Junior Uncle is too cunning.

With money in his pocket, Chen Fusheng felt secure and went into a large hotel.

"Senior, are you here for a meal or to stay at the inn?"

"Give me a superior room and bring me one of all your hotel's signature dishes." This was not Chen Fusheng being arrogant. It would be abnormal for a true immortal to stay in a small inn.

"Senior, our hotel has over a hundred kinds of food and drinks. Are you sure you want them all?" The waiter looked at the kind-faced old man in front of him and kindly and cautiously reminded him.

Chen Fusheng smiled and glanced at him, "It's alright. Although I'm getting old, I still have a good appetite and money is no object."

"Senior, that's not what I meant, I was..."

"Alright, I didn't say anything, don't overthink it. This is the deposit, we'll refund any overpayment or make up any underpayment. By the way, what kind of wine do you have here?" Chen Fusheng smiled as he looked at the somewhat anxious waiter. He didn't have any particular hobbies, so there was no need to make things difficult for a junior.

"Hundred Flowers Wine, Tiger Power..."

"Do you have Wuliangye and Erguotou?" Chen Fusheng asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, we have Erguotou. As for Wuliangye, the last bottle in our shop was bought by a senior three days ago. If you want it, I'll let you know next time you come," the waiter replied cleverly.

"Alright, bring me one serving of each of the other liquors except for Erguotou. They'll be delivered to my room in a bit. This is for you," he said, tossing a spirit stone to the waiter before heading upstairs.

"Thank you, senior~" The waiter happily put it away.

He glanced around the room casually, nodded, and said, "It's fairly tidy." He then jumped back and lay down on the soft bed, not wanting to move at all. He felt much more relaxed and wanted to drift off to sleep.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Senior, here's your meal~"

"Come in," she said, slowly sitting up.

The dishes were laid out on the table, and soon it was full.

"Just leave the rest on the ground. I'll take care of it myself in a bit. Close the door behind you when you leave. I prefer quiet at night and don't want anyone to bother me."

"Yes, senior, I will give the order. Do you need anything else?"

"That's all. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Please enjoy your meal, senior," he said gently, closing the door behind him.

Chen Fusheng watched the waiter walk out and nodded in satisfaction. As expected of a grand hotel, the service was truly excellent.

Zhu Wuneng darted out of his arms and began eating eagerly. Chen Fusheng slowly walked over and took Li Shundao out of his storage ring.

Li Shundao has been in a state of feigned death for the past few days, which has saved him a large sum of money.

As soon as he came out, he transformed into a four or five-year-old child, called out "Fellow Daoist" to Chen Fusheng, and sat down opposite Zhu Wuneng to eat heartily.

He shook his head, ignoring the two gluttons, picked up a bite of food, tasted it, and raised an eyebrow. "The taste is not bad."

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

Watching the two men stuffing food into their mouths and nodding, Zhu Wuneng felt helpless. At this point, only one plate of food remained on the table in front of Chen Fusheng, and their position had shifted to the ground.

He casually picked up a pot of wine, "Baihua Niang" (Hundred Flowers Brew). This was the first time Chen Fusheng had ever tasted any other wine. With a gentle sip, it was as if a hundred flowers were blooming on his taste buds. Unlike the strong Erguotou or the mellow Wuliangye, Baihua Niang gave him a light taste, like a gentleman's gentleness.

Chen Fusheng's eyes lit up. He drank three cups in a row, then gently spat out, "Good wine! It has entered the realm of winemaking. The winemaker must also be an interesting person. I must meet him if I have the chance."

Although Chen Fusheng initially used his memories from his previous life, as he brewed more and more wine, he gained more and more insights. Apart from leaving two names as a memento, his own philosophy was deeply imprinted in the wine.

The brewing techniques and ingredients are vastly different; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is now a master of winemaking.

While tasting other wines, we also occasionally enjoy some food, learning from the strengths of various wines and absorbing their essence, which can be considered as adding some foundation for the next winemaking process.

His divine sense had already quietly probed the first floor. As a place where all sorts of people mingled, the hotel was a major source of information. Because he had been traveling alone, he urgently needed information about the East China Sea, which was one of the reasons he came to this hotel.

"Sigh, does anyone know that Zhuying broke through to the Celestial Immortal realm a few days ago? Is it true?"

“I know about this, it’s true. I happened to be there when the tribulation was taking place.”

"Really? You're so lucky! Tell us about it."

"Well, this is my wine..."

"I knew I couldn't get the better of you, Wang Qing. The drinks are on me today, so hurry up and tell me..."

"Alright, waiter, bring me another bottle of Erguotou."

"Hurry up and tell me, the drinks are already served..."

"Yes, yes..."

……

"A few days ago, Daoist Longxing actually killed a shark at the Celestial Immortal level. It was several thousand feet long, and its blood stained thousands of miles. Let me tell you, this..."

……

"Wuque and Youdao are fighting again..."

……

"Hey, have you heard?"

"what?"

"Don't you all know? A few days ago, a Golden Immortal and a powerful dragon clan expert engaged in a fierce battle..."

Chen Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he slowly put down his wine glass, listening intently.

"It seems that they started fighting because a rare and precious treasure appeared, and neither side would give way."

"Is anyone dead?"

"I haven't heard of that."

"Did the dragons lose again?"

"How to say?"

"Cough, think about it. Ever since the hundred human clans jointly held the Trial Conference a few years ago, they have been winning more and more every day in the East Sea, forcing the dragon clan to retreat step by step and not daring to fight back."

Just a few days ago, didn't that esteemed figure from the Three Immortals Cave personally slay a demon dragon? The dragon race didn't say anything, and in the end, didn't they even come to negotiate?"

"Yeah…"

……

At this moment, Chen Fusheng was somewhat stunned. A demon lord had died, a demon lord comparable to a Golden Immortal with an infinite lifespan.

"Actually, it's true that the Dragon Clan is too bullying. I heard that the negotiations were almost complete and the trial was about to end, but at that moment, the young patriarch of the White Dragon Clan killed a genius of our human race in front of Lord Xuan Fuzi."

"Yes, yes, I heard that the young clan leader was particularly ruthless. He tortured that genius for a long time but couldn't make him submit. The genius was fierce and eventually exploded. He can truly be called a hero of the human race."

"Yes, it's a pity. He was so young, full of youthful vigor, and too impulsive. If he had persevered a little longer, he might have survived."

"You can't say that, he..."

……

Chen Fusheng was initially confused, feeling that this person seemed so familiar. But the more he listened, the clearer it became. Wasn't this himself?

Could it be that the subsequent great battle was because of him? Did the Dragon Clan Demon Lord sacrifice his life because of this? And did he incite the deaths of millions on both sides...?

He gasped, not daring to think any further. The karmic consequences were too great. If people found out that he, the cause of this tragedy, hadn't died, then…

After downing a pot of wine, he grabbed the carefree Zhu Wuneng and briefly explained the matter to him. The two of them then tried to recall if they had left any evidence. If they had, they would have no choice but to return to the Lingbao Sect and go into seclusion, vowing not to leave until they reached the Great Luo realm.

After carefully recalling the events more than ten times and verifying them with Zhu Wuneng several times, he finally felt half relieved, thinking that he probably hadn't left any evidence. He took out his wine gourd and used it to the fullest extent to conceal his recent whereabouts.

"Pfft~"

Chen Fusheng spat out a mouthful of blood, activated a top-grade spiritual treasure, which made his previously stable injuries worse. He quickly ate a few elixirs and temporarily brought the condition under control.

He hurriedly used the Frost Flame to remelt the clothes and shoes he was wearing at the time to prevent them from being marked. He spent a long time cleaning up the potential problems before he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then gave Zhu Wuneng three special instructions, telling him to keep this matter to himself.

Zhu Wuneng nodded seriously and asked with some concern, "Are you alright? Your injury seems to have gotten worse. Should we go find some healing medicine? There should be some in Donghai Town."

Chen Fusheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His already aged face, now pale, looked somewhat frightening.

He smiled and said, "It's alright, don't worry, I have a plan." He then took out the token that Lingbao Pavilion had given him earlier that day.

“There will be an auction in three days. This is a token. There will definitely be medicine to treat me inside. If it doesn’t work, we can go and look for it one by one,” Chen Fusheng explained slowly.