Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Led by Dao Chi, Chen Fusheng slowly walked towards the bottom of Yuanyang Peak. The further down he went, the colder it became. After passing through a layer of white mist, he came to a stone path covered with glaciers. The further he went, the more damp it became, and the whistling cold wind made it even more biting.

Chen Fusheng had no choice but to use his magic to resist the cold wind. He glanced at Dao Chi, who was still dressed in thin clothes, and secretly admired him.

Dao Chi, the eldest disciple of Ling Zi Zhenren, was far superior to the taciturn Ling Zi. He rarely spoke and was obsessed with cultivation all day long, truly deserving of his Daoist title.

However, his cultivation level is indeed quite high. Among the Dao generation, only his senior brother Dao Lin can surpass him. This time, the Enforcement Hall needed a suitable person to escort Chen Fusheng, and since they had a good relationship, they sent him. Otherwise, Dao Chi would definitely not have come out.

“Junior Brother Fusheng, we’ve arrived at the Cold Wind Cave,” Daochi stopped and turned to Chen Fusheng, forcing a smile onto his stiff face.

“Okay, thank you for troubling me again, senior brother. It’s been a cold journey, so take these two bottles of Erguotou to warm yourself up on your way back,” Chen Fusheng smiled and handed them over casually.

"Thank you, junior brother. Call me if you need anything. I'm going back now," Dao Chi said without delay, taking the "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor) and returning the way he came.

Chen Fusheng smiled at Dao Chi, took out another gourd, gently pulled off the lid, took a small sip, and exclaimed, "Hiss, that feels so good!" He felt much warmer all over.

Looking at the wine gourd, I thought of the first time I met Dao Chi. It was the first time I was punished and imprisoned for half a month. Dao Chi happened to be the enforcer that time. Because I asked my senior brothers and sisters for some information about the Cold Wind Cave, I prepared several bottles of "Erguotou" in advance. On the way, I couldn't stand the cold anymore, so I took out a bottle and took a sip.

Dao Chi was not only a cultivation fanatic, but also a wine fanatic. When he smelled his "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor), he immediately turned around and asked him to take a sip. This marked the beginning of their decades-long friendship. The two of them usually didn't speak but just drank. In Dao Chi's words, "We make friends through alcohol."

However, it was precisely because of this serendipitous encounter that "Erguotou" opened up the huge market of Lingbao Sect. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and most of Dao Chi's friends were alcoholics. Word spread from one to two, and from two to four, and in this way, the reputation of "Erguotou" became more and more widespread. In addition, "Erguotou" has a high alcohol content, and drinking it feels like a raging fire burning in the body. For those who came to Hanfeng Cave to be punished, it was simply an essential medicine. Orders soared, and it was precisely because of this source of wealth that his path to immortality progressed so quickly.

Shaking his head, he looked at the dark cave, tightened his body, opened his spiritual robe to the maximum, and walked in against the cold wind. Perhaps because his cultivation had increased, he didn't feel as cold as last time. He decided to try to make it to the end this time.

A small hole slowly appeared on both sides of the cave. The further you went in, the more small holes there were. These small holes were actually for the people who were being punished to live in temporarily. After all, the cave was like a transparent tunnel with strong winds blowing constantly. Even immortals couldn't withstand staying there for too long.

Along the way, he would occasionally encounter a few people who had finished their punishment. They nodded to each other, as it was too cold for anyone to waste any more time.

"Oh, is that you, Junior Uncle?"

Chen Fusheng stopped walking and headed in the direction of the sound transmission. Soon he arrived at a small cave. He squinted slightly to see the situation inside the cave.

Inside a small cave, no more than 1.2 meters high and a little over 1 meter deep, sat a slender boy. Even sitting cross-legged in the cave, his head was almost touching the cave wall. His face was ashen, and there were ice crystals on his eyebrows and hair. He had a pair of bright eyes. Upon seeing that it was indeed Chen Fusheng, he said with some joy, "Junior Uncle, what brought you here this time?"

A hint of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes as she glared at Feng Jiu. "Isn't it because your master, the old man Lingzi, is too fussy and always watching me? I was wondering why I hadn't seen you lately. Why are you locked up again? What's the reason this time?"

Feng Jiu, Dao Chi's disciple, entered the sect two years later than him. He was a master at the third level of the Returning to Emptiness Realm. However, he was naturally active and was the complete opposite of his master. But they did have one thing in common: they both loved to drink. He helped a lot in making "Erguotou" famous in the early days.

Feng Jiu was so frightened by Chen Fusheng's blatant fabrication of spiritual resources that he quickly turned his head to look around. However, his head turned at a snail's pace, and a few pieces of ice even fell from his neck.

"Alright, no one's around. He definitely won't notice. Look at how cowardly you are," Chen Fusheng said, giving Feng Jiu a look of disdain.

Feng Jiu thought about it and agreed, saying irritably, "How can I compare to you? You are the sect leader's disciple and the wealthiest man in the Lingbao Sect. After all, Master Lingzi is my grandmaster. I only have respect for him and no other thoughts."

"Tch," Chen Fusheng shook his head with some disdain, deciding to move around while he was still agile.

“Junior Uncle, you’re so capable. If you have the guts, say it in front of my master. Then I’ll admire you as a true man,” Feng Jiu retorted, disapproving of Chen Fusheng’s pretentiousness.

"Um, why are you saying all that? Stop with the nonsense, do you still want to drink in the future?" Is Chen Fusheng the kind of person who's easily provoked? As a veteran in the underworld, "words can be dangerous" is their biggest taboo.

"Of course I want to, how could I not? I came in such a hurry this time, the wine is all gone already? Junior Uncle, how much do you have left? Give me some," Although Chen Fusheng always used this reason to threaten him, Feng Jiu would always quickly give in. In the face of wine, everything else is trivial.

Chen Fusheng arrogantly raised his head, casually tossed two bottles over, and said smugly, "Little brat, you think I can't handle you? Don't be so disrespectful in the future."

Feng Jiu quickly broke through the ice, unscrewed the bottle, and took a big gulp. The previously bluish liquid turned bright red, and a wisp of cold air rose from his forehead before freezing again. He hadn't touched alcohol for three days and was really craving it. After another big gulp, he felt his whole body come alive. "Junior Uncle, this 90-degree liquor is still the best! But it's still not as good as 100 degrees."

Chen Fusheng rolled his eyes in annoyance. This was already high alcohol content. He usually drank only 70 or 80 degrees. Although it was called "Erguotou," the raw materials used to brew it were spiritual substances. Although drinking it would increase one's cultivation, not everyone could accept the taste. You should know that the alcohol content of "Erguotou" at this moment was probably equivalent to 100 degrees in his previous life. If they didn't all have cultivation, they probably wouldn't even need to call 120; they would have been sent straight to the morgue.

After chatting with Feng Jiu for a few more minutes, Chen Fusheng once again "heartbrokenly" tossed down two bottles of "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor) and continued into the cave. In fact, besides being a place to punish disciples, the Cold Wind Cave was also a good place for disciples of the Water and Wind Veins to train themselves. This was why Feng Jiu was always kicked here.

Moreover, this place is not only beneficial to the Feng Shui lineage, but also to other disciples who come here. It can help them train their bodies. You should know that in order to break through from the mortal realm to the immortal realm, in addition to comprehending the Heavenly Dao and having a certain level of magical power, one's own body also needs to reach a certain strength.

After all, the tribulation during a breakthrough first targets the physical body. Without a strong physical body, once the physical body is destroyed, the primordial spirit is like water without roots. If you are lucky enough to survive, you can walk the path of a wandering immortal; otherwise, you can only die and your cultivation will dissipate.

Chen Fusheng wanted to become an immortal, so he couldn't possibly neglect physical training. He even paid more attention to it than others. Imagine if he trained his body to the point where even spiritual weapons couldn't break through it, like a lich. If an enemy stabbed him without knowing it, he could easily take their head.

So he started training his body a long time ago, but based on his understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation, he felt that he was still a little weak. Even without this punishment, he planned to come back in a few years. This time, he could do it by chance and not attract attention.

The further in he went, the fewer small holes appeared on the cave walls, and the fewer people there were. Chen Fusheng finally stopped and looked around. His skin was starting to crack. "I can't go any further, or my body will freeze and crack. I'll stay here and get used to it. Anyway, it's still early." He randomly found a deserted cave and went inside. He felt the wind had lessened a bit, stiffly pulled off the cap of his liquor, and took a big gulp. He felt a little better, took another sip, and then put the bottle away, slowly closing his eyes.

The wind continued to howl inside the Frosty Wind Cave, and apart from the occasional shard of ice falling to the ground, everything was so quiet...