The High Priest shook his head and said, "I don't know much, but I do know about the major event that happened to the Divine Clan back then."
As for your background, I also accidentally heard your mother reveal it. At that moment, I was moved—wasn't everything a bit too coincidental? Judging by the timing, it really did match. Long
Chen's heart raced wildly. From the High Priest's words, he seemed to guess his origins. Long Chen said in a trembling voice, "High Priest, my biological parents... Is he still alive? The
High Priest looked at Long Chen, a kindness appearing on his face, and sighed, "No matter how powerful a person is, everyone has a fatal weakness. Are you afraid because you haven't discovered anything you want in the Divine Clan?" Long
Chen nodded. He was indeed afraid. He was afraid that when the mystery was revealed, it would be a tragedy—a tragedy that could not be undone by force.
Long Chen had a bad premonition. In the Divine Clan, he couldn't sense any familial affection, not even the aura of bloodline.
Logically, given the sensitivity of the Nine Star Overlord Body Technique, if his biological parents were in the Divine Clan, he couldn't possibly have no sense at all.
But after all this time in the Divine Clan, Long Chen had gained nothing, and his heart grew uncertain.
He had a fear—afraid that when the mystery was revealed, everything would have become a thing of the past.
There was another point that Long Chen didn't want to reveal so soon—he simply wasn't strong enough.
He had his spiritual blood, spiritual root, and spirit bone dug out—such a cruel method. Although Long Chen had no children, he could not understand that kind of hatred.
But it is imaginable that if Long Chen's child were tortured like this, Long Chen would go mad, slaughter all his enemies, and send them to hell forever, never to be reborn.
But the Divine Clan hasn't changed much, so there's only one possibility—and that possibility is what Long Chen fears the most.
If it had been revealed earlier, Long Chen wouldn't have chosen to endure; he would have chosen revenge, and he couldn't wait even a moment. But his strength was insufficient, and such revenge would be a foolish death sentence.
So now, Long Chen is caught in extreme conflict—he wants to know the mystery of his origins, but he's also somewhat afraid of finding out.
So, Long Chen didn't want to go to the Divine Clan this time, fearing he might accidentally uncover that mystery and be doomed forever.
Now that the High Priest had brought up this matter, Long Chen suddenly became anxious. He wished the High Priest could tell him that his biological parents were still alive.
The High Priest looked at Long Chen and said, "Child, there are many rules in this world that cannot be changed."
To break free from the cocoon and become a butterfly, you must endure the pain of struggling and transforming inside the cocoon—no one can help you.
This process is very important. If someone helps you, your experience will not be able to free you from the cocoon. Although you may be freed at the time, when you try to spread your wings and fly, you find that your wings are gone.
The power of the strong is never smooth; a smooth road cannot create true strength. You should not stop moving forward just because the road ahead is difficult; your hesitation will cause you to miss more opportunities.
At your level, do you still believe in luck? Since luck is unreliable, rely on strength.
What needs to be faced must be faced. If you can't escape or avoid it, then take big strides forward. Besides, being pessimistic now is a bit too early. The
High Priest's last words filled Long Chen with wild joy. The High Priest seemed to subtly remind him, indicating that things were not as bad as he had imagined.
"Thank you, senior." Long Chen bowed deeply, his face full of gratitude.
Although others saw Long Chen as a peerless genius, he also had his weaknesses and fatal weaknesses.
Now, with the High Priest's reminder, it was as if the curse had been lifted in an instant. He felt completely relaxed, and even felt the air was so fresh it felt like it had been lifted.
"Go ahead and do it. Do whatever you want. My old bones can hold on for a while. Your trump cards are no fewer than others', so there's no need to worry so much." The High Priest laughed.
Long Chen nodded, his heart full of emotion. The High Priest's full support filled him with confidence.
"Alright then, in three days, I'll visit the Divine Clan and see what kind of attitude they have." Long Chen said.
After Long Chen left, the High Priest stared blankly at the statue of the God of Wine for a while, seemingly lost in memories. After a long while, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he murmured to himself:
"Like father, like son. The divine race is truly foolish, destroying the Great Wall without realizing it. Is all of this karmic retribution?" The Heavenly Dao is indeed hard to fathom. "
...
After leaving the High Priest's place, Long Chen immediately went to see his parents. When Long Chen returned, Long Tianxiao and Lady Long were overjoyed. Lady Long immediately started cooking and prepared food for him.
Long Chen suddenly remembered he still had an appointment with Tu Qianshang, so before eating, he decided to take a walk around Tu Qianshang's place first.
"Fatty, what good wine do you have? Huh... You. Long Chen got straight to the point, but suddenly looked at Tu Qianshang in shock.
Because Long Chen was shocked to discover that Tu Qianshang's realm had actually reached the peak of Tongming.
This chubby guy, who had already missed the golden cultivation period, had his cultivation grow so terrifyingly that Long Chen was stunned.
"Heh, you were startled. That's because my drinking skills have made a major breakthrough, and realm breakthroughs have become only natural.
Come, try my latest fine wine. The reason I broke through is because of this wine. You're in for a treat—aside from the High Priest, no one else has ever tasted my wine. Tu Qianshang wore a look of pride, the flesh on his face blossoming as if it were about to bloom, showing off as much as possible.
"To be honest, the wine you brew is my favorite—simple, direct, strong—in a word: refreshing."
After drinking your wine, other drinks are as bland and tasteless as water. Let me tell you, the last drink you gave me was already finished, and I've been holding it in for a long time. Long Chen said.
Tu Qianshang's wine was strong and domineering, carrying the spirit of a martial world. It wasn't exactly delicious, but after drinking, a surge of heroic spirit surged in his heart—a mood unique to Tu Qianshang.
"Come on, have a bowl first."
Tu Qianshang poured a bowl of wine and handed it to Long Chen. The wine was dark red, bubbles swirling inside, revealing tiny bubbles. The bubbles even had flowing runes, making them look both eerie and novel.
"Good wine. The aroma is locked inside, concentrated and undispersed. The power of the wine flows in its own way, forming a unique form, repeating endlessly. Wow, your realm is getting stronger and stronger."
Long Chen looked at the bowl of wine, his face full of amazement. It was just a simple bowl, yet it could reflect the Dao of Heaven through the essence of wine. What kind of extraordinary encounter did this chubby man have? His drinking path had advanced so terribly—the Wine God Palace was truly mysterious.
"Enough talk, hurry up and try it." Faced with Long Chen's praise, Tu Qianshang was not convinced and spoke impatiently.
Long Chen picked up the wine bowl and took a gulp, but as soon as the wine entered his throat, he felt his throat explode.
"Pfft!"
Long Chen spat out the wine, splashing everywhere. Tu Qianshang seemed prepared, and in a flash, the wine splashed onto the ground.
"Sizzle... The
blue brick was actually scorched out by the wineOne hole after another, and then the blue bricks were actually set ablaze. The sight startled Long Chen.
"You fat bastard, are you tricking me?" This is not alcohol at all. Long Chen shouted angrily, noticing that even his voice had become hoarse, and his throat was actually burned.
That wasn't any kind of wine—it was even more violent than lava. That was Long Chen. If it were anyone else, one gulp would cost them their lives.
"Don't blame the toilet for not being able to poop or complain about the bad feng shui of the outhouse."
Tu Qianshang sneered disdainfully, picked up a bowl of wine, downed it in one gulp, and looked at Long Chen with a calm expression, his face full of pride.
Long Chen carefully examined the wine and noticed countless tiny bubbles inside. He immediately understood that the terrifying power was related to these bubbles.
"Gulp." This time,
Long Chen only took one sip, and it instantly felt as if he had swallowed lava. The strong liquor swallowed it was like swallowing billions of steel needles, and the pain in his mouth, throat, and esophagus was unbearable.
When the strong liquor entered his stomach, it was like a volcanic eruption. Long Chen felt his whole body heat up, like a cooked crab.
But when the strong wine entered his stomach and the alcohol dissipated, he regrouped, and a faint coolness slowly surged up. From his esophagus to his throat to his mouth, the burning pain disappeared, replaced by an indescribable comfort.
"Good wine,"
Long Chen exclaimed. With one sip, his pores opened wide, and his spiritual energy was stimulated, slowly surging, with his blood and energy flowing without the slightest hindrance.
A single sip of wine can instantly put you into battle mode, without needing to slowly warm up—fully activate your vital energy. This wine is truly domineering.
"Hahaha..." Seeing Long Chen like this wine, Tu Qianshang laughed heartily. Only the High Priest had ever tasted this wine; it wasn't just him showing off to the High Priest.
It's just that no one else can stand this strong liquor and dare not drink it. This wine requires a strong constitution; otherwise, it's no different from poison.
Experts are lonely, and Long Chen being able to drink this kind of wine instantly made Tu Qianshang delighted. He took out a jar of fine wine, and the two toasted three bowls in a row.
When Tu Qianshang was about to pour the fourth bowl, Long Chen quickly stopped him: "This wine is too strong. I still have to eat with my parents later, so it's hard to drink too much." At
this moment, Long Chen's blood and energy surged, showing signs that he couldn't suppress it. If he drank any more, his blood would be activated, and if he couldn't suppress it for a short time, Long Tianxiao and Lady Long would be unable to withstand his pressure and wouldn't be able to eat together.
After all, this was Long Chen's first time drinking such wine, and he didn't have the strong resistance that Tu Qianshang had, so he didn't dare to drink any further.
"Alright then, once you finish your business, let's have a hearty drink." Tu Qianshang didn't force Long Chen.
Tu Qianshang gave Long Chen ten jars of fine wine. These jars were not ordinary jars; each one was specially made and could fit a whole house.
Each jar weighed 100,000 jin. This was all of Tu Qianshang's savings, all given to Long Chen. Long Chen felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to postpone it.
Tu Qianshang glared at him and said he wanted to drink it anytime, telling Long Chen to take it and drink it as he pleased. Once he got used to the wine, the two of them would have another big drinking session to see who was superior.
As the saying goes, 'Wine meets a soulmate.' Watching others drink is happier and more rewarding than drinking yourself. Tu Qianshang was just like that, because the only one who truly liked his wine was Long Chen.
Back home, the family ate happily. That night, Long Chen held Madam Long's hand alone and gently told her about Long Xiaoyu, hoping she would give her some space and not let her feel drowned in the river of love.
After Long Chen mentioned this, Madam Long realized she seemed a bit overbearing and always wanted to hold Long Xiaoyu in the palm of her hand.
Madam Long was also a reasonable person, but as she got older, she doted on Long Xiaoyu even more, but also relied on her more and more. After Long Chen's persuasion, she finally understood that Long Xiaoyu had grown up without realizing it, and loving her meant giving her some freedom.
Long Chen stayed at the Wine God Palace for three days, while the Lord of Pills left the next day, likely to report back to the Divine Clan.
Three days later, Long Chen composed himself and boarded a flying boat to the Divine Clan. As soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array, he was immediately surrounded by countless powerful beings.
"Long Chen, you have some nerve, actually daring to come to the Divine Clan?" A man with a stern face blocked Long Chen's path.