Chapter 391: Feeling Tipsy

Chapter 391: Feeling Tipsy

Wang Xuan could feel his heart in his mouth. Then, suddenly, he leaped forward and grabbed Fang Yuzhu.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yuzhu looked at him, her hair scattered, her eyes deep, and then she smiled, like a flower bud blooming in the morning glow after the rain, fresh and brilliant.

She shook her head with a smile and said, "Are you worried I'll jump down? It's not the time yet, not today. If I jump into the sea now and go with it, those people won't let you off easily. They'll come after you."

"Then I can rest assured, Sister Fang. We still have time, it's not time to despair yet. Let's return to the world first." Wang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, truly afraid that she would leap away.

"Then why don't you let go?" Fang Yuzhu looked at him, transcendent and stunning. She turned around, no longer looking at the sea, and walked towards the rusty mothership in the distance.

Wang Xuan wasn't embarrassed at all. He had saved someone in urgency. What's wrong with holding the hand of a transcendent powerhouse? It's better than dancing with Old Zhang at the Three Fright Stack. He let go after walking for a while.

The Transcendent Light Sea receded, coming from nothingness and going to the unknown. The decline of mythology was inevitable, leaving everyone here silently pondering for a long time.

"We still have one or two chances." The young man hosting the auction in the bar, known as Old Mu by some, spoke deeply as he looked at the dark cosmic void where the Light Sea disappeared.

This node was calculated by many prominent figures working together. Perhaps there would be opportunities three months later, and six months later.

Fang Yuzhu looked into the distance, choosing to take that step in the next opportunity!

With the disappearance of the Transcendent Light Sea, the suppression of the mundane world descended once again. Without the rules of mythology, everyone felt constrained, and their strength was still far from reaching the realm of Earth Immortals.

In this place, most people were wandering around the third or fourth level.

Now, with the Godslaying Banner in hand, Wang Xuan no longer felt intimidated. As he gazed at the distant sacred dragon, Luo An, with its tail severed, he couldn't help but feel the urge to charge forward and slay the dragon.

However, he quickly reconsidered. Since the fighting had ceased and everyone was watching, he didn't want to risk causing outrage by acting too rashly. Besides, that tail-less sacred dragon wasn't even Luo An's true form. These ancient creatures were all extremely cautious; none of them dared to tread lightly in the Transcendent Realm.

"Brother Ten-stage, please don't lose my business card. In the future, you can use it to find me in the Mingyuan Transcendent Realm!" Zhang Qifan spoke eagerly, his eyes fixed on Wang Xuan.

Then, without drawing attention, he glanced at Fang Yuzhu, his thoughts lingering on his desire to reshape humanity through scientific analysis of mythology, to prolong the existence of the Transcendents.

Inside the massive mothership, within the Time-Space Bar, the host, known as Old Mu, despite being called so, looked quite young. With a crew cut and crimson hair shimmering, he wore a modern outfit adorned with ear and nose piercings, and even a one-inch-long golden stud embedded in his forehead.

"Don't underestimate him. I have a rough idea of his identity. He's likely the only junior disciple of the ancient emperor from the orthodox demonic lineage, missing for over two thousand years. He probably left the stage and hid in some Transcendent Realm." Fang Yuzhu whispered, revealing the host's identity.

Wang Xuan was taken aback. The legitimate heir of the orthodox demonic lineage, sought after by the Four Demonic Clans, had unexpectedly encountered his junior disciple in this Time-Space Bar!

"Those three golden studs of his are just a hair weaker than the Godslaying Banner. In the heyday of mythology, those three studs could fix the fabric of time and space, nailing down even the most formidable of Transcendents." When Wang Xuan heard this, he was speechless. He had initially thought the host was just an atypical human, overly eccentric, but he had never imagined that those three studs had such an immense background.

"Ah, Lady Fang, you've kept us in the dark for so long. Including this time, you've come three times already, and each time you've concealed your aura. If it weren't for this major upheaval, and your use of forbidden techniques this time, we wouldn't have known it was you." Old Mu spoke up, smiling as he approached.

Wang Xuan shook his head vigorously, feeling a bit dizzy.

Fang Yuzhu also drank a small cup. After a moment, she found herself in a slight drunken state. As she had said, she was not good at drinking, of course not referring to ordinary alcohol, but rather this kind of celestial wine.

As for Wang Xuan, he was feeling a bit unsteady now. This so-called Celestial Drunkenness was indeed... quite potent, causing him to feel intoxicated.

Surprisingly, Fang Yuzhu, who wasn't good at drinking, seemed to handle it better than him. Her strength was evident, as she was only slightly tipsy.

Wang Xuan felt himself swaying, everything appearing blurry to him.

"Miss Fang isn't drunk, but I am. How embarrassing," he said, shaking his head vigorously, needing Fang Yuzhu's support to prevent himself from stumbling.

"Quick, look! Old Zhang is a weirdo. He actually has three heads on his true form, sitting on the big tree outside my house. When will he stop this peeping habit?" Wang Xuan pointed below, although he was drunk, he still managed to spot Old Zhang, starting to yell.

"I'll be darned, it's the dead of night, and he's sitting together with the Blood Emperor of the Netherworld. Are they having a toast? Why are their arms entwined? Oh, perhaps I'm just drunk and seeing double?"

Below, Zhang Daoling's face turned dark instantly. What happened to his so-called Spiritual Divine Eye? What a useless divine ability! He sat here drinking, protecting their physical bodies, and yet that drunkard dared to come back and ridicule him. He was asking for a beating.

The Blood Emperor of the Netherworld was speechless. "Have these two entered the Elysium? They returned drunk. Even Miss Fang seems slightly intoxicated."

With a whooshing sound, both Zhang Daoling and the Blood Emperor of the Netherworld projected their souls, soaring into the sky, glaring menacingly at the intoxicated Wang Xuan, both itching to give him a good beating.

"Has Zheng Yuantian arrived?" the slightly tipsy Fang Yuzhu asked.

"He appeared as a blurry figure behind the veil, but after taking one look, he turned and left," the Blood Emperor informed her.

"It's Zheng. He informed the White Night Demon Emperor. This is a ploy to lure us away. He wants to harm me?" Wang Xuan shook his head vigorously, trying to sober up. Zheng Yuantian was clearly eyeing his physical body.

"What about Yan Yan?" Fang Yuzhu inquired.

Clearly, she was quite relieved because arrangements had been made before their souls departed.

"The Demon Lord placed your physical bodies in a room," Old Zhang informed them seriously.

"The Demon Lord is called Yan Yan?" Wang Xuan, who was intoxicated, found it a bit difficult to focus his attention, surprisingly fixating on the name of the Demon Lord.

A faint glow adorned Fang Yuzhu's beautiful face. Now, with a slight change in expression, the slightly intoxicated her swayed gently, her graceful figure swiftly approaching the dwelling below.

She knew very well that when the Demon Lord became capricious, it could be quite a headache. The fact that she had tampered with her and Wang Xuan's physical bodies was simply asking for trouble!

"Yan Yan, come out!" Fang Yuzhu shouted from outside, her soul-formed figure surrounded by a radiant aura, rapidly heading towards the room.

"Yan Yan, the Demon Lord, the red clothed demoness, what has she done?" Wang Xuan slurred his words, swaying his body as he followed suit.