and yet I ran into the undefeated Emperor of the Wan Clans."

"In the old days, there was a saying across the Three Realms that no one dared proclaim invincibility, nor claim to be undefeated before Asura Emperor. Initially, I didn't buy it, but now, I'll concede that you can beat me by half a move. But you've deceived my feelings for so long, a cup of liquor as compensation isn't too much to ask, is it?"

He turned his head to Qinchuan with a triumphant look.

Qinchuan spared no mercy in his retort, "Beat you by half a move? I didn't even break a sweat and you were already down; are you sure this statement isn't just you flattering yourself?"

The drunkard's expression stiffened, then he said with embarrassment, "Don't get hung up on the details, focus on what matters; the point is, you owe me a drink."

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