The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

A young-sounding voice rang out on the first floor.

"There is nothing wrong with this person's challenge of the tower!"

Shopkeeper Li hurriedly bowed to the empty air. "Chu Yan Zhenren is correct!"

'A Zhenren? Was that voice from the Zhenren of the Qixia Sect who oversees the Drunken Immortal Tower?'

The patrons on the first floor gasped, jolted to their senses. If a Zhenren had spoken, then there definitely wasn't any foul play!

A mere challenger of the Drunken Immortal Tower wasn't worth a Zhenren lying for.

This made them even more astonished. 'Does the Wang Family's son-in-law really have such talent? It's comparable to the Daoists of the five great sects!'

Some of the local patrons quickly ran to the Wang Family to deliver the news.

The Drunken Immortal Tower was originally built for the training of Qixia Sect's Foundation Establishment Stage disciples. But since it was too far from the sect, it was simply opened to all Cultivators in the world.

The speed at which one climbed the Drunken Immortal Tower depended not only on one's cultivation level but, more importantly, on the challenger's innate talent.

At this moment, the fourth floor was empty, save for a few exquisite tables. Chen Dong casually found a table and sat down.

A phantom flickered into existence. A startlingly oppressive pressure suddenly descended, and a child of about ten years old appeared before him, dressed in crimson Daoist robes, with black hair that fell to his ankles.

He chuckled softly. "To reach the fourth floor so quickly with only the strength of the Qi Refining stage, you must have a special constitution!"

The child's voice was a bit immature, but the oppressive feeling couldn't be faked.

'I heard this voice on the third floor. This boy must be the Zhenren who presides over the Drunken Immortal Tower. I just don't know why a Zhenren would look like this.'

"A special constitution, no wonder." An arrogant voice sounded from the staircase.

Fei Ji walked up the stairs. He first bowed to the child and said respectfully, "Inner Sect Disciple Fei Ji greets Chu Yan Zhenren!"

Chu Yan Zhenren nodded, and Fei Ji sat down at the table next to Chen Dong's.

"I can't quite discern what kind of constitution you have. Would you care to inform me?"

Chen Dong stood up, bowed, and said, neither servile nor overbearing, "My apologies, Senior. This junior only wishes to drink!"

Hearing this, Fei Ji stood up and sneered, "It's your good fortune that Chu Yan Zhenren is asking you a question, yet you dare to refuse? It's just a special constitution, what's so precious about it? There are plenty of people with special constitutions in the Wangyou Realm. What are you putting on airs for…"

Chu Yan Zhenren raised a hand to stop Fei Ji from continuing. "Enough. It's fine if you don't wish to say. If you can pass this floor, I can recommend you to join the Qixia Sect as an Inner Sect Disciple. If you can pass the sixth floor, I will recommend you to become a Core Disciple!"

Fei Ji was shocked. 'Those who can become Core Disciples of the Qixia Sect are all seeds for the Golden Core realm! For a Core Disciple, Core Formation is a simple matter; what they pursue is the quality of their Golden Core. Does this brat I can't stand to look at have the aptitude to form a Top-grade Golden Core?'

Chen Dong didn't agree at once. Instead, he bowed again. "Thank you for your favor, Zhenren. This junior would still like to taste the seventh course of the Drunken Immortal Brew."

'If I hadn't given the recipe for the imitation Drunken Immortal Brew to the 'Eight Immortals,' joining the Qixia Sect would have been an excellent choice.'

Fei Ji said contemptuously, "This is only the fourth floor, and you're already shamelessly boasting about reaching the seventh. It's questionable whether you can even pass this floor. You think too highly of yourself!"

Chu Yan Zhenren, however, just smiled. He didn't blame Chen Dong for not knowing what was good for him. As the one overseeing the Drunken Immortal Tower, it was his duty to scout for talented prospects—"immortal seedlings"—for the Qixia Sect. His previous words were merely part of his responsibilities, not because he saw Chen Dong in any special light.

With a flick of his long sleeve, seven ordinary clay cups appeared before the two of them.

"Please!"

As soon as the word was spoken, Chu Yan Zhenren vanished from their sight.

The moment the Zhenren left, the displeasure on Fei Ji's face deepened. "You punk, you just relied on your special constitution to get this far. This is probably your limit. Cultivators care more about their cultivation level. If we weren't in the Drunken Immortal Tower, I'd teach you what it means to respect a cultivation senior!"

Fei Ji was furious. 'His cultivation is only at the Qi Refining stage, yet he dares to ignore me.'

Chen Dong thought Fei Ji disliked him so intensely because of bad luck. In reality, the main reason was his cultivation level. The fact that Chen Dong, with only a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivation, had happened to block Fei Ji's path, dared to ignore him, and even walked ahead of him, made Fei Ji feel utterly humiliated.

Fighting was forbidden in the Drunken Immortal Tower, so Fei Ji suppressed his anger, raised the clay cup, and took a sip. Instantly, a vast wave of the brew's power surged through his body, forcing him to put down the cup and meditate to dissolve its potency.

Just before he did, he glanced at Chen Dong, and his heart skipped a beat. He himself had stopped after just one sip, but that kid had already finished a whole cup. He sneered inwardly, 'Go on, drink yourself to death. Even I, at the Eighth-Layer Foundation Establishment, can't handle it. How much can a Qi Cultivation Stage weakling like you drink, even with a special constitution?'

An hour later, Fei Ji opened his eyes and took another sip. When he looked at Chen Dong again, he was dumbfounded. All seven cups were empty, and Chen Dong was meditating.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that this kid had the right to ignore him. A chill rose in his heart, and he began to regret his impulsive words. 'He finished seven cups this quickly... If he's willing, he'll be a fellow disciple in the Qixia Sect. At this rate, it's not impossible for him to pass the sixth floor. In the future, I'll have to call him Senior Brother when I see him.'

'The influence of a Qixia Sect Core Disciple compared to an Inner Sect Disciple is like the difference between heaven and earth. At that point, if he wanted to deal with a mere Inner Sect Disciple like me, he wouldn't even have to lift a finger; others would be more than willing to do it for him.'

Thinking of this, Fei Ji spoke, his voice trembling, "Fellow Daoist, please don't take offense. I... I wasn't in my right mind from the drink just now, I was talking nonsense!"

Chen Dong ignored him as before, rising to walk toward the fifth floor. The True Qi in his body had already reached the Ninth-Layer Qi Cultivation.

Seeing Chen Dong's back as he continued to ignore him, Fei Ji remained in his apologetic posture, but cursed inwardly, 'I hope you fail the fifth floor, you brat! Better yet, drink yourself to death!'