NOVEL NEXT Chapter 40 The Drunken Sword Ancestor
"Senior brother, are you sure that red gold will really appear in the Four Seas Alliance's auction this time?"
On the top floor of the City Lord's Mansion in Tianshuang City, a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and a face like a jade was talking to an old man with a sword in ragged clothes and a poor appearance.
If Ye Fan were here at this time, he would find that this down-and-out old man is the strange old man he met in the sect who begged him for a drink.
The other person in the room is the city lord of Tianshuang City and the supreme elder of Xuanshuang Sect, Han Yan.
Han Yan actually called the down-and-out old man "senior brother", which shows that this down-and-out old man is actually the supreme elder of Xuanshuang Sect, and his ranking is higher than Han Yan.
"Junior Brother Han, the news was brought to me by Wan Lao Gui personally. Although Wan Lao Gui is extremely stingy, he is not going to deceive me with false information."
The desolate old man opened the lid of the wine gourd hanging on his body, took a comfortable sip of the spirit wine, and then said with a smile.
"If this is the case, our Xuan Shuang Sect must get this piece of red gold!"
Han Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of light shot out of his eyes.
"Well, that's what the Great Elder means. However, the sect's current storage of spiritual stones is limited. I took half of it this time, and I have to ask Junior Brother Han to raise some for the rest."
The downcast old man took out a storage bag from his body and threw it to Han Yan.
"This piece of red-gilt gold is so big? It's weird, why didn't Wan Lao Gui keep it for himself instead of putting this piece of red-gilt gold up for auction?"
Han Yan took the storage bag, glanced at it, and then spoke again with some confusion.
"It is said that this piece of red gold was not a treasure collected by the Four Seas Alliance itself, but was entrusted by the Four Seas Alliance to be auctioned by an old Nascent Soul monster who was nearing the end of his life."
"The Nascent Soul old monster is about to run out of life? Could it be Liu Hengyu, Fellow Daoist? In Cangnan Immortal Cultivation World, it seems that only Liu Hengyu, Fellow Daoist, is about to run out of life."
Han Yan frowned slightly.
"It's probably this old guy."
The desolate old man nodded slightly, then suddenly raised his head and looked outside.
"Junior Brother Han, you will be solely responsible for this matter. Senior Brother, I will leave first if I have something else to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the desolate old man had disappeared.
"Senior Brother Drunken Sword!"
Han Yan stretched out his right hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Senior brother's temper is really..."
"Senior, why are you here?"
Ye Fan looked at the poor old man in front of him with some surprise.
Just now, he was wandering around the streets of Tianshuang City, preparing to wait another hour before going to see the Sihai Alliance's auction.
Unexpectedly, a breeze blew by, and before he could react, he was kidnapped into this secluded alley.
Fortunately, when he came to his senses, he discovered that the person who kidnapped him was the strange old man he had met in Yehuling before.
"Kid, do you still have the spiritual wine you gave me last time?"
The down-and-out old man looked at Ye Fan with a smile, as if he were looking at a table of delicious delicacies.
"Senior, there are still some in Lingjiu disciple's body. However, I have a small request. I wonder if senior can spend a little time to check for a hidden disease on one of my friends' bodies."
At this time, how could Ye Fan not understand that the sect senior in front of him was not an old cultivator who failed in the Foundation Building. On the contrary, this person had already participated in nature, and was at least a Gold Core ancestor, and might even be a Nascent Soul boss.
Naturally, he took advantage of this opportunity and asked the old man to help him solve Chen Mengying's problems.
As for whether the old man would get angry because of this, Ye Fan was not worried at all.
After all, he was still an outer disciple of Xuan Shuang Sect, so no matter how angry the old man was, he wouldn't do anything to him.
"Ask me to help treat people's illnesses? You dare to think so."
The down-and-out old man was a little dissatisfied, with a look of impatience in his eyes.
"Senior, this pot of spiritual wine was obtained by this disciple at a huge price. Senior, please taste it."
Seeing that the old man was a little dissatisfied, Ye Fan quickly took out a pot of 800-year-old "Sanyang Jade Dew" from the system space and dedicated it to the old man diligently.
"Good wine, good wine!"
The down-and-out old man once again drank the 800-year-old "Sanyang Jade Dew", and a bright smile immediately broke out on his face, and he had long forgotten the unhappiness he had just felt.
"Um."
While the old man was tasting the good wine, he also took off the wine gourd and handed it to Ye Fan.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Ye Fan got a Foundation Building puppet from the old man last time and used it very smoothly. Naturally, he wouldn't care about a little bit of spiritual wine that was just zero cost to him.
This time Ye Fan poured 50 pots of "Sanyang Jade Dew" into the wine gourd, all of which were 300 and 500 years old, which consumed almost half of the spiritual wine he had brewed recently.
"That's right, that's right. You're a wise boy. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just call me 'Drunken Sword'."
Seeing that Ye Fan had given him so much spirit wine at once, the downcast old man couldn't help but beam with joy, and looked at Ye Fan with a hint of admiration.
As for where Ye Fan collected so much Spirit Medicine for brewing spirit wine, the old man didn't care at all.
As long as he has wine to drink, what does it have to do with him?
"Boy, at this time tomorrow, you wait here for me. Then I will accompany you to see your friend."
"Thank you, senior!"
Ye Fan got the letter and thanked the old man with a smile.
"Well, I'm going to go."
The old man glanced at Ye Fan thoughtfully, and then disappeared in a flash.
“Senior’s name is ‘Drunken Sword’? But I don’t know what his status is within the sect.”
Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he also left the alley.
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