Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Today, Chen Fusheng got up early, tidied himself up briefly, and headed towards his beloved residence.

The day after talking with Sanbao, with Sanbao Fei's active recommendation, Chen Fusheng's alternate account, Huogong Daoren, officially joined the Daomeng Auction Platform, and he himself gloriously became a Daomeng member.

As the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune in the future. With the identity of a member of the Dao Alliance, it will be much more convenient to sell stolen goods and other items in the future.

He felt he should make good use of the Dao Alliance platform, and his first step was to stay in the Dao Alliance for three thousand years and raise his cultivation to the level of a long-lived Golden Immortal.

Sitting on the futon and looking around, Chen Fusheng was surprised that his reputation had grown so much that he had been invited in so easily. Thinking about seeing Liu Lian's refined Fusion Pill soon, Chen Fusheng couldn't control himself. His injuries were too severe; he had coughed up at least a pound of blood in the past half month.

Hearing footsteps, Chen Fusheng stood up. Pushing open the door, he saw Liu Lian, whom he had been longing for, but she looked somewhat pale and lacked energy. Beside her stood a beautiful young woman who was eyeing him menacingly.

Chen Fusheng's heart skipped a beat. "Could it be that it failed to be refined?"

Fortunately, while his emotional intelligence was lacking, his IQ was quite high. He asked with concern, "Fellow Daoist, are you alright?"

Looking at Chen Fusheng with lingering affection, she forced a smile and said, "It's alright. By the way, here's your Fusion Pill."

"What do you mean 'nothing'? Uncle-Master," Xiaoru, the maid beside him, glanced at Liulian with exasperation, and said to Chen Fusheng with some anger, "At least you have a conscience. My Uncle-Master has been working day and night for half a month to refine pills for you, and you..."

"Alright, Xiaoru, stop talking. We have something to discuss. You can go now," Liulian glanced nervously at Chen Fusheng, her face flushed, and immediately interrupted Xiaoru.

"Humph"

Xiaoru glared fiercely at Chen Fusheng, her flat boots making the sound of high heels as she slowly walked out.

Looking at the haggard Liu Lian, Chen Fusheng felt a little moved. Indeed, the Fusion Divine Pill was a three-stage immortal pill. With her cultivation at the Heavenly Immortal realm, she had only taken half a month to produce it. She must have put in a lot of effort. As the saying goes, pills and artifacts are equally important. As a master of artifact refining, he knew the difficulties involved.

Liu Lian glanced at Chen Fusheng apologetically and explained, "Xiao Ru has been by my side since she was little, and I've spoiled her. She didn't mean to offend you just now, so I hope you won't mind."

Chen Fusheng shook his head and asked with concern, "It's alright. I know she's standing up for you. Besides, Xiaoru is quite straightforward and cute. I'm not that petty."

"Stop talking about me, how are you? Are you alright? Actually, it's okay if it's a few days later, there's no need to rush. By the way, sit down quickly," Chen Fusheng said, reaching out to help her up, but then realizing it was inappropriate, he withdrew his hand after making the gesture.

He casually placed the pill on the table, gazing at it intently with longing, but the words caught in his throat as he hesitated to speak.

Looking at Chen Fusheng with longing, she chuckled. Seeing his awkward and hesitant expression, she felt a warm feeling in her heart, yet also a strong urge to laugh.

Ok?

Chen Fusheng looked at Liulian, then examined himself. "I should have washed my face this morning," he thought, somewhat puzzled. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Liulian shook his head, but laughed even louder instead.

Chen Fusheng looked completely bewildered, inwardly cursing, "Girl, I'm just concerned about you, is that so funny?"

Liu Lian chuckled twice before stopping. Looking at Chen Fusheng's burning gaze, her face flushed slightly, her eyes flickered, and she quickly changed the subject, "Fellow Daoist, could you please take a look and see if the Fusion God Pill is suitable? This time, time was a bit tight, and we only managed to refine three."

"Three pills?" Chen Fusheng was surprised. Even as a layman, he knew that for Liu Lian to produce three pills was a miracle. Generally, an alchemist would need to be at least a True Immortal to produce a three-stage pill, and the failure rate was often extremely high, let alone producing three pills in one go.

He quickly picked up the jade bottle, removed the cap, and poured out one. He saw three pea-sized objects lying in his hand, emitting a pale yellow dim light, with three wavy lines flashing on them from time to time.

He took a deep sniff and felt his primordial spirit become somewhat thirsty. He forced it inside, stood up, and solemnly bowed to Liulian, saying, "Thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Liu Lian accepted the situation calmly, and seeing Chen Fusheng's sincere thanks, a sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart, and she smiled faintly, "I'm glad you're satisfied, fellow Daoist."

We looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

"you……"

"you……"

Chen Fusheng felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know why, but his throat felt particularly dry today. He took out his gourd and took a big gulp. He glanced at Liulian and asked, somewhat insanely, "Do you want some?"

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, and hurriedly explained, looking at Liu Lian, "Fellow Daoist, that's not what I meant, I meant..."

He glanced at Chen Fusheng with a lingering look, then reached out his hand.

"What's the meaning?"

"Weren't you going to treat me to drinks? What? You're having second thoughts?"

"How could that be?" Chen Fusheng hurriedly took out another mid-grade acquired wine gourd from his storage ring and handed it to Liu Lian.

"No one has used this, and it's still full," he explained nervously, gently placing the gourd in her hand.

Liu Lian took it, glanced at it, uncorked it, and smelled it. A strong aroma of alcohol wafted out and entered her body.

Her expression shifted slightly, and she slowly took a sip. A rich aroma of rice blossoms ignited her taste buds, and her fatigue seemed to ease instantly.

Chen Fusheng looked at Liu Lian with some worry and anxiety. Seeing that she had opened her eyes, he hurriedly asked, "How are you? If you can't drink, then don't drink. This wine..."

"It's delicious!"

"Huh? What?"

Liu Lian nodded emphatically. "This wine is good, very delicious! I've never had it before. What's it called? Did you make it?"

I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or some other factor, but I talked about being reluctant to leave much more.

"Really? That's good, that's good. This wine is called 'Wuliangye'. It was brewed by my... my friend. If you run out, just tell me and I'll get you some more." Chen Fusheng glanced at Liulian, wondering if she had noticed. She hadn't drunk much today, but her mouth was always slurring, and she almost lost control of her tongue.

……

Chen Fusheng returned to the hotel in a daze, reeking of alcohol, his face flushed with pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed and slept soundly until dawn.

"Uncle-Master, are you awake? I'm coming in," Xiaoru pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at Liulian, who was already sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, she asked with concern, "Uncle-Master, are you feeling any better?"

Liu Lian covered her head, slowly opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Ru, smiled, and slowly stood up. "I'm fine, I feel great right now."

"It's good that you're alright. That old man is really wicked. He's quite the lewd old man. He knew you couldn't drink, but he still dragged you to drink. You should stay away from him in the future..."

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded repeatedly in response to Xiaoru's nagging, letting it go in one ear and out the other. Only after Xiaoru left did she slowly begin to wash her face. Looking at her energetic face in the water, she suddenly thought of Chen Fusheng and chuckled softly.

She slowly took out the wine gourd from her hand, which was the one Chen Fusheng had given her. She rubbed it with her hand and smiled. She hadn't expected that someone would give her a gift for the first time, and it would be a wine gourd filled with wine. Apart from her male elders and fellow disciples, this was the first gift she had ever received, from a man she had only met three times.

Chen Fusheng was woken up by being licked. Looking at the two gluttonous protectors on his left and right, he turned over with a headache, not wanting to wake up.

Zhu Wuneng got a little anxious, "Boss, you can't do this! Yesterday, Shundao and I didn't eat or drink anything, but you drank with the beautiful women all day. We're both starving!"

Chen Fusheng sat up and ordered ten more dishes and drinks. Only after Zhu Wuneng and the other man started eating did he slowly move around a bit.

He took out the Soul Fusion Pill he had acquired yesterday from his storage ring, poured out one, ate it, and licked his lips. "It's a little sweet!"

With a loud "boom," the magical power within his body exploded, and Chen Fusheng immediately closed his eyes and began to cultivate.