Chapter 46

"Whoosh!"

Almost instantly, Jiang Han had the Jade Dew in his hands, his eyes wide open, staring at it intently.

"Hey! Brat, what are you doing?! Put my Jade Dew back!" The way Jiang Han looked at the wine flask was like how a perverted uncle looks at a young girl, full of possessiveness, which made Old Yun immediately lose his composure.

"Old Yun, I’ll trade you two bottles of Maotai… No! Five bottles of Maotai for it, how about that?" Jiang Han held it tightly in his arms, seriously spreading his fingers.

"How about that? Not a chance!" Old Yun rolled his eyes, looking at Jiang Han with disdain, "Jade Dew is a spirit wine that comes once in a thousand years. Your… what’s it called? Maotai? Your Maotai is just delicious, how can it compare to my Jade Dew? Stop talking nonsense and give it back to me!"

Jiang Han was almost choked to death. He held the Jade Dew tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go. After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a sly smile, "Old Yun, I have better wine to trade with you, how about that?"

"No way!" Old Yun shook his head without hesitation.

"What about Immortal Brew?"

"Immortal Brew doesn’t… " Old Yun was about to shake his head but suddenly stopped, swallowing his words. In an instant, he stood right in front of Jiang Han, his eyes shining with a piercing light that was hard to look at.

"Boy, what did you say? Immortal Brew?!" Old Yun’s voice seemed urgent, almost pressing his face against Jiang Han’s, "Are you sure it’s really Immortal Brew?"

Jiang Han was startled and took a small step back. He didn’t expect that the term "Immortal Brew" would elicit such a strong reaction from Old Yun. Could there be more to it?

"Yes… it’s Immortal Brew… What’s the matter?" Jiang Han asked cautiously.

"Immortal Brew… Immortal Brew, how do you know about… " Old Yun muttered to himself, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Han’s clothes, "Did your master tell you?"

"Uh, yes. What’s the big deal with this Immortal Brew?" Jiang Han laughed dryly and gently pushed Old Yun’s hand, "Old Yun, can you let me go first?"

Old Yun took a deep breath, slowly released his hand, and then took another deep breath, his gaze complex.

"Do you know the meaning of ‘Immortal’?"

Jiang Han was taken aback and shook his head. He knew, but he couldn’t say it.

Old Yun sighed and began to tell the story, his voice calm but tinged with a faint sigh.

He was not calm inside. In fact, in this world, "Immortal" had a special meaning, a legend.

The legend of Immortals was so distant that it seemed unreachable. This legend came from ancient times, an era of true brilliance, where powerful figures emerged one after another. However, in that era, one day, a group of uninvited guests arrived.

These uninvited guests were all powerful and arrogant, quickly leading to a conflict with the original inhabitants of the Heavenly Martial Continent. A shocking battle ensued, with the continent’s powerful figures continuously falling. In contrast, the uninvited guests only suffered a few dozen casualties.

In the end, all the continent’s powerful figures joined the battle, including those who could shake the heavens and earth with a single move. Even so, it ended in a mutual defeat. The uninvited guests were almost all gone, fleeing in disgrace, while the continent’s powerful figures were reduced by about eighty percent. From then on, many traditions were cut off, and the Heavenly Martial Continent never recovered.

The uninvited guests disappeared, presumably leaving.

They called themselves "Immortals"!

Many people were skeptical of this legend because the so-called "Immortals" numbered only a thousand, yet they could fight against tens of thousands of peak figures on the continent and kill eighty percent of them! This seemed abnormal, or even impossible!

However, Old Yun knew the legend was true because his holy-grade sect inherited from the ancient survivors and had some knowledge of the secrets.

That’s why Old Yun was so excited when he heard the word "Immortal."

"What is your master’s identity? Could he be a descendant of the Immortals?" Old Yun frowned and asked.

Jiang Han was stunned by what Old Yun had said. He didn’t expect the Immortals to be so powerful. But according to the system’s calculations, the other three worlds on par with the Immortals were no weaker than the cultivation world!

So, were the Immortals too strong, or were the people of the Heavenly Martial Continent… too weak?

"I don’t know." Jiang Han shook his head quickly, feeling very uneasy. If he were considered an enemy by Old Yun because of this, he would be in big trouble, "But I don’t think so. Otherwise, my master wouldn’t have told me about the Immortal Brew so easily!"

"You have a point." Old Yun took a deep breath and smiled, "You don’t need to worry. Even if your master is a descendant of the Immortals, it has nothing to do with you."

"Right." Jiang Han nodded vigorously, "I believe my master is not a descendant of the Immortals!"

His face was full of determination, showing his respect for his master, but in his heart, he was silently complaining, "My master is definitely not a descendant of the Immortals, I don’t even have a master!"

"Alright, follow me back to the sect." Old Yun had no more interest in drinking. With a wave of his sleeve, Jiang Han felt a blur and found himself standing in the void. The scenery passing by quickly indicated they were flying at an extremely high speed.

"When will I have such strength?" Jiang Han sighed, but secretly put the Jade Dew into his backpack.

"Brat, don’t think I didn’t see that. I’ll give you the Jade Dew, but in exchange, bring me a few bottles of Immortal Brew." Old Yun looked ahead and chuckled.

What the hell is this called giving?! Jiang Han cursed in his heart but smiled and said, "The Immortal Brew is currently hidden in a place no one knows. I’ll go get it when my cultivation is higher."

"Where is it? I’ll take you there!" Old Yun looked at him with a smile.

"Cough, no, that’s not possible. It’s a trial my master left for me, which I must complete personally. Any external help would destroy it." Jiang Han coughed and said seriously.

"Oh?" Old Yun smiled, "Then bring me a few bottles of thousand-year-old Maotai. Don’t tell me you don’t have any."

Jiang Han laughed and took out a few bottles of Maotai, handing them to Old Yun, "This… I still have some."

"Alright, I’ll let you off for now." Old Yun waved his hand and took all the wine, then turned to look at Jiang Han, "Since you’ve joined our sect, I’ll introduce you to it."

"Our sect is called Supreme Heaven! It has a deep heritage, passed down from ancient powerful figures, and only a few holy-grade sects can match it!"

"Supreme Heaven? Great name, I like it!" Jiang Han nodded in satisfaction.

"… Our sect has a rule since its founding…"

"What rule?" Jiang Han asked hurriedly.

"Stop interrupting!" Old Yun glared and shouted, making Jiang Han shrink and nod rapidly.

"Since our sect’s founding, we have a rule: no more than a hundred disciples! Actually, my main task this time was to find talented disciples for the sect. I just happened to meet you…"

"Haha, looks like I’m really a genius!" Jiang Han laughed.

"Although, your talent is a bit lacking, your age is a bit high, and your character isn’t that great…" Old Yun ignored Jiang Han’s words and continued.

"Hey, hey, hey… Am I really that bad?! Old Yun, look at me, I’m handsome and charming…" Jiang Han argued.

"… And your face is quite thick, but it’s fine. Who cares, since I find you quite likable! Hahaha!" Old Yun laughed, "But your talent is really not that great. You’re probably the worst among the new disciples."

Jiang Han: "… Don’t be so discouraging, okay?"

"But don’t lose heart. If you pass my test and become my disciple, it will be much easier."

"I still have some resources, including a few that can improve talent!" Old Yun smiled, "Of course, the prerequisite is that you must pass the test."

Jiang Han took a deep breath and said firmly, "Master, rest assured, I will definitely pass your test!"

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