Chapter 149: I Have No Story, Do You Have Liquor?

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: I Have No Story, Do You Have Liquor?

Seeing the faintly glowing white bracelet in Su Han’s hand—clearly an extraordinary item—Yang Liu instinctively covered her mouth.

"Th-There was actually something hidden under this tree."

Su Han glanced at her and dangled the bracelet. "The answer is obvious."

There was indeed something hidden under the tree—a bracelet.

The feedback from the Eye of Truth told Su Han that the quality of this bracelet had reached five stars.

At the same time, the bracelet was engraved with various complex, exquisite patterns. Arrays and Spirit Patterns were hidden within these intricate designs, integrating both offense and defense into the jewelry. Whether it was the powerful attacks it could release in an instant or its automatic defensive capabilities to ward off harm, both had reached a level comparable to the Perfection of the Creation Realm.

With this bracelet alone, even if worn by an ordinary person, it would allow them to easily kill a Celestial Being. It wasn’t even impossible to kill a Creation Realm expert if they were caught off guard.

So, the question was...

Why was the Artifact Refining Technique used on this bracelet so similar to his own habits?

Not just the Artifact Refining Technique, but even the Arrays and Inscriptions on it closely resembled his style.

If his own Array skills hadn’t reached nine stars and his Spirit Pattern skills six stars, while the Arrays and Inscriptions on this piece were only five stars, he would have suspected that he had refined this bracelet himself.

Bringing the bracelet closer to his eyes for a careful inspection, Su Han noticed a character engraved on one of the pendants—Rong!

"Is this... Gongyang Ancestor Master’s bracelet?"

While Su Han examined the jewelry, Yang Liu had been watching from the side. She naturally didn’t miss the engraved "Rong" either.

Su Han nodded.

Barring any surprises, it should have been left behind by Elder Gongyang.

But why would this bracelet be buried beneath this Skill Tree? Was it lost accidentally, or deliberately buried here? If it was deliberate, why did she do it? How did she know someone would dig up this tree and find the bracelet beneath it?

The more he discovered, the more bewildered Su Han felt. There were far too many questions he simply couldn’t figure out.

It was as if... an invisible, giant hand had purposefully tied him and Elder Gongyang together, forging an inevitable connection between them. But the main issue was... he hadn’t even been born when she died. In theory, there shouldn’t be any connection between them at all.

Could it be that over ten thousand years ago, there truly was a man named Guo Jing in this world, and he had a deep entanglement with Elder Gongyang? And because he had faked using that name, he had taken on part of that man’s karma?

"You really are here."

Just as Su Han was gripping the bracelet and frowning inwardly, a furious voice rang out.

Turning his head, Su Han saw Qiye Demon Monarch striding over from a distance. As he drew closer, his eyes burned with suppressed anger.

"You bastard, what are you doing here?"

Right after asking, before Su Han could answer, Qiye Demon Monarch caught sight of the bracelet in Su Han’s hand. His pupils contracted. With a flash of his figure, Qiye Demon Monarch appeared right beside him.

Staring at the bracelet in Su Han’s hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed across Qiye Demon Monarch’s eyes.

"This... is my junior sister Rong’s bracelet. After she returned from her tempering in the mortal realm, she wore it constantly and never took it off.

"Where... where did you find this, you old geezer?"

Su Han curled his lips and pointed at the pile of ashes left by the large tree he had reduced to cinders. "Under the tree."

Under the tree?

Following Su Han’s finger, Qiye Demon Monarch saw the ashes left behind by the massive fire. Glancing back at Su Han, he didn’t need anyone to tell him that this guy had burned another one of his sect’s trees. However... this was indeed very much in line with his recent style!

The question was, why would his little junior sister’s bracelet be under the tree? He remembered that his little junior sister had planted this tree with her own hands back in the day. She had planted two trees by the roadside outside the pavilion. The one on the left was a banyan tree, and the one on the right... was also a banyan tree.

Over ten thousand years had passed. The banyan tree on the right had long since decayed into yellow earth, while the one on the left... had just been burned to a crisp by this bastard.

Uh... that wasn’t the point. The point was that his junior sister had never taken this bracelet off her wrist; it was impossible for her to have accidentally dropped it here. Therefore, the only truth was that she had personally buried it beneath this tree.

But why would she bury the bracelet she never parted with under the tree? If she never took it off, yet buried it here before leaving, did it mean that prior to her departure, she knew she would... definitely never return?

Under those circumstances, she had still left so resolutely, without looking back. Then... did burying the bracelet under the tree prove that before she left, his junior sister already knew that one day in the future, this old bastard would come to the Celestial Demon Sect, visit the cave dwelling where she once lived, and discover the bracelet she had left behind?

And this bastard... didn’t seem to have failed her trust either. He truly had come to the Celestial Demon Sect, truly had visited her old cave dwelling, and truly... discovered the bracelet she had buried under the tree—a bracelet that Qiye himself hadn’t found in over ten thousand years.

As he pondered this, a bitter smile crept onto Qiye Demon Monarch’s face, soon followed by a gleam of relief in his eyes. He let out a long sigh, turned his head to look at Su Han, and said helplessly, "You win."

Su Han thought, ".....???"

He wondered, "What do you mean I win? What did I win against you? Why can’t I ever understand what you guys are talking about?"

Seeing Qiye Demon Monarch’s "you know it" expression, Su Han’s face morphed into a look of sheer bewilderment.

Ignoring the ignorance on Su Han’s face, Qiye Demon Monarch gave him a profound look. "Could you... tell this old man the story between you and my little junior sister?"

Su Han fell speechless. He thought, "You probably won’t believe me if I say it, but I don’t even know what kind of story I have with your junior sister."

"I don’t have a story. Do you have alcohol?"

Qiye Demon Monarch glanced at him and shook his head helplessly.

...

"Old man, I didn’t expect you to be hoarding such good stuff. You should have brought it out sooner."

On Zuowang Peak, outside the cave dwelling where Qiye Demon Monarch underwent life-or-death seclusion, only Su Han and Qiye Demon Monarch sat facing each other.

Holding a wine jar in one hand, Su Han poured a gulp of intensely aromatic liquor into his mouth and looked at Qiye Demon Monarch with bleary, intoxicated eyes. The expression on his face carried the same disdain as someone discovering that the kid next door, who always snatched his Teletubbies toy to play with, was secretly hoarding a limited-edition Transformer.

Qiye Demon Monarch grabbed the wine jar beside him, raised his hand, tilted his head back, and chugged half the jar in one breath. He wiped the liquor stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and glanced at Su Han, mumbling something with a thick tongue.

Su Han had to lean in a bit closer before he could hear clearly what the man was blabbering about.

"This is an eighteen-thousand-year-old Nü’er Hong. Back when my junior sister was just born, our master personally buried it here on Zuowang Peak."

Su Han took another gulp of wine, his eyes hazy with drunkenness. "What Nü’er Hong? You should be calling this Huadiao."

"Huadiao." Qiye Demon Monarch’s movement of raising the wine jar paused slightly. "Yes, Huadiao."

"Hahaha! Huadiao!"

Raising the wine jar high, Qiye Demon Monarch downed the remaining half in a single gulp.

"Old man, that’s the spirit." Giving Qiye Demon Monarch a thumbs up, Su Han praised him. He tilted his head back and similarly drained the remaining liquor in his own jar.

SMASH!

SMASH!

The two wine jars hit the ground at the same time, shattering into ceramic petals across the floor.

THUD!

THUD!

The two drunks collapsed by the edge of the cliff one after the other. Before long, the steady sound of breathing echoed out.

Nightfall quietly descended.

At the summit of Zuowang Peak, all was silent. No one noticed that on Su Han’s wrist, a seven-colored light gradually began to glow.