Chapter 1942: Farewell to the Ragged Old Man

you Even if you're amazing, you still have to get out."Chang Hao roared at the air, as if that could make him feel a little better.At this moment, his phone in his pocket rang. It was the principal, Z...Ye Bufan was being rushed along at an astonishing speed.

Out of respect, he did not use his divine sense to scan the person's appearance, yet he could clearly see the large wine gourd strapped to the person's back, and at the same time, he could smell a strong scent of alcohol.

From this point, he immediately recognized the visitor's identity. It was the slovenly old man he had met at the inn before. He never expected that this crucial moment, it would be him who saved him.

The unkempt old man did not take him away, but instead returned to Tianfeng City.

After entering the city, they ran all the way and finally reached the foot of a mountain at the southwest corner.

The hill wasn't very large and didn't look very steep either. It was surrounded by desolation with no houses in sight.

On the mountaintop, there is a faint outline of a building, which looks imposing, but due to years of neglect, it has fallen into disrepair.

The slovenly old man kept his pace steady, leading him directly up the mountain. Finally, they arrived at a grand hall.

After this period of recuperation, Ye Bufan's injuries inside his body were recovering quickly. Although he still couldn't fight, at least he wasn't as painful as before, and he had the average person's ability to act.

He took a look at the hall. Although it was somewhat dilapidated, one could still see its grandeur from its former days.

It's just a complete mess now, with broken wine bottles everywhere and the air thick with the smell of alcohol.

The slovenly old man kicked several wine jars aside and then gently placed himself down.

"Little one, how are you Are you alright"

"Not bad, thank you for saving me!"

Ye Bufan was still grateful to the slovenly old man, even though he could have hid in Dragon King's Hall and saved his life without the other party's help.

But the consequences would be entirely different then. Afterward, in the Kunlun fairyland, you would inevitably become a fugitive, living on the run and constantly fearing for your life.

"Thanks are unnecessary, after all, we were destined to meet."

The slovenly old man grinned at him, "Little fella, your body-refining technique is really formidable. You took such a beating and are still alright."

Since we have survived this great tribulation, there must be good fortune to come. It's a very happy occasion, wouldn't you say We should celebrate with some good wine!

He spoke to the end, unable to help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva. His turbid eyes held an unspeakable longing.

"Senior, you want to drink, don't you!"

Ye Bufan said, throwing a bottle of Moutai liquor.

He wasn't a stingy person to begin with, and besides, this old man had just saved him. A few bottles of wine were nothing in comparison.

A bottle of wine was nothing to him, but the slovenly old man was overjoyed, clutching it with a delighted grin.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a deep sniff with his nose, a look of ecstasy on his face. Then he drank the whole bottle in one gulp.

"What a good wine! It's really good, so fragrant! It's different from the last time, it's soft and mellow, leaving a long aftertaste..."

The disheveled old man was clearly a connoisseur of alcohol, smacking his lips and offering his opinion.

Ye Bufan sat beside him without speaking. To him, alcohol was just a taste—spicy. Erguotou, Moutai, Wuliangye—they were all the same to him; he couldn't tell the difference between their vintages.

The slovenly old man finished his inspection and looked back at him: "Young fellow, you're quite capable. You actually got hold of Lao Lu's Heavenly Fire and even killed that old geezer Shi Wan Ce."

When he finished speaking, Ye Bufan was taken aback. He hadn't expected this old man to have seen everything.

However, he calmed down afterward, and it was clear that the disheveled old man didn't mean any harm.

If that were the case, I would have taken care of it myself a long time ago. There would be no need for anyone to come and save me, let alone bring me here.

"Have all the seniors seen it"

Of course, I was always right behind him, so I saw everything clearly.

"I was actually thinking about how to save you, but I didn't expect you to take care of that old geezer Shi Wan Ce yourself. You really surprised me."

"Senior, have you been following me"

Ye Bufan was indeed somewhat surprised. He didn't think that the slovenly old man had been following him just for a few bottles of wine.

"Let's talk about this later."

The slovenly old man said, "Little fellow, I saw everything that happened. Now you've been driven out of Cangfeng Academy by that old geezer Feng Xingkong. What are your plans for the future"

When it came to this matter, Ye Bufan's expression fell into a moment of melancholy.

He had worked hard for so long, hoping to enter the Newcomer Ranking Tournament through Skywind Academy and win the prize, Red Yuanguo, to restore his cultivation.

Things have taken a sudden turn, disrupting his plans entirely. A wave of frustration washed over him.

What should I do in the future How can I get the Red Yuan Fruit How can I recover my cultivation How can I return to my home

The slovenly old man, his face covered in a thick beard, broke into a cunning smile and then asked, "Little guy, aren't you thinking about the newcomer ranking match"

"Yes, how did you know, senior"

Ye Bufan was somewhat taken aback, not knowing how this old man knew so much about his affairs.

"Of course I know," the slovenly old man chuckled. "Kid, this old man can solve your problem, on one condition: ten bottles of good wine."

"Really"

Ye Bufan was overjoyed. A place in the ranking tournament was his biggest concern, and if he could secure it, he wouldn't hesitate to offer ten bottles of good wine, even a hundred or a thousand!

With a thought, ten bottles of Moutai and ten bottles of "Wine Devil" appeared before the slovenly old man.

"My, my, little fellow. You have quite the selection of fine drinks. And what is this one"

A slovenly old man reached out and grasped a bottle of hooch in his palm, feeling around its contours with his fingers. The intoxicated yet lecherous expression on his face was as if he were touching a woman's skin.

He then unscrewed the lid and habitually sniffed it with his nose.

The liquor, known for its strong fragrance, rivaled Moutai in aroma. The air in the hall was immediately filled with a rich, intoxicating scent.

"What a good wine, such good wine!"

The slovenly old man drank the entire bottle of wine in one gulp, then broke into a face of blissful intoxication.

Ye Bufan waited for him to finish his drink and eagerly asked, "Senior, don't just drink! Please tell me how to solve my problem."

The slovenly old man took another bottle of Moutai liquor and drank it down in one gulp, only then letting out a satisfied burp.

He wiped his mouth and said, "This problem is so simple. In the Tianfeng Empire, the quota to participate in the newcomer ranking competition isn't just held by his Cang Feng Academy. We could just hold another one."

Ye Bufan immediately got a headache. What he said was essentially meaningless.

"Senior, could you please elaborate"

The slovenly old man said, “Don’t you know Even students from Cangfeng Academy can’t directly participate in the Newcomer Ranking Tournament. They have to compete with the royal family of Tianfeng Empire and Lingxiao Academy for the last spot.”

Only then did Ye Bufan remember that Luo Yudie had mentioned it before, indeed the final contest was still to be held.

The only reason for this misconception is that Cangfeng Academy's strength is so overwhelming, they practically monopolize the final spots. People mistakenly believe that Cangfeng Academy will ultimately represent the Tianfeng Empire in the Newcomer Ranking Tournament because of this.

Now he understood what the unkempt old man meant, and excitedly asked: "Senior, do you know the imperial family of Tianfeng Empire Can you let me represent them in the competition"

"The imperial family of the Tianfeng Empire, of course I know them."

Before Ye Bufan could feel happy, the disheveled old man chuckled and said, "I know them, but they don't know me!"

Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate!our turn this time."Ye Bufan hit another ball and then handed the club back, retreating to the side.Su Ru Yue took the golf club again to the hitting position, assuming a stance close to standard.Afte...