After regaining his composure, Chen Xin carefully sized up Fu Ye. No matter how he looked at him, the youth appeared no older than sixteen or seventeen. Yet the pressure he had displayed earlier was nothing short of terrifying. It was difficult to reconcile that overwhelming strength with such a young face.
With a casual wave of his hand, Fu Ye filled the space before them with a pile of aged wine jars. The clay surfaces were worn and ancient-looking. Chen Xin's eyes brightened instantly. Just from the texture and color of the jars alone, he could tell these wines had been buried for at least a century.
Fu Ye picked up one jar and broke the seal.
The moment the Thousand-Year Soul Wine was opened, a dense and intoxicating fragrance spread throughout Juxiang Pavilion.
"Mm. As expected of my private collection. The taste is excellent."
He shamelessly referred to the system's free goods as his own treasured reserve. Chen Xin, however, paid no attention to that detail. His focus was entirely on the wine. Soul Wine—and judging by the aroma, it had been aged for hundreds of years at the very least.
"So fragrant… Ah Yin wants some too."
Ah Yin quickly moved to sit beside Fu Ye, her ice-blue eyes filled with anticipation.
"No. You're not even eighteen yet. You can't drink."
Her lips puffed slightly in dissatisfaction. This was Thousand-Year Soul Wine. For a Soul Emperor like her, drinking it would be excessive.
"Brother Chen Xin, let's drink. Since you stood up for Juxiang Pavilion today, consider this my way of making a friend."
With another wave of his hand, the lids of thirty jars of Thousand-Year Soul Wine were lifted simultaneously. The fragrance grew even stronger, drifting far beyond the pavilion and stirring the cravings of many passersby.
Fu Ye lifted a jar and drank deeply. Warmth spread through his body. Though the wine had little effect on someone at his level, he didn't mind. After all, anything that entered the stomach wasn't wasted.
Chen Xin was a straightforward man. With words already spoken so openly, there was no reason to hesitate. He picked up a jar and began drinking as well.
Meanwhile, Ah Yin, still wearing a slightly wronged expression, quietly extended her Blue Silver Emperor vines. The slender blue-gold strands slipped unnoticed into the last two jars in the back row. She secretly siphoned the wine through the vines, tasting the sweet liquid with delight. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
What she didn't realize was that her head was beginning to feel light and dizzy.
Fu Ye and Chen Xin made no effort to dispel the alcohol with soul power. For cultivators at their level, staying sober was easy—but that faint haze brought a rare sense of relaxation.
They drank late into the night. Fourteen jars each were emptied.
Fu Ye felt slightly muddled. He clearly remembered drinking fourteen jars with Chen Xin. But somehow, two additional jars had also been emptied. He dismissed the thought, assuming he must have miscounted in his drunken state.
After using soul power to regain some clarity, Fu Ye arranged a guest room for Chen Xin and, without drawing attention to it, granted him a small opportunity—an enlightenment chance taken from the system.
Then he brought Ah Yin to the top floor, which served as his residence. The layout resembled an apartment from his previous life: three bedrooms, one living room, and a spacious balcony.
He placed the already-asleep Ah Yin in the guest bedroom before returning to his own room. It wasn't that he was some righteous saint. He simply refused to take advantage of someone in a drunken state. In his view, ruining someone's innocence while they were confused by alcohol was despicable.
Lying in bed, Fu Ye felt a mixture of emotions. Gaining invincible power had first filled him with excitement. But he knew such power could easily lead to emptiness. He needed something to fill that void.
Perhaps pursuing more girls would do.
After all, his system could permanently lock affection levels. He might as well set a small goal—to rely on his own charm and conquer every girl in the Douluo world.
With that thought, he drifted into deep sleep.
Sometime past midnight, his bedroom door opened softly.
Ah Yin stepped inside, her blue-gold dress fluttering slightly. Countless Blue Silver Emperor vines carried her forward. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes hazy with drunkenness.
The vines gently lifted her onto Fu Ye's bed. She slipped under the blanket and rested her head against his chest.
"Ah Yin… likes Fu Ye's scent…"
Half-asleep, Fu Ye instinctively wrapped his arms around the warm, soft body in his embrace. A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he were dreaming something sweet.
In the guest room, Chen Xin had already entered a state of enlightenment. In such a state, a soul master could perceive the essence of cultivation and their Martial Spirit with unprecedented clarity. There was a saying in the soul master world—after enlightenment, one would face no bottlenecks for ten years.
It was an opportunity most would never encounter in their lifetime.
At dawn, the rising sun cast golden light across the city. Fu Ye slowly opened his eyes. It had been a long time since he had slept so comfortably. Aside from a slight feeling of weight pressing against him, everything felt perfect.
He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the morning light. Still half-asleep, he instinctively tightened his arms around the soft warmth in his embrace.
Then he froze.
Wasn't he supposed to be sleeping alone?
His golden eyes snapped fully open.
As his vision focused, a familiar blue-gold figure came into view.
Ah Yin.
How did she end up in his bed?
Hadn't he placed her in the guest room last night?
As Fu Ye frantically tried to recall the events of the previous night, Ah Yin stirred awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at him lazily.
"Fu Ye… let's wake up later. Ah Yin wants to sleep a bit more."
With that, she calmly closed her eyes again.
Fu Ye stared blankly.
A moment later, she shifted slightly in her sleep.
And that subtle movement instantly caused the adolescent boy's body to react.
Fu Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.
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