The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

Feng Jizi asked.

"Since it's already discounted, buying the most expensive one would definitely be the smartest choice."

Liu Zheng replied frankly.

"Haha, that's true. But the Eight Hot Hells aren't easy to endure. Especially since the many ghosts suffer the pains of the Fire Hell, if they have a chance to punish others now, they'll surely do so with added zeal. If you truly manage to endure for five hundred days, it shows you're already close to attaining the Arhat Fruit Position."

Feng Jizi said.

"By that logic, isn't this liquor worth an entire billion?"

"Not exactly. Sometimes being just a hair away can be like an insurmountable gap. If you can't get past the key realization, you'll never break through the divide between the mortal and immortal realms. Also, the greatest function of the Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor is its ability to open back doors."

Feng Jizi shook his head.

"Open back doors?"

"That's right. Ordinarily, achieving the Arhat Fruit Position requires either making grand vows, or systematic cultivation, or receiving a consecration from a teacher. Any of these would subject you to the constraints of the Buddhist Sect. But with the Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor, you can achieve it almost free from the sect's restrictions."

Feng Jizi explained.

"That does have some merit."

He pondered.

This item seems most suitable not for those high monks just a step away from breaking through, but for those Flower Monks who live within the Buddhist Sect yet have their hearts set on the secular world.

Considering it this way, it does have some value in purchasing.

Not to mention, the next time those bald-headed monks come looking for trouble with the Sea Girl, perhaps this could be used for negotiation to resolve the issue once and for all.

But he really didn't have a million on him, even if he had enough, he'd still need to reserve money for buying other things.

"If I'd known about this, I should have borrowed some money from the Fisherman before coming."

Liu Zheng was a bit regretful.

"Sir, do you have a sewer here?"

He asked, thinking quickly.

"There is, but the sewer under the wine workshop is isolated from other sewers, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out."

Feng Jizi said.

"No problem, I have a way."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

Even if the Du Kang Wine Workshop is large, it's no larger than a sewer; he's the second representative of sewers, breaking isolation is a breeze.

"Even if you have a way, the wine workshop won't let you down there. But if it's convenient, you can tell me your method. If it can patch up the loophole, the workshop might give you a reward."

Feng Jizi suggested.

"It's nothing, it's just that I have a good relationship with the sewer."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"You have such a connection? But from your words and actions, it seems you haven't been in the Metropolis for long?"

Feng Jizi was once again surprised.

"There's no choice; it's all just coincidence. I'm not boasting, but from City Hall, sewer, cemetery, restaurant, black market, Bathhouse Street, I can say I'm acquainted all over the Metropolis."

He said boastingly, yet there was little pride on his face.

After all, each connection also represents a pile of risks and troubles.

"Not bad, not bad, as citizens of China, we should have such magnanimity to accommodate others and means of communication."

Feng Jizi praised.

"Your grace, sir, makes me look up to you with deep admiration."

It's reciprocal praise between people, Liu Zheng responded with flattery.

"The phrase 'look up to the high mountains' originally meant the groom looked at the distant mountains and walked along the avenue happily to meet his bride."

But Sima Qian quoted this in "Records of the Grand Historian – The Family of Confucius", turning its meaning to describe someone as having high moral character like a mountain, admirable, with speech and conduct as bright as a road, guiding others.

Sima Qian was from the Western Han, while Feng Jizi was from the Eastern Han visiting the Metropolis, so he should know the latter meaning.

"You flatter me. Kong Qiu was merely a mortal, yet his knowledge and character far surpass mine. How could I compare to him?"

Indeed, Feng Jizi's mouth was modest, but he was beaming.

"I believe you are entirely comparable. Compared to Confucius, at least you have three wins."

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"Oh? What are the three wins?"

Feng Jizi saw his seriousness and became interested.

"You are of exalted descent from the Emperor (Suirenshi ranks first among the Three Sovereigns, hence referred to as Emperor), whereas Kong Qiu is your descendant. That's win number one for you."

Liu Zheng raised one tentacle.

"Mm."

Feng Jizi nodded slightly.

"You still retain some memories upon arriving at the Metropolis, showcasing your profound cultivation, whereas Kong Qiu remained a mere mortal; that's win number two."

He raised another tentacle.

"Mm-hmm."

Feng Jizi nodded more vigorously.

"You have two wins, while Kong Qiu doesn't have even one; that's win number three."

Liu Zheng couldn't hold it and chuckled.

"Haha, you rascal, truly cheeky."

Feng Jizi couldn't help but laugh along.

"Ah, since arriving in the Metropolis, it's rare for me to laugh like this."

After laughing, Feng Jizi sighed.

"What brought you to the Metropolis, sir?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That portion of memory has been completely erased. I suppose it was merely coercion. Ah, since I'm here, I might as well adapt; the Metropolis is a place where various worlds converge, and cultivating here brings many benefits."

Feng Jizi shook his head, clearly unwilling to delve further into the topic.

"By the way, I haven't asked you why you suddenly want to go to the sewer?"

He changed the topic.

"Oh, I want to buy the Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor, but I don't have enough money on me, so I want to borrow money down there."

Liu Zheng explained bluntly.

"I see. How much are you short? If it's not much, I could lend you a hand."

Feng Jizi generously offered.

"I'm short by a million."

"...Are you trying to get something for nothing?"

Feng Jizi was speechless.

If not for him being a fellow, he would've thrown Liu Zheng out with a sleeve.

"Actually, I have a few hundred thousand, but I need that for other wines. Plus, this Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor is for others; perhaps it could be reimbursed."

Liu Zheng explained.

"If so, as long as you can provide collateral, I can lend you the million."

After contemplating, Feng Jizi proposed.

"Thank you so much, sir. Will what I just gave you suffice?"

Those Perfect items seized earlier hadn't been returned yet.

"It should be enough. Are you sure you want to buy this?"

Feng Jizi confirmed.

"I'm sure."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Alright. Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor, original price one billion, after discount one million, thank you for your business."

Feng Jizi took out a card and swiped it on the album.

"Beep!"

A flash of white light, and the Eight Hot Hells yellow liquor appeared in front of them.

Liu Zheng picked up the liquor cup, and the item description immediately popped up.

"Name: Eight Hot Hells Yellow Liquor (one-time use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Epic"

"Effect: Endure the Eight Hot Hells, suffer thousands of ghost punishments, break free from the constraints of precepts, attain the Arhat Fruit Position."

"Note: One who never cultivated good karma, only loved killing and committing arson. Suddenly opened a golden rope, tearing off the jade lock here. Behold! In the Eight Hot Hells, achieving true fruit, today I realize I am truly myself."

"Can be taken out of instance: No"

"An epic item!"

Liu Zheng gasped.

This is the highest-ranked item he has gotten since entering the Metropolis, worthy of being a Divine Grade.

Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't pass the trials of the Eight Hot Hells, immediately becoming an Arhat now was out of the question.

But even if Liu Zheng himself couldn't use it, an epic-quality item could still leverage many resources.

"Sir, how should I repay you?"

After calming his mood, Liu Zheng asked.

"When the time comes, knock on the door again, I'll naturally come out and meet you."

Feng Jizi replied.

"Alright."

He nodded, continuing to look at other kinds of liquor.

Soon, he found another suitable one.

"Name: Three-Life Yellow Liquor"

"Grade: Superior"

"Description: The drinker will be heavily intoxicated for seven times seven, forty-nine days, and in dreams recall experiences of this life, past life, and the life before last. Upon waking, restore the soul's wounds. Exclusively for spiritual bodies, effect greatly reduced for the living, with a risk of soul detachment."

"Price: One hundred thousand"

"Wow, the price gap between the Divine Grade and Superior is huge!"

Liu Zheng exclaimed.