Chapter 1841: Ten Bowls Down

In the Tongtian Realm, Qianling Imperial Capital.

The prosperity of the imperial capital was beyond comparison with the royal city.

The Qianling Imperial Capital covered an area dozens of times larger than an ordinary royal city.

Divine Lord realm experts, rare in the royal city, were as common as oxen here.

Even Heavenly God experts could be seen everywhere.

In a small tavern, a child of eight or nine years old held a pink piglet, and beside him sat a young man.

They were Ye Yuan and his companions, who had emerged from the Huangling Void Realm.

"Kid, why are we here?" Xiao Tong asked curiously.

They had drifted in the Void Realm Heart for ten years before returning to the Tongtian Realm.

When they came out, they found themselves in a mountain range near the Qianling Imperial Capital.

Ye Yuan had planned to return to Tianying Royal City, but for some reason, Wuchen told him to stay temporarily in the Qianling Imperial Capital.

When Ye Yuan asked why, Wuchen himself didn't know, only saying that he had a vague feeling that something major would happen near the Qianling Imperial Capital soon, and it seemed to be related to them.

Ye Yuan was puzzled by Wuchen's vague intuition but didn't say much.

Such sudden impulses in martial artists were often quite accurate.

Xiao Tong's question left Ye Yuan without an answer, so he could only smile bitterly and say, "Don't ask me; I don't know why either."

Xiao Tong wasn't surprised and said calmly, "Then what should we do now?"

Ye Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's find a place to stay first. I reckon we'll have an answer before long."

The tavern was small, but the dishes were excellent, and both Ye Yuan and Xiao Tong ate heartily.

At Ye Yuan's level, he could already abstain from food, but many martial artists still enjoyed drinking and eating in taverns.

For one thing, the food and drink were mostly not ordinary, aiding in cultivation.

For another, it alleviated the monotony of training and satisfied their cravings.

As they ate happily, a handsome young man suddenly approached Ye Yuan and said with a smile, "Brother, this tavern is quite busy. Would you mind sharing a table? I'll cover your meal."

Ye Yuan looked up at the young man, seeing no arrogance on his face, unlike those profligate sons.

His offer to pay seemed sincere, without any showiness.

So Ye Yuan nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and said calmly, "Have a seat."

The handsome young man was delighted and called out, "Waiter, bring another set of bowls and chopsticks, and a few good dishes."

Then he smiled at Ye Yuan and said, "I'm Leng Xu. May I ask your name, brother?"

"Ye Yuan."

"Haha, so it's Brother Ye! Meeting is fate! Come, cheers!"

Ye Yuan smiled slightly, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all.

"Haha, refreshing! Brother Ye, this place's 'Ten Bowls Down' is quite potent. How about we compete without using divine essence?"

Most people who came here to drink were seeking fun and relaxation.

Using divine essence to neutralize the alcohol would spoil the fun.

But for a Heavenly God expert, getting truly drunk wasn't easy.

The fact that ten bowls could knock out a Heavenly God expert showed how strong the liquor was.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Alright, let's drink!"

With that, they raised their bowls and drank another.

In the blink of an eye, ten bowls were down, but neither showed any sign of drunkenness.

The other tables were stirred by the commotion, watching Ye Yuan and Leng Xu down bowl after bowl, their eyes wide.

"Hey, isn't that the young master of the Leng family? No wonder he's so good; I heard his record is forty-six bowls of Ten Bowls Down in one go! He's been called the God of Wine here ever since!"

"But that young man beside him is just as impressive, matching the young master Leng!"

"Hmph, it's useless! The name 'Ten Bowls Down' isn't for nothing. After ten bowls, the alcohol's kick multiplies. I reckon he can drink at most twenty bowls."

...

The tavern was in a remote location, and most patrons were regulars, well aware of the potency of Ten Bowls Down.

There had been those who drank more than ten bowls, but very few.

Even the strongest Heavenly God experts rarely exceeded twenty bowls.

Unfortunately, Ye Yuan disappointed them.

"Refreshing! Another round!"

"I didn't expect Brother Ye to be a kindred spirit! Haha, what joy!"

Leng Xu drank faster and faster, often laughing out loud, but Ye Yuan could detect a hint of bitterness in his smile.

This man was here to drown his sorrows!

Ye Yuan was somewhat curious—how could such a cheerful and unrestrained young man be like this?

But Leng Xu didn't give him a bad impression, so he just kept drinking with him cup after cup.

Not long ago, Ye Yuan's physical cultivation had broken through to the Fifth Revolution Golden Body.

Such a powerful body naturally had great resistance to alcohol.

Moreover, Ye Yuan was an alchemist who enjoyed good wine; no matter how strong the liquor, it was nothing to him.

At least, this Ten Bowls Down wasn't strong enough.

"Sixty-five bowls!"

"Seventy-three bowls!"

"Ninety bowls!"

...

By now, everyone in the tavern had stopped eating and drinking, their eyes fixed on Ye Yuan and Leng Xu.

The way these two competed in drinking left them dumbfounded.

Finally, after drinking one hundred and three bowls, Leng Xu fell face-first onto the table with a thud.

"Goo... good wine! Brother Ye... come, come, another round!"

The guy was completely unconscious, yet still wanted to toast with Ye Yuan.

Everyone around was stunned.

"Wow, he actually took down the God of Wine! Who is this young man?"

"He really didn't use any divine essence at all. How did he do it?"

Exclamations of amazement filled the air.

None of them had ever dared to drink ten bowls.

But today, this unfamiliar face had downed one hundred and three bowls of Ten Bowls Down in one go—it was incredible.

Actually, after a hundred bowls, Ye Yuan's head was a bit dizzy.

This liquor, called Ten Bowls Down, truly lived up to its name.

It was good wine, but it was the man who got drunk on his own sorrows.

Ye Yuan circulated his divine essence and dispelled the dizziness.

He turned to the others and asked, "Do you know where his home is?"

Everyone immediately understood: this young man intended to take Leng Xu home.

"Hey, young man, you're a good drinker! But it's best not to wade into this troubled water. The Leng family is in turmoil lately," a well-meaning person in the crowd advised.

Ye Yuan was puzzled but smiled and said, "I'm just taking him home. It's fine."

The man added, "If you don't heed the elder's words, trouble awaits! Since you insist on asking for it, we won't stop you. The Leng family is a prominent clan in the capital. Turn right when you leave, go through three streets, then turn left and pass through an alley, and you'll be there."

Ye Yuan nodded, paid the bill, and said to Xiao Tong, "Let's go."

But as Ye Yuan left the tavern, a barely noticeable eerie smile flickered across that man's lips.