I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 48. The Venerable One

One hundred and fifty glasses of wine were placed on the table, and gray vapors drifted into the air, turning into a rich aroma that lingered around the nose.

They all smelled the same, but Xia Feng could clearly sense that ten of them were fake Eel wine.

Of the 150 cups of wine, 100 are for the competition, and the other 50 are for double credits that Xia Feng needs to drink extra.

"Stop looking, they're all the same, just pick any cup." For some reason, Yan Xujia subconsciously felt very displeased with the Spade Man.

"It's alright, let him take his time choosing."

The withered man chuckled and tilted his head, saying, "Your name is Yan Xujia, right? Judging from your recent evolution into a Calamity Transformer, you probably can't withstand much Calamity Power yet. I'll drink twenty cups, and you only need to drink ten."

Xia Feng ignored their conversation, picked up a glass of Eureka with anticipation, took a sip, and was immediately disappointed.

The concentration is too low, like a drop of Evil Dragon's version of Evil Liquid diluted a hundred million times to make wine, it has almost no taste.

He lost interest in savoring the food slowly and began picking up cups one by one and bringing them to his lips. The bronze mask was not a physical object, so it did not affect his eating and drinking.

As Xia Feng downed eight cups in a row, Yan Xujia and the withered man frowned and subconsciously stopped their casual conversation.

The bartender warned, "Note that if the two sides are ten drinks apart, the competition will end immediately, and the winner will be declared. The loser will be eliminated."

The two were startled and quickly started drinking.

But the Spade Man seemed fearless, downing one glass of liquor after another, whether it was real or fake, without any apparent need for digestion.

It should be understood that even for beings like them, who are half-human and half-monster, devouring evil energy can increase their strength, but it still requires a certain amount of time to digest it. Otherwise, they will quickly lose their rationality and turn into monsters.

"Damn, are you crazy!" The withered man's expression changed drastically when he saw Xia Feng down thirty cups in one go, but he didn't dare to stop and frantically poured himself more alcohol.

Yan Xujia covered his forehead, his face pale. He was lucky to get two cups of fake wine, but after drinking five cups of real wine, he began to feel unwell, with countless whispers echoing in his ears.

The emaciated man sensed something was wrong and quickly looked at the clown, his eyes pleading for help.

The clown shook his head: "Don't worry, I've investigated. This guy is indeed a pure human. Even if his spiritual pressure level reaches the fifth rank of a super-level spiritual master, the limit is only around forty cups. As long as he's not at the Venerable Realm, there's nothing to be afraid of. Hmm?"

Just as the clown was speaking calmly, Xia Feng downed forty-one cups and forty-two cups in two and a half gulps.
"Damn!" The withered man's scalp tingled; he had no time to think anymore and went completely insane!

Fifty cups.

Sixty cups.

And when Xia Feng raised the seventieth cup.

Yan Xujia was dumbfounded. "Am I going to die here?" he thought fearfully. Desperately and mechanically, he gulped down the tenth cup, humming...

He felt a chill run down his spine, and the indescribable whispers around him became more immersive. From a corner of the bar in his field of vision, six or seven terrifying female corpses with pale faces and disheveled hair crawled out, their eerie green eyes staring at him.

This indicates that his mental state is on the verge of collapse.

"Wait, wait! Wait a minute!" The emaciated man, his face deathly pale, grabbed Xia Feng's arm. "Brother, you're my real brother, don't drink anymore."

He really couldn't hold back anymore. Xia Feng drank seventy cups, so he and Yan Xujia would have to drink thirty-five cups.

But twenty cups was already his limit, not to mention he didn't even have time to digest them; if he drank any more, he would really die.

Xia Feng paused.

The clown, who had been silent for a long time, looked solemn and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Spade, are you the Venerable One?"

The Venerable is a realm above the fifth rank. Every Venerable in the Empire is renowned. Before invading District 51, the Divine Calamity Society had already investigated and found that there was no Venerable guarding District 51!
But what about this mysterious person before him? The clown stared intently at the Spade Man with a puzzled expression. If it were a Venerable One, the Evil Wine would certainly not have much effect on a Spirit Master of this level. After all, a Venerable One's life level is no longer within the human realm, and drinking seventy cups would be no problem for them.

In response to the clown's doubt, Xia Feng smiled slightly, put down his wine glass, and casually said, "Whatever you think."

The clown looked rather grim and glanced at the bartender.

Bartender Mino's expression was equally grave. He shook his head and murmured, "His spiritual pressure is strange; it's unfathomable, a power only a Venerable can possess. But there's a difference. A Venerable's spiritual pressure is unfathomable, but his entire being is unfathomable."

Isn't that even more terrifying?! The clown's lips twitched slightly.

Detecting the spiritual pressure of a target is one of Mino's abilities, and he has never failed in hundreds of years, unless he encounters a Venerable Realm expert.

Thinking of this, Mino just wanted to curse.

He had initially thought this Spade Man was just an arrogant and foolish mortal, and he would naturally welcome a foolish mortal, but Venerable One…
"Get lost, Venerable One! What are you doing in my Calamity Realm? On a picnic?" Mino maintained a stiff smile.

However, he had indeed heard of some venerable beings who were tired of living and liked to play the fool to deceive others and have fun in the mortal world.

He's the kind of pervert who pretends to be a first or second-tier minor spirit master, gets bullied, and then gradually reveals his strength to kill a third-tier expert.

What impressed him most was undoubtedly a perverted man codenamed 'Beiming' from thirty years ago.

He initially claimed he was weak and couldn't drink much alcohol, but before he knew it, he had downed over a hundred glasses. His exaggeratedly surprised tone after drinking everyone to death is still vivid in his memory: "Oh? How come you're all passed out?"

This mysterious man from the spades undoubtedly fits this shameless and perverted behavior pattern perfectly.

Xia Feng silently observed the uncertain expressions on the faces of the group, knowing that they might have misunderstood something. But that suited him just the way it was; he was best at pretending to be a big shot!
"So, shall we continue?" He raised his glass to the group and said calmly.

The bartender shook his head: "The rules are absolute, and even I cannot break them. The game can only end when one side dies or their sanity is reduced to zero, and only then can the remaining people leave the realm of calamity."

The emaciated man's face turned pale, and he looked anxiously at the clown again for help. His puppet clone was already dead, and now he was the only real body. If it died, he would be gone forever.

"Bam—"

Suddenly, a figure rushed over. Before the emaciated man could react, two glasses of wine were forced into his mouth. He tilted his head back, eyes wide, and gulped them down.

"Go to hell, you idiot!" Yan Xujia gripped his chin tightly and sneered, "If someone on either side has to die, then it can only be you who dies, brother."

"Ugh—ugh—" The withered man covered his mouth and retreated repeatedly, his eyes wide with rage.

A minute later, in his madness, his sanity vanished, and his body collapsed into a pile of mud, a truly gruesome scene.

"Game over, esteemed guest. Here is your prize."

The bartender opened a pocket watch and placed it in front of Xia Feng, a respectful smile on his face. "Please accept this."

Two grams of immeasurable stone lay quietly inside the pocket watch.

"Guest, what type of gemstone would you like?"

Xia Feng paused for a moment, then casually said, "Water, please."

Mino also put a light blue pebble into his pocket watch. The pebble emitted a faint blue light, mysterious and extraordinary.

But Xia Feng's attention was drawn to the pocket watch containing the Boundless Stone. After thinking for a moment, he looked up and asked, "Can I ask you a question? Where did this pocket watch come from?"

Mino was taken aback by the question and instinctively looked at the clown.

(End of this chapter)