Chapter 9: Drinking and Getting Drunk

  "Cough, cough..." Seeing the five disciples say more and more unbearable words, Man Tian's face turned slightly red as he dry coughed a few times! Although his mental state was much higher than that of his peers, the topics discussed by the crude peak disciples made him blush.

  "Hey? So this is the new junior brother, huh? Haha, looks like he's still a rookie." Mo Tian's dry cough didn't seem to surprise anyone, and a man with a rough appearance and a face flushed from drinking looked up at Mo Tian, bursting into loud laughter.

  "Everyone, I am Mo Tian!"

  "Come on! It's our Mount Emei's rule, all new disciples must first do chores to show respect!" Another big fellow also chimed in.

  A young man stood up, pulled Tian to a small courtyard, pressed him onto a stool and poured him a large bowl of wine.

  "Come on, let's have a drink first to show respect to Brother Mo Tian! Brother Mo Tian, let's take the lead and drink this cup!" The young man said, then picked up his bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The other men, with big smiles on their faces, followed suit and downed their drinks.

  The barbarian saw the five people like this, and didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he picked up his bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The liquor entered his mouth like a fierce fire, with a spicy flavor that made the barbarian's eyebrows furrow tightly, forcing him to swallow hard. In an instant, the barbarian only felt a fierce flame flowing down his throat into his belly, while his entire body's blood seemed to be boiling, making the barbarian feel hot and dry all over. Although he had drunk liquor before, it was never like this.

  "Great wine!! Come on, come on, Brother Man, let me introduce you. My name is Haoteng, this is Li Hong, Wang Xingchen, Tian Ge, and Wu Long." The young man said with a bright smile, seeing Man Tian drink up in one gulp, his tone changed slightly.

  Man Tian's gaze swept over the five people, and he clasped his fists in respect: "Man Tian has met the five senior brothers! In the future, I still ask the senior brothers to take care of me."

  "Enough with the formalities, Brother Mian. We're all disciples of Zhu Feng, no need to stand on ceremony. As disciples of Zhu Feng, we're all brothers!" Haoteng said with a thick accent, as he poured another cup of wine for Miantian.

  "Ha! You've really made me, Zuo Feng, look good, brother! As soon as you arrived at the ancient sect, you destroyed the sect's gate and almost killed Pu Yun. Haha, that kid Pu Yun thought he was so high and mighty, always looking down on my disciple Zuo Feng. Now, didn't he almost get killed by my disciple?" Hao Teng laughed.

  "Come, my younger brother, this cup of wine is for you. I'll drink to your health and let out some steam for all the brothers!" The burly man with a thick beard, Tian Peng, said loudly as he raised his bowl and rubbed his reddish nose.

  The barbarian hesitated for a moment, and did not decline. He picked up the large bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

  "Good!! Good wine, Brother Man Tian, this time you let me, Zhuo Feng, shine brightly. Just for this, I represent nearly a hundred of our senior brothers to toast you with a cup." The young man named Wang Xingchen poured a cup of wine for Man Tian and said.

  Man Tian smiled bitterly in his heart, two bowls went down, his stomach was like a raging fire, his head was a bit dizzy, he couldn't resist the generosity of several people, and he picked up the big bowl again, drinking it all in one gulp.

  "Awesome! I like your bold and uninhibited personality, Brother Man Tian. Unlike other disciples of Peak, who drink like women! Come on, Brother Man Tian, let me toast you a cup!" Wu Long, the disciple, poured a cup for Man Tian and said.

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  After a round of drinking, several people came up with various excuses to toast Mo Tian, and finally brought out Zhuo Feng's wine, using Zhuo Feng's name to toast Mo Tian, making it impossible for Mo Tian to refuse!

  Round after round, the barbarian gradually couldn't take it anymore, his face red and ears burning, he only felt dizzy and disoriented, but surprisingly spirited, and with the five of them, it was as if they had known each other for a long time, and they even started calling each other brothers.

  "Continuing from before, speaking of women, one of the four great beauties of Southern Xinjiang is actually from my clan. Which one was it... uh... what's her name again?" Haoteng belched after drinking, his right hand on Man Tian's shoulder, asking others.

  "Pan Nie Peak." Wu Long replied.

  "That's right, it's that Rain Hong, she's truly a beauty beyond compare. I've heard her skin is as white as snow and her face is like an immortal's, wearing a white dress just like a heavenly fairy descending to the mortal world. Who knows how many ancient sect disciples have made her their dream lover!" Huāng Téng exclaimed loudly, his eyes shining with excitement as he clinked his wine cup.

  "That Rain Ling... I've seen her once, and it made me involuntarily produce a primitive desire, almost pouncing on her in public, tsk tsk... If I could just kiss her, what's the point of dying?" Wang Xingchen shouted loudly.

  "Haha, speaking of Yu Ling, it reminds me of that green onion, proud and arrogant, always with a gentlemanly appearance, but when he sees Yu Ling, he can't even speak." Li Hong also laughed.

  "Is it really as great as what those senior brothers said? I'll go and experience it for myself another day!" Haoteng's heart stirred after hearing this.

  "You must go and enjoy yourself, cultivation is dull, what's the point of cultivating if there are no women?" Wu Long laughed loudly.

  "No, no, I...I think cultivation is to protect one's own family and clan!" Bulian Tian stared with his eyes wide open, stuttering as he spoke, already somewhat drunk, his strong body unable to withstand the invasion of the strong wine.

  "Tribes? Family? Brother Meng... your words remind me of... Peak Master. I've heard that Peak Master, in his younger years, was a genius within the sect... He cultivated diligently for the sake of his tribe... but in the end, his tribe was still destroyed... Cultivation is endless, after all. You must know that there's always another mountain beyond this one. You cultivate diligently, but some people have already reached heights that you'll struggle to attain in your lifetime... If only there were beautiful women to accompany us, and fine wine to drown our sorrows... then this life wouldn't be in vain!" Wang Xingchen stuttered, his arm around Li Hong's shoulders.

  Man Tian was suddenly startled, and the intoxication also dissipated a lot. Wang Xingchen's words made Man Tian think of his tribe and Mo Xing! Whether or not he would also follow in the footsteps of the Peak Master, Mo Xing was an awakened strongman, but how long would it take for him to become an awakened strongman?

  The Wang and Hou tribes can protect their tribe for a while, but they cannot protect it forever. Moreover, are they really willing to offend a powerful Awakened one just because of Luo Lao's request?

  The help of outsiders is only temporary, everything still requires one's own efforts! Thinking of this, Man Tian couldn't sit still anymore, he wanted to work hard to cultivate and increase his strength, and return to the tribe as soon as possible.

  At this moment, Man Tian stood up and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Hua Teng. All he heard was Hua Teng saying: "Man Shidi... no matter what's on your mind... but if you continue to indulge in it, you'll become irretrievable... why not use wine to release the burden in your heart!"

  "Brother Mān, perhaps... Brother's words have touched a certain place in your heart, but... Cultivation is not... just for the moment, outsiders only know... my humble peak... disciples spend their days idle, drinking to intoxication, who knows... the joy and intention within? Listen... listen to Brother's words, drink wine... to one's heart's content, drink wine... isn't it just... to cast aside everything? Let... one's own heart relax... better than bitter cultivation for a month." Wáng Xīngchén also stood up unsteadily, holding onto Mān Tiāndào.

  "Hah...you're quite bold, little brother. Don't look down on us five because we seem like spoiled rich kids, but when it comes to real skills, among the disciples of the fifth generation, there's no one who can be your match, big brother Wang."

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