Chapter 1518: The Tavern

Chapter 1518: Chapter 1518: The Tavern

Noticing Yang Yan’s attitude, the woman looked at him with some surprise, slightly knitting her delicate eyebrows, and asked curiously, "Weren’t you the one who hated immortals the most in the past?"

After she finished speaking, seeing that Yang Yan had no reaction, as if suddenly remembering something, she couldn’t help but let out a silent laugh.

"You’ve probably forgotten all about the past! Well, never mind..."

"Really?" Yang Yan, hearing her words, was also a bit surprised.

The woman glanced at the puzzled face of Yang Yan, couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, nodded, and said, "Of course, you used to be..."

However, before she could finish her words, a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, accurately striking the woman.

"Hey! Are you okay?" At the moment, white mist rose all around Yang Yan, making it impossible for him to see clearly what was happening inside, so he hurriedly asked.

He never expected lightning to strike her.

But compared to the woman’s strength, Yang Yan wasn’t worried at all.

Because even if it were him, he seemed able to withstand such Celestial Thunder.

However, he was already speculating in his heart that this might just be a warning.

But is his own secret really that sensitive?

Even the Heavenly Dao is involved...

And in such an environment.

One must know that he had clearly stepped into the Saint Realm, but had not experienced a Thunder Tribulation.

Now instead it brewed a Thunder Tribulation to warn this woman.

Sure enough, after a moment, the woman’s figure appeared through the smoke.

But what surprised Yang Yan even more was that she now seemed somewhat unreal...

How is that possible?!

The force of that Celestial Thunder wasn’t strong at all?

However, the woman’s expression was very calm.

She smiled slightly at Yang Yan and said, "I’m fine, it’s a normal phenomenon. After all, the heavenly secrets must not be revealed! The Thunder seems weak, but the force it contains is just enough to injure me."

Hearing her words, Yang Yan nodded lightly, but was even more curious about the secrets of his own body.

"However, I may not be able to accompany you any longer." The woman looked at Yang Yan with some reluctance, her eyes full of unwillingness.

Yang Yan was taken aback, for a moment feeling as if his heart was melted by the gaze of the seemingly unfamiliar woman.

He listened to her continue, "The surface power of this Thunder was nothing, but it still damaged my foundation, and I need to fall into slumber again."

"Didn’t you say you were fine?" Hearing her words, Yang Yan couldn’t help but feel a pain in his heart, "Now you tell me your foundation is harmed?"

The woman’s figure began to become somewhat blurry, then slowly disappeared.

Her eyes were filled with love, she looked at Yang Yan and gently said, "Fool, I’m really fine, just need a nap."

The woman’s form became increasingly blurry, but her lips maintained a smile.

As if even if she disappeared, she would show her best self to the man she loved deeply in front of her.

"Hope that the next time we meet, you can remember me."

The woman’s figure was now transparent, and her voice seemed to come from the end of the Void.

Watching the woman slowly disappear, Yang Yan suddenly felt something flowing down his face.

When he raised his hand, he was shocked to find that, without knowing when, tears had filled his face.

It was a kind of sadness from the soul, completely uncontrollable.

"Name, your name! Can you tell me your name?" Yang Yan asked frantically.

In the end, the woman uttered three words:

"Shen Biqing!"

Yang Yan looked at the now empty scene in front of him, repeatedly uttering the woman’s name, "Shen Biqing... Shen Biqing..."

Afterward, his eyes filled with determination, and he murmured to himself, "The next time we meet, I will surely become stronger, so strong that no one can take you away. Not even the heavens!"

Lingering on the spot for a while, Yang Yan finally let out a heavy sigh.

He needed to let off some steam.

If there was a jug of wine at that moment, he would have loved to get drunk.

With a flash of light, Yang Yan’s figure vanished from the spot.

Yang Yan flew through the air swiftly as a streak of light, passing over towering mountains.

Who knows how far he’d traveled, but suddenly a small tavern appeared on the plain in his sight.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Just after wanting to get drunk, a tavern appeared here?

Despite his confusion, seeing signs of habitation after such a struggle made Yang Yan naturally want to investigate further.

Even though everything seemed strange, he still wanted to venture out to take a look.

The little tavern was very basic, a flag with the word "wine" fluttered gently in the wind, and a few rough tables were arranged outdoors.

Jars of wine sat beside an old man.

This old man’s face was ruddy, and his eyes half-opened and half-squinted.

Though skinny, one could still feel an unusual power coursing through his body.

On the corner of his mouth, there was some crystal gleam...

Yang Yan, with a demeanor tinged with alertness, found a place and quietly sat down.

Other spots were taken by a group of cultivators dressed in peculiar outfits.

With nowhere to sit, Yang Yan had no choice but to find a corner and silently released a Spiritual Sense to observe his surroundings.

At any sign of trouble, the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber would instantly be in his hand.

Although those cultivators’ attire was strange, Yang Yan didn’t really care.

What he was interested in was the drunken old man.

After all, after the great calamity started, the barriers in the universe were broken, allowing people from other Cultivation Planets to come here, which wasn’t really surprising.

"Old man, bring some wine!"

Yang Yan, after sitting for a while and realizing that he hadn’t been attended to, hesitated, then called out to the nearly slumbering old man.

"Give me ten jars of wine; I want to get thoroughly drunk today."

The almost sleeping old man didn’t lift his head, but with a wave of his hand, ten jars of wine flew out, landing precisely on Yang Yan’s table.

Yang Yan knew the old man was peculiar, but being here, he decided to take it easy. With his cultivation, he might not be quite impressive, but he had the universe’s mightiest Flawless Divine Body, so he didn’t fear any poison.

He said thank you, picked up a jar, tilted his head back, and the fragrant wine flowed down his throat into his stomach.

The spicy sensation stimulated his nerves, involuntarily invigorating him.

Back on Earth, Yang Yan considered himself quite the Wine Immortal.

Otherwise, Juechen would not always guard against him, worried about him stealing his collection.

Encountering such delicious Immortal Brew now, how could Yang Yan miss out?

But just as he was about to drink his second jar, the conversation of those around him suddenly caught his attention.

"Damn it, coming to this godforsaken place is just too frustrating." One guy downed a bowl of wine in front of him, wiped his lips, and grumbled aloud.