After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 11

As a prisoner who had just escaped from a dungeon, Ji Chen was currently swaggering through Jiulu City, the primary capital of the Demon Realm.

After injecting the primordial spirit into Guitong and seeing that he had not awakened yet, Ji Chen had thrown on his clothes and slipped away as fast as he could. Following the stone chamber’s corridor upward, he could not quite get his bearings and ended up stumbling back into Jiulu City by pure accident.

He had never been to this place before, not even in his past life. Unfamiliar with the people and the land, he had no choice but to wander aimlessly. After wandering for half a day, Ji Chen grew tired. The wine he had brought out earlier had long since been drained dry.

Stopping in front of a tavern, his heart began to itch again; his addiction was kicking in.

In truth, Jiulu City was not much different from the mortal towns outside. The only difference was that the residents and vendors were all demon cultivators with varying levels of cultivation. Furthermore, not all demon cultivators relied on plundering others’ resources; there were “good” demons who opened shops to do business, earning money to trade for resources.

The moment Ji Chen stepped over the threshold, before he could even locate the counter, he saw a crowd of ferocious-looking demon cultivators snap their heads toward him in unison. They were all tall and sturdy; some had scarred faces, others were covered in tattoos. Between the bald heads and the lip piercings, they looked exactly like a gang of “Big Brothers” from the underworld.

“Oho, now that is a rarity. A sword cultivator from an Immortal Sect has wandered into our Demon Realm.”

“And a little shrimp at that, hahaha!”

“Daring to run into this territory alone? Aren’t you afraid of being torn into confetti?”

“Wait, he does not even have a spiritual root?”

Once the crowd sensed Ji Chen’s lack of a spiritual root, their laughter became even more arrogant. Ji Chen ignored their jeers and walked past them as if they did not exist, finding a vacant seat by the window and sitting down.

No sooner had he sat down than the group swarmed him. Ji Chen saw one man sit directly across from him with five or six others flanking him, and he knew instantly that the one sitting was their leader. Though he was built like a tank, his face was actually decent-looking.

Demon cultivators did not have a unified organization. Unlike the Immortal Realm, they lacked a sect system or uniform robes. Most were rogue cultivators who answered only to the Demon Venerable. These rogues formed countless small cliques, much like organized crime, where beneath the top boss, everyone huddled in groups, with the strongest among them acting as the “Big Brother.”

The leader puffed out his massive chest muscles in front of Ji Chen and spoke provocatively, “Little sword cultivator, are you even an adult? Do you even know how to drink? How dare you run off to a place like this?”

Ji Chen glanced at him, thinking, What, even in a Xianxia world, you are pulling this “minors cannot drink” routine?

“How about we have a drink-off?” Ji Chen replied, unfazed by the provocation.

The surrounding crowd burst into wild laughter again. One lackey even clutched his stomach from laughing so hard. “Brother Kui, he actually dares to challenge your tolerance? Hahaha, talk about arrogant!”

“Overestimating yourself!” Kui Mu spat. “We can drink, but it is only interesting if we bet on something, right?”

“What is the wager?”

“If you win, you can pick any one item from me or my men to take away.”

“But if you lose,” Kui Mu suddenly flashed a sinister, lecherous grin, “you will have to let us all have some fun with you. How about it?”

Ji Chen knew that with his current physique, he could not escape the fate of being coveted by men. He was, after all, a youth; even if his face was not “heavenly,” his body was supple, fair, and clean. To them, he probably was not much different from a woman.

Ji Chen did not agree immediately. Instead, he asked, “You have already sensed that I have no spiritual root. If you wanted my body, you could just take it by force. Why go through the extra step?”

“That is different. Forced is not nearly as comfortable as willing. If you lose, you have to accept the gamble and serve us brothers well. Only then will it be right.”

Who knew? This “Big Brother,” who looked like he had never had a sex life, actually knew how to enjoy himself.

“Fine,” Ji Chen agreed readily. “Bring the wine. I cannot wait any longer.”

Kui Mu began calling for the waiter to bring the jars. Just as he finished, Ji Chen interrupted him, “Wait.”

Kui Mu thought he was regretting his decision.

But Ji Chen said, “Who’s footing the bill for this round? We are not splitting it, are we?”

“What?” Kui Mu clearly did not understand the term “AA.”

“I mean, well, I do not have any money.”

Actually, he had a little bit left, but Ji Chen was not willing to spend it; that was his hard-earned “wife fund.”

Kui Mu was stunned for a moment. “You came in here to drink without money? You are trying to pull a fast one?”

Ji Chen replied with total confidence, “Mainly, if we were not competing, I would not spend much on a single jar. But if we are going all out, I definitely do not have enough.”

Kui Mu was speechless.

In the end, Kui Mu could only sigh helplessly and tell the waiter, “Put the wine on my tab.”

“You got it, Brother Kui!”

Two hours later.

Looking at the men collapsed all around the floor, dead drunk, Ji Chen remained sitting in his original spot, unmoving. He leisurely raised his wine bowl and finished the last sip. On the table, empty wine jars lay scattered in every direction alongside a massive stack of empty bowls.

Kui Mu was the last of the group to go down. Before collapsing, he beat his chest and let out a long, sorrowful sigh, “I admit defeat. I truly admit defeat.”

They had run into a literal God of Wine.

In truth, Ji Chen’s “thousand-cup-no-drunk” constitution was not something he was born with. Before transmigrating, he was a “model youth” who never touched a drop of alcohol. But being a Sword Ancestor meant he could not seek women, had to raise disciples, and even had to harden his heart to discipline them. He was miserable, so he drowned his sorrows in wine every day. The more he drank, the higher his tolerance grew, until it became an addiction.

Strangely enough, after his rebirth, this youth had inherited his past life’s constitution. It seemed that sometimes, one’s physical traits followed the primordial spirit. In other words, whether you got drunk or not was not decided by your body, but by your brain.

Ji Chen set down his bowl, walked over to Kui Mu, and knelt down to start rummaging through his clothes for anything valuable. He searched for a long time but could not find any impressive items. Perhaps the truly valuable belongings were not carried on his person.

“Never mind.”

Just as Ji Chen was about to give up, a dark brown pouch fell from Kui Mu’s body, landing right at Ji Chen’s feet. He picked it up and saw it was a storage bag. He hefted it a few times; it was quite heavy. It seemed there was a lot packed inside.

He had hit the jackpot!

Ji Chen tucked the item into his robes. Since he had won it in a bet, it was his by right. Having secured his spoils, it was time to vanish into the night.

However, just as Ji Chen walked to the door with high spirits, he realized a tall figure was blocking his path. The man had his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, staring straight at Ji Chen as he approached. His gaze was cold and dark, his expression ominous.

Ji Chen recognized him: Guitong.

He swallowed hard. His footsteps were no longer light. Even the smile on his face gradually froze.

Ji Chen quickly glanced at the other patrons still drinking in the tavern and realized they had no reaction to Guitong’s appearance.

They do not recognize him? That cannot be right.

Guitong knew what Ji Chen was thinking, so he explained, “I have set up a barrier. Only you can see me.”

He had actually used the word “I” instead of “This Deity”?

Ji Chen’s heart lingered with fear, unsure of what to say. “You saw everything just now?”

“Saw what?”

“Me sitting there, drinking with those people.”

Guitong lowered his arms and paused, his gaze becoming deep and inscrutable. “I only just arrived.”

Ji Chen let out a massive sigh of relief inwardly.

Good, good.

If Guitong had seen how much he could drink, his cover would have definitely been blown. There were many people in the world who loved to drink, but when it came to someone who could drink like that, he was likely the only one.

But even though that worry had passed, he still could not escape Guitong’s interrogation.

“Why did you run? Was the wine the jailer gave you not enough?”

“Or, do you simply have no intention of finding that person for me?”

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